It’s been 15 years since we first met. I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was my first day as an undergraduate at Delhi University. I was barely 18 then, filled with excitement and nervousness about embarking on the biggest adventure of my life. I was ready to enjoy the freedom of college, realize my true potential (which was hitherto bottled up, due to the restrictions of school life), and finally spread my wings.
Continue reading “To the Stranger on the Train (From the Gropophobic Girl)”
As a woman growing up in India, she was used to being terrified of the possibility of rape. These days, however, she encountered incidents of rape on every page of her local daily. And although she had been taking self-defence lessons most of her adult years, she found herself perpetually hounded by the fear of rape, until it imprisoned her mind and immobilized her body.
Continue reading “The Fear of Rape (And Life)”
This is another one of my poems, encased in an invitation template from Greetingsisland.com. I feel like, as women, we’re often faced with extremely difficult choices. Continue reading “The Caged Bird”
Dont leave dreams behind
Continue reading “A Word of Advice”
They made me sit behind the wheel again.
“A woman must learn how to drive,”
they said, condescendingly,
“Learn how to be independent.”
Continue reading “Drive Like a Woman”
Oh Mother, dear Mother!
Teach me how to make
Your rice pudding, tonight,
And take me back to my childhood. Continue reading “Rice Pudding”
I wrote this poem a while back, and recently used an invitation template from Greetings Island to adorn it. I love to get my poems framed, so that I can hang them in my living room, and share them with friends and family when they visit. Send me an email to share your thoughts and feedback.
I find comfort in pleasing everyone.
You seek solace in provoking everyone.
Yet, by some unknown twist of Fate,
I can’t please you, no matter what I do;
And you can’t provoke me,
No matter how hard you try.
Let’s put put an end to this madness
Once and for all!
Let’s fall in love, my love.
Let’s fall in love,
And melt all our little ironies
Into a single paradox.
Let’s give all our disagreements
One thing to agree upon.
Oh, come now!
Let’s fall in love
And walk hand in hand
Towards the evening of our lives.
‘Cause, my love, you know as well as I do,
That by some unknown twist of Fate,
You complete me,
And I complete you.
The circle of a woman’s life
Has turns at every corner,
Pointed, piercing ones at that.
At every turn, she encounters
Her past welded into her present;
The seams of her guarded future
Slowly sneaking away;
The entrances and exits miraculously merged;
Speed bumps and roadblocks strewn along the way.
Although the baffling maze
Makes her feel lost every now and then,
She can see the light
At the end of the sharp twists and dark tunnels,
Deceptive like a mirage –
Always in sight,
Yet never quite within reach.