I’m not ashamed

The sky turned greythe moment I met himDrop by droprain touched my cheek and chinbefore his pale lips grazed mineNo, I’m not ashamedFor not hoarding it in my palmand letting it reach till my waist. To stand absent-minded for hoursunder a metal pipewhich spews from my head to toeWhere a thousands of legsstand in a…

Love is in the air

Poets are not hankeringto paint the paper black We try to touch the pinkish RoseBut what you see Is the thorn ripping our skin apart. You can espy us standing still unheard Amidst a thousands of voices around usBut what we heed is to the silence in chaos They say ,Love is in airMaybe that’s because we’re struggling hard to breathe….

Feminism

“Don’t wear dark shadesYou’ll look hideousIf it smears” she saidI smiled and consentedBecause I knewShe is disquietened aboutmy smutched mascarasthan my pale lips. I took a step ahead “Beta, tack your duppataselse it might get snapped by thorns”I grinned and took a step aheadBecause I knewhe cannot blame zephyr or thornfor rupturing me apartwhereas I…

Why are you so quiet?

Why are you quiet? They askChewing a pile of blank thoughtsI turn around slowly. Tipping from a puffy cloudto another, they conceiveBut,I walk on a shoe in which a pebble is stuck between my toes Yes, it hurtsfor every step I takeNeither it leaves me. Maybe I chaw silence for every meal and quaff numbnessThat’s why most…

Perfectly imperfect

The screeching sound of the rusting door, Is the old enviable memories. Yet I see the opening door. Getting squeezed in a thronged train And losing my ring, I am stumbling to look down and search for it Neither to blame someone. Where I’m obligated to get down perplexed. The few seconds of rain bedeweding…