My womb in agnst

Slam down the biological clock,Screaming at me tick tock, tick tock. Clomid, Metformins, that thirsty blood sucking syringe,Like it’s a past life revenge.Ensure a supply of Collagen and vitamins,Don’t you dream of a bottle of Heineken.Gluten free, high protein,Your unsolicited advice is truly bothering. Despair aligned to the moon waxing or waning,My wombs agnst is silently draining.Soaked bedsheets after nightfall,Awkward […]

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Grey wala Shade

When my old manager, expressed her love for grey, (the colour not the infamous protagonist) I didn’t know what to make of it. The rainbow has seven splendid colours. Great fashion statements can be made in black. But Grey?The semi-permanent colour of the sky in England. The colour of a dusty old rag which is picked up only by tips […]

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Grief

Grief, they say comes in stages.Engulfing you through darkness of anger, denial, sadness in motions.Science explains how your brain goes haywire. Its clinical, you see. Grief, they say happens to those weak people.Not us. We simply carry on wearing the scarlett pink which covers our invisible bruises. Grief, they say should be over by now. It’s about time.Just like a […]

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#MeToo

#Metoo, Me three, Me fourLet the silences unschackle and make a way for an outpour. That brutal gaze, that unwanted touch, those lewd remarks,With a sly smile, mock laughter or those numerous fake pleas. In dark alleys, on morning runs,in a broad daylight bazaar, amidst ganpati processions. That builder in slippers on the train , the whats his name lad drowning in perfume at the bar, the man in a suit with a fancy car. Empty promises, emotional blackmail or unwarranted threats,Sober or drunk, in isolation or crowded streets. My chiffon sari, my friend’s floral dress, my sisters short skirtWill tell you the same story of vulnerability,Of burning rage, of unspoken words, of moral guilt trips, of repressed shame.Ofcourse, the person responsible wasOnly Me. With no safe place to disclose, hush your tone, what will They think, it happens, you will fall flat on your nose. Time we address a change and create an uproar.Because it has been MeToo, Me Three and Me Four. 17 October 2017

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