All engulfed in cohesive string of emotions, Often getting entangled with another one or two. And amidst all the eddies,slowly drowning my thoughts I could envision all these entwined rush of emotions
"I need a break from this frenzy!!!"I told my mother last weekend. Just like that, I went out for a casual weekend outing with my brother. We grooved to great music blasting the speakers in our car on the way (yes, blasting because for some reason, we were very happy and excited!), singing it all…
...something comes along in varied colours and shapes and sizes, with spines so beautiful and strong that becomes your spirit of resilience in the enervating moments,
...howling sirens of ambulances plying on the roads besieged the cityscape and the scrambling frail structures in those...
"They're all the same!" she mumbled, "two eyes, two ears, a pair of lips." Only the colour was different and that's what made all the difference.
"What an era it is", they say. Where people no more look into each other's eyes, With omnipotent sighs and squinting sights, Where songs aren't anymore the descriptions of lover's silken eyelashes, Where little ones no more congregate around bonfires to listen to Grandma's fables,
Through the hills tall and bright and free Kissing the feet of all but some deodar trees As I go on bickering away loud and headstrong Gliding through scores of mountains Magnificent I am, in glory all bright and clear
Dear women, we've spent so long aspiring to be "strong" women, not realising that the glorification of strength is itself a patriarchal hang-up! Be vulnerable women, be soft women, be women who falter and fumble and then learn. It's okay, strong is overrated!
Oh! If I could ever fly, up above the world so high, I'd be one of those diamonds in the sky!
And embrace your soul out, creating a rhythm they decry Shayaris to wear on your sleeves Sonnets to adorn the dimples your cheeks cultivate everytime you smile A haiku on crevices of your forehead Weaving stories through the thick black slivers to embellish your eyebrows in broad daylight And some impregnating the craters of your thigh.