Poetry

Scraped

Last night You leave me hurt, bruised. My soul where you pricked last time, scraped once again. The gash deeper deeper deeper. This morning you bring the balm to soothe my arm. But the soul is scraped deeper deeper deeper. The balm fruitless. But you insist and cuddle the wound. It looks cured. Looks… The …

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Every Woman is Me

This poem was composed in the year 2013, after the unethical killing of Sushmita Banerjee, the inhuman rape and murder of Nirbhaya and the ruthless body shaming of Marion Bartoli. The piece was written to show solidarity with women world over and to lend my voice for the greater cause of women rights. I had …

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Yellow Stains

There were some yellow stains on his shirt. She couldn’t get them away, The detergent didn’t help much She tried, anyway. “They” saw the yellow stains, Nothing could be worse! His “honour” was at stake Couldn’t she have rubbed enough? Those yellow stains would stay As long as she chose her way, With her life …

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Yesterday

Like an old habit that dies hard Yesterday hangs on. Standing in the doorway It tugs at my heartstrings. Spins a pale green yarn to keep me snug when winter sets in. Dissolves like saccharin in a cup of sugarless tea, and tempts me with its simplicity. Pulls out half a poem written in spring …

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There isn’t ENOUGH Salt in the Curry…

  There isn’t enough salt in the curry Or, oh! It’s just a little too much. You’ve put on a few kilos Or,oh! Lost a little too much. Isn’t twenty-two early to marry Or, oh! Thirty-two is a little too much. The baby is coming very soon Or, oh! Still not planned? That’s a little …

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