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!

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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!

Outside The Window…

She made a dash for the door, as soon as she could,

She wanted to escape the world she was in, for good,

For, she wanted to carve her own niche, write her own story,

Before he engulfed her identity within his, made her existence, history,

Yet, all she lived to see,

Was a blatant charade of his testimony.

Gender Equality.

I was scrolling through the comments of a YouTube video yesterday, when,

A random insult thrown at the YouTuber caught my attention –

Aimed at him, was the proverbial swear word, not so subtly cloaked under the sheath called “woman”,

Because, hey, where in our dictionary, in our history, have we had ANYTHING against a man?

Ma Sita, was denied an opportunity to present her defence, 
Lady Urmila’s sacrifice has never been recognized just as intense,

Queen Draupadi is often looked down at, cited to be the cause of the war, 

But the inability of her husbands, five, to rise to her defense, has never been criticised on par,

For, SHE, in the world of patriarchy we live in, is always the target, the victim, the shield, the sheath,

SHE, without a choice, is forced to bear the wound, the scar, the taint and the pain beneath,

SHE is stereotyped, prised to compromise,

Her opinions, most often than not, stay disregarded, no matter how wise,

SHE is made to toe the line, her achievements remain overlooked – big or small,
SHE is forced to live under his thumb, expected to wait around at his beck and call,

But lest we forget, it is SHE that has always encompassed HE, 
For, without her, HE, can never be!

They stand tall, of them all 💖

Whoever coined the word housewife for the most extraordinary (multitasking) perfectionist in the world, really needs to get his vocabulary straight. 

Because, being one ain’t easy – one day she’s not at home, the whole house is in chaos, plus the volume of work to be done, blinding. 
From waking up first in the morning each day, to managing literally everything for each member of the family, to maintaining​ things in proper order in the house, she does it all single-handedly. 

She makes time for everybody, ensures she’s got everything covered for everyone – without reminders and alarms and Google Keep. 

She finds time to pursue her passion, she meets people she loves, she becomes the connect that binds everything together.

She doesn’t make a hue and cry about what she does, she instead, makes everything look so simple and easy and in perfect order.
We don’t recognize or appreciate what she does, she doesn’t ask for hikes, holidays or incentives either; but the day she’s not around, there is mayhem everywhere and we realize what it is, to be her.
Love 💖

The NaPoWriMo challenge 2017

The NaPoWriMo challenge. This year is the first time I did it and I loved the experience.

The 30 days sped by, in a jiffy.

I have written all about my experience and featured my favourite posts too. Do have a look and share some love, please? 💕

Read it here 👉 My NaPoWriMo challenge

I’d love to know what you think. 💖

Cheers!✨

But…

She dreams of a life, beautiful and new,

She dreams of happiness, everlasting and true,

She dreams of promises, real and few,

She dreams on, without a clue…

She dreams of freedom and education,

She dreams of affection and attention,

She dreams of fun and friendship too,

She dreams on, without a clue…

She dreams of becoming a rebel,

She dreams of equality and being on level,

She dreams of colour and hue,

She dreams on, without a clue…

She dreams of breaking the shackles and setting herself free,

She dreams of a childhood with fun and glee,

But wakes up each day in the morning at three,

And sets off to earn, with her family…