The Gardner

The Gardner – that made me, you and the bellowing universe amidst a poetry of Creation, a scream of magnificence.

Epidermis (#5)

But I’m deranged in places that don’t exist loud enough.

Of Women & Moonlight

A land that pushes women to the stature of a Goddess Is also adept at pulling them down when necessary This reminds me of necessities that arise out of despai A colony of ants climb the hills that reek of sweet sanity Between my knees are bruises that never healed Between my palms are lines

The Mirror

They weren’t eyes, They were Windows to you; A glimpse of my Secrets. No matter how hard I tried, Pain had a way of making Itself evident through the Brown hues fading into The morbid blackness Hovering upon my Existence. They’re tainted pink & purple, But exhaustion is always Crystal clear. Didn’t you ever feel,

My Umbrella

A very short story about religion, hate & differences ft. one of my favorite blogs.

Barren

She’s the desert he left, For greener pastures. Losely tied weft threads, Dismantled their stature. Winsome eyes once bore, A dream now distorted. They saw a family of four, But her fertility retorted. Society labelled her ‘barren’, Restricting her existence. With falling tears she is laden, Asking God for repentance. Her shreiks reverberate, As She

Online Condolences.

Flags painted on cheeks, As widows silently weep. An updated profile picture, After the soul is lost forever. An article posted online, While little children whine. Rage brings people on streets, But bombs drown their screams. Vivid photographs capturing pain, Yet innocent lives die in vain. The painful echoes of their screams, Appear on our

The Liebster Award!

It’s an honour to finally get nominated for this award, many thanks to Fariha of thoughtfulhues for nominating me! Make sure to check out her amazing, thoughtful blog. I’m sure it’ll be worth your time. The Liebster Award is an award given by bloggers to other bloggers who they think need encouragement and recognition. It

The story behind a world record.

It’s a dream that many see yet few actually get the chance to achieve it. A common notion exists that only exceptional beings deserve something like this. Were the 4,500 people without whom this achievement of mine would be impossible really that exceptional? 14 November 2017, a day marked in the history of International Indian

The home away from home

My mother received a call from her friend yesterday. So, we’re at her place today. It isn’t grand but you can’t exactly call it average. Three chandeliers lined across the ceiling are intricate in design. There were other women already present when we got there. All of them stood up as we greeted them by