This heart
Breaks!
There is no sound.
There is no mend.
The wound is wide open
And will remain so.
Lucknow, India
Breaks!
There is no sound.
There is no mend.
The wound is wide open
And will remain so.
Lucknow, India
"The Rain" portrays different shades of love and life.
Friday, October 11, 2019
The discussion and what followed
Back then
She didn't comprehend what "She is."
She met the Nigerian guy in another department
and was impressed by his discussion on Marx.
She was struggling to understand theories.
So, she asked if he could explain her later
and share his experience of coming
to a different academic system from Africa.
She met one day for coffee.
The Black Professor noticed them--by chance.
He might of thought they were dating
Or may be he didn't think anything.
But it was not usual for Indians to date Africans-
No, not that common.
The other day
he invited for an evening meal at a restaurant
along with the discussion...
She went and drank margarita---probably the first time.
She liked the taste
But her sixth sense
told her not to drink too much.
They started talking
It went on for some time.
As the evening was turning towards night
She wanted to go back...
So, they left together.
While dropping closer to her apartment
He tried to pull her closer to his body
She cringed back--
saying that she never expected such thing.
He understood it was a mistake
but explained that everybody needs that
Reinforcing the idea that there is a biological need
for her which she should fulfill.
He explained
he was lonely--being an international.
She didn't want him to feel bad
So, she said it was okay---it can happen...
She was not the right person
to help him on that matter;
She thanked him for dinner
opened the car door and left.
She never met him again.
Later, the incident
hurt her thinking through
the idea that if women
meet men for dinner
somewhere there is this underlying assumption
that they would receive something in return--the sex.
Lucknow, India
She didn't comprehend what "She is."
She met the Nigerian guy in another department
and was impressed by his discussion on Marx.
She was struggling to understand theories.
So, she asked if he could explain her later
and share his experience of coming
to a different academic system from Africa.
She met one day for coffee.
The Black Professor noticed them--by chance.
He might of thought they were dating
Or may be he didn't think anything.
But it was not usual for Indians to date Africans-
No, not that common.
The other day
he invited for an evening meal at a restaurant
along with the discussion...
She went and drank margarita---probably the first time.
She liked the taste
But her sixth sense
told her not to drink too much.
They started talking
It went on for some time.
As the evening was turning towards night
She wanted to go back...
So, they left together.
While dropping closer to her apartment
He tried to pull her closer to his body
She cringed back--
saying that she never expected such thing.
He understood it was a mistake
but explained that everybody needs that
Reinforcing the idea that there is a biological need
for her which she should fulfill.
He explained
he was lonely--being an international.
She didn't want him to feel bad
So, she said it was okay---it can happen...
She was not the right person
to help him on that matter;
She thanked him for dinner
opened the car door and left.
She never met him again.
Later, the incident
hurt her thinking through
the idea that if women
meet men for dinner
somewhere there is this underlying assumption
that they would receive something in return--the sex.
Lucknow, India
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
I am--Liberal
He can't be like me;
Nor I can become like him!
He can't be a freedom lover
Nor he can fight for his own freedom.
But does it matter
when it comes to emotions?
He is not even a soldier
----a "soldier of love."
But does it matter?
No, Not.
Because that is the beauty
of being a liberal.
Lucknow, India
Nor I can become like him!
He can't be a freedom lover
Nor he can fight for his own freedom.
But does it matter
when it comes to emotions?
He is not even a soldier
----a "soldier of love."
But does it matter?
No, Not.
Because that is the beauty
of being a liberal.
Lucknow, India
Badtameez
The city is completely a mismatch
To her and many others like her
A city is not made of only bricks
But people--everybody knows the fact.
Here, women are taught to suppress their feelings
as well as sexuality.
They are taught to bypass issues
rather than taking a stand.
And who takes stand
they are called "badtameez."
Lucknow, India
To her and many others like her
A city is not made of only bricks
But people--everybody knows the fact.
Here, women are taught to suppress their feelings
as well as sexuality.
They are taught to bypass issues
rather than taking a stand.
And who takes stand
they are called "badtameez."
Lucknow, India
Silent Revolt
I have seen him
to revolt
not loudly
but more of a silent revolt.
The bluish boy
has revolted recently,
by expressing his emotions
through color...
But he can only do that much
as he will always compromise
his own independence.
Lucknow, India
to revolt
not loudly
but more of a silent revolt.
The bluish boy
has revolted recently,
by expressing his emotions
through color...
But he can only do that much
as he will always compromise
his own independence.
Lucknow, India
Revolt or Not
I have revolted many times
Now, its your time!
Now it's your time to check
how far you can go
for your own freedom and happiness!
Remember, you can only revolt
If you are willing to LOSE.
If you are willing not to compromise
your character and ideologies.
For me, I would like to see
If you can go beyond...
beyond those things
which are imposed upon you.
Though I know
I have little hope
to see you with flying colors
of freedom.
Lucknow, India
Now, its your time!
Now it's your time to check
how far you can go
for your own freedom and happiness!
Remember, you can only revolt
If you are willing to LOSE.
If you are willing not to compromise
your character and ideologies.
For me, I would like to see
If you can go beyond...
beyond those things
which are imposed upon you.
Though I know
I have little hope
to see you with flying colors
of freedom.
Lucknow, India
Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Autumn to Winter
Yesterday, the moon seemed cold.
It was in her Gibbous phase.
There was a coldness in everything
---surrounding her.
There was a sense of urgency
To fast forward the days...
To see what yet to come on her way.
As she looked at the cold moon
She felt coldness in her heart;
Her heart---sad and sobbing always
She smelled the coldness in the air...
The season is about to change
Nobody notices though
from autumn to winter;
She sighed.
Lucknow, India
It was in her Gibbous phase.
There was a coldness in everything
---surrounding her.
There was a sense of urgency
To fast forward the days...
To see what yet to come on her way.
As she looked at the cold moon
She felt coldness in her heart;
Her heart---sad and sobbing always
She smelled the coldness in the air...
The season is about to change
Nobody notices though
from autumn to winter;
She sighed.
Lucknow, India
Monday, October 7, 2019
Queen
I felt like a queen
giving him order indirectly.
He knew I was trying to irritate him.
Smiling--he called his best man
who appeared soon at my service.
Though not appropriate behavior
in that setting; I was pleased inside.
Lucknow, India
giving him order indirectly.
He knew I was trying to irritate him.
Smiling--he called his best man
who appeared soon at my service.
Though not appropriate behavior
in that setting; I was pleased inside.
Lucknow, India
Sunday, October 6, 2019
Type
In "Twilight"
She was exactly his type.
Her scent was his type.
When I read the story
the word "type" struck me.
Tonight, I feel
We are exactly each other's type.
So, it will be next to impossible
to accept this separation.
Lucknow, India
She was exactly his type.
Her scent was his type.
When I read the story
the word "type" struck me.
Tonight, I feel
We are exactly each other's type.
So, it will be next to impossible
to accept this separation.
Lucknow, India
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