Of shooting stars and fairy dust ✨

She wakes up to her heart seeking rainbows and sunshine,
Searching the skies, amidst clouds, for a ray of hope to bask into the soul benign,

She wakes up to her brain chock-a-block with anxiety, with answers none but questions crystalline,
With dreams of fairy dust, of stars, of success, of impeccable shine,

She relentlessly pushes boundaries, desperately marches ahead –

To carve her own path to tread,
To prove to the world her stand, the strength of her spine,
To pursue what matters to her, no matter how infinitesimally bovine,
To compete with the world, to give herself an identity,
To break all chains and become who she wants to be,
To impress the wayfarer, the belligerently unknown,
To make up for everything that she wants to atone,

Disappointed, she returns, as twilight strikes,
Yet, with experiences enough to help her realise –
The regret, the failures, the fears, the flaws,
The light, the silence, the mess, the farce –

They haven’t let her down, they are the reason she steps forward to try,
They give her the strength to flap her wings, they propel her to fly high!

Cheers!

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The impending need for Gender Equality.

I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when,

I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention –
Why do you throw the girl child to the ants, why are you so pained by her presence,

When would you understand that SHE, is the reason for your very existence?
Why does her attire become the reason for your prejudice,

When her very being is always subjected to insurmountable injustice?
Why does it irk your ego if she wants move higher up the ladder, why do you expect her to compromise?

Why should she always be the one to sacrifice?

Wouldn’t her hard-work, her commitment, her passion for her work, just suffice?
Why do you advocate to her something, what you wouldn’t for yourself, find appropriate?

Why, despite being born an equal, do you expect her to be servile, to be the subordinate?
Why, when both are to blame, is she alone forced to mend her ways, is asked for a character certificate?

Why, what she brings with her, always seems to the world, a tad too inadequate? 
Why is there still, such deep rooted misogyny and patriarchy, why is there no space for gender equality?
Why don’t we understand it’s #HeForShe, and that’s exactly how the world is designed to be?!
Cheers!

She

Be it at 9 in the night or 6 in the morning, she is required to quicken her pace,

She lives with worry lines that crease her forehead, with fear that clouts her face,

She isn’t allowed night outs, parties for her are a big no-no,
She is expected to sacrifice, to forgo, to let go of her ego,

She doesn’t get to stay alone, she doesn’t get to make her own choices,
Her silence, most often than not, gets overpowered, by raised voices,

She is judged for what she chooses to wear,
She’s judged for her joy, for her passion, for her pride, for her despair,

She is judged for who she chooses to be ,
She’s judged for everything she says or does- whether she’s six, or sixty,

Everytime she steps out, she steps out with an extra layer of caution,

For, there’s no place on this earth that she can call her home, her safe haven,

But hey! She is born an equal, she ain’t here to shoulder his blame, she ain’t here for him to maim,
This world she lives in, is hers too, to belong in, is hers too, to claim,

She should breathe in peace, not in panic, not in pain,

Together, it’s time we make this place safe for her, again!

Let’s fly high, my friend

Let not the society pull the strings of our lives, of our destinies,

Let not our race, religion, caste or creed decide who we are, or define our indefinable capacities,

Let not opinions biased, tarnish our hopes, our ability to try,

Let not doubts unascertained, limit our will to fly,

Let not stopgaps and pitfalls deter what we choose to pursue

Let nothing stop us from living our dreams, from becoming what we aspire to.

Cheers!

Why is it not easy, ever?

Why do I always have to prioritize, why do I always have to choose ?

Why is there something that I always have to miss, that I always have to lose?
Why can’t I just spend the evening watching a movie with my family, 

And, at the same time, get to have fun with my friends at their happening party?
Why can’t I cosy up, during a rainy afternoon, with my book and some hot piping tea,

And, simultaneously, get drenched to the skin in the rain, breathing in every minuscule of nature’s audacious beauty?
Why do I always have to choose one over the other?

Why does my mind prefer one, my heart, another?
Why can’t I have the cake and eat it too, with equal alacrity?

Why is it always so hard to choose, to forgo, to live in the moment, to just let things be?

Open Mic – An attempt ❤

This is a first for me, reciting my poetry and getting to watch it on YouTube. So here goes. I’m pathetic in it, like always, but do watch it if you get the time, and tell me what you think of it.

Cheers!

Superstitions, suspicions, and sophistications!

“Damn, she sneezed. Here, have a glass of water. Wait up, don’t start yet.

Oh! There she goes again, that’s two times now, you’re good to go, my pet!”

“Drat! Did you have to call her by her name when she was about to start?

Don’t ask her where she’s going, you’d jinx it for her, figure it out yourself if you’re smart!”

 “Was that a black cat that just crossed your path?

Watch out! Today you’d most definitely face somebody’s wrath”

“There’s a lady removing the trash off our road, she’s doing good, no doubt,

But, hey, wait until she’s done, for a broom shouldn’t be the first thing you must see when you step out.”

“Stretch your right hand to give, your right hand only, to receive,  

For, extending your left hand first is a sign of disrespect, I believe.”

Superstitions, suspicions, sophistications – they’ll only always create complications and confusions aplenty,

For, at the end of the day, we know what’s meant to be, will, without a doubt, be.