To Us, The 21st century South Asian women sandwiched between traditional values and modernity; may we keep liberating ourselves from the invisible yet prominent shackles of society. May we honour the women who have walked the earth before us and laid out a path. About time we embrace our natural golden armour which glows in the sun. Hold that peculiar nose higher than ever for … Continue reading Roots
With every moment passing We knew this was coming to an end New beginnings with sunrise Were we happy? Different paths chosen Last breath of togetherness woven Reminiscence of the memories Were we happy? Lying underneath the stars Baffled by our perfectly imperfect connection Wishing upon a shooting star, for similar intimacy ahead We will try to be happy. Probably. Shine bright … Continue reading The night before sunrise
It’s waiting for me at the end of this road. Road meticulously laid, laid through mountains and woods. Woods varied with each step, steps numbered yet uncounted. Uncounted steps taken into new terrain, terrain unknown yet familiar. Familiar faces left behind, behind with all the mementos. It’s waiting for me at the end of this road. Unsure, uncertain, taking the remaining … Continue reading The wait
Wandering through these woods, our paths crossed. Before we knew it we walked together, further and deeper. Days passed, months passed, moments lived and shared. Throughout our wander we heard two distinct voices: soft murmurs of love and noises of uncertainty. Deafened by these noises, we gave in. Now I wander alone cherishing our shared memories. Wondering if we walked together … Continue reading Dear almost lover
What do you see when you look at me? Stripping me bare with your eyes Inspecting the curves of my body Flicking through all the previous ones in your mind. Slightly taller than the last one, Definitely fuller than the average ones, Unsure if the face is attractive enough, Debating between a five or a six, Finally settling on a five point five out … Continue reading What do you see?
In midst of all the chaos, Her stillness was captivating. She was a work of art, The first work of art. Untouched and Unrefined, Purely deep and raw. In midst of all the normalcy, Her quirks were dazzling. She was a rare ruin, The ethereal ruin. Yet to be unearthed, Her mysteries unknown. In midst of all the happening, Despite of the far distance between … Continue reading Her…