Poetry

The Blooming Rose

If only we’d stop each time and smell the rose. If not that at least slow down to watch it sway and smile at its graceful dance with the wind and bees and the butterflies; blooming, welcoming them in, selflessly gifting its scent to everyone who merely passes by and cares to breathe in.

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Dear Daughter...

When down,

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Me Too

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To the mothers,

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The U n i v e r s e

They say life is chaos

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The Snagged Doll

The Doll was like every other woollen doll in the world. She got out of bed every morning and did what she had to do. She watched closely what the Real Dolls did and mirrored what she saw. She laughed when jokes were cracked and held her head down when a sad news reared its head. She minded her Ps and Qs, she didn’t bother anyone and no one bothered...

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A love note for my brown girls

I’m here, right by you,

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India

Listen,

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Victor-less war

You may win a battle

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I will not

Today I will not hold back

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Ramlah.

‘Ramlah.’ She was told it meant ‘Sand’, some kind of valuable sand. Why would her parents name her dirt? Well, it did explain why they treated her the way they did. Her father had died in a drunken brawl and her mother decided to run away with the first man who came knocking on her door. Leaving her, like dirt washed ashore, with her grand mother.

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The House.

The House was a spectacular sight. Even in the yellowed photo I carried around, it stood tall and proud, reveling in its own grandeur. No one knew for sure how old it was. At the last count, five generations of family had lived and died there, each leaving a mark only my grandmother could tell.

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And come sit Next to me.

It doesn’t take much

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The Great Indian Stereotype

They see curry on my plate

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I'm beautiful and so are you.

Shopping with girlfriends or at the hairdressers’,

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To the fathers

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#IWillGoOut

Father,

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No.

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Dear World

Dear World,

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cycle

The girl looks out at

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Chase me with a doll'

I was 7 when you came to see us. You, a visiting relative, came stocked with sweets, toys and tales aplenty. My brothers and I loved you, for you added colour to our bleak, dusty existence. You enthralled us with stories from- what was to us, the biggest wonder in the world- the city. Rapt, we would listen when you described the big buses which can carry A Lot of...

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I orbit the universe

My skin is a wheatish brown

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She was born a girl.

I’d like to apologize

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Not A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a people who did not care for the Little Things. They cared so little for the Little Things that soon the not-so-little things became mere Little Things too. One may wonder what took up all their attention, so much so that they stopped caring for the poor Little Things. Well, it was the Big Things- much much bigger-happening in lands...

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