For years, He wore an outfit, Made with innocence. Then he learned to tailor. And made his own outfit With innocence, honesty, sincerity And other virtues he loved. He was proud of his work. But then came adulthood, And brought along the harsh reality. His bright outfit was laughed at, As darker cloths were… Continue reading The Perfect Outfit
It's not the end, Even when you feel lonely With the whole world around. 'Cause you'll still have you The only one who cares truly. It's not the end, Even when you're tired of trying. 'Cause then is the time, To learn from mistakes And recharge yourself With the new wisdom. Then is the time,… Continue reading It’s not the end
The terrible day had finally gotten over. Samira started packing up her things in a haste. She did not want everyone to figure out that she had been crying. "Are you all right? Seems like you have been crying!", Priya had asked half an hour ago and Samira's "No! It's nothing just got something in… Continue reading Reminiscent
This post was originally an answer to a question on Quora: Why do many feminists criticize the phrase, 'not all men'? Many a times we get frustrated by how we are being treated and express our anger through generalizing statements but do they really apply to each and everyone living on this planet? When you say “The… Continue reading "Not all men…" "Yeah we know! What’s your point?"
She is beautiful as she is With a mind and soul of a tree, Having a battered trunk Scarred by the past. But her brawny roots Still holding her up, Helping her reach higher, Growing leaves afresh. She is beautiful as she is With a heart of a bird, Having mighty wings Daring to take… Continue reading The Best of Both Worlds
In India, Judging and objectifying a woman happens more often than praising her for her accomplishments. The other day, my friends and I were just lazying around and talking. You know how girls’ talks just switch from topic to topic, right? So that’s what was happening and in midst of it all we ended up… Continue reading Do not Worship the Goddesses!
As I look at the old photographs,I reminise about the rocky beaches of Mangalore.The desire to visit again remindedHow intriguing they were to meHow I could look for hours atThe water gleaming in sunlightAnd the beautifully highlighted ripples,The giant waves splashing on the rocksAnd receding back, diminishing,Becoming a part of the sea againSwaying the gullible… Continue reading The Choice