Language is a powerful instrument and words it’s sharp edged Obsidian knife; while Twitter the place where you find chefs using it to brutally wound out of hate rather than to cook a concoction that feeds hungry souls.
Je dois reformuler quelque chose que j’ai entendu récemment… (à mon avis) La fonction éducative de la vie est le rêve de tout philosophe moraliste et de toute propagande conservatrice. Pour vivre pleinement, ne cherchez pas la fonction éducative de la vie, car comme l’art, il n’y a pas de fonction éducative ici!
#Change #starts with #I & #We
In a world where boys are told not to cry, I tell mine that I hear him. I hear him and I am here for him. That he is smart, intelligent, kind. That he is not to be bound by gendered norms but simply be a good human. For he’s a gift like our neighbour’s […]
Children are like wild flowers. Their imperfections are perfect, their heart – shiny and glistening like plants after first rain.
Self-hate has left tally marks on her skin. One, two, three, four and a strike through! Five. In clusters. Here and there. We tally our beer, she tallied her pain. Till one day she stopped. She reached the highest level of self-loathing: So much so it flipped. A soul that reached serenity by fighting against […]
Read somewhere: if your partner loves you, will show it through small gestures that you never expected. Yesterday, as I struggled to braid my hair, mine came to aid: it wasn’t the prettiest, but it was for the grittiest of all girlfriends. His perfect gesture – helping to braid my hair.
Everyday is a reminder that there’s a grey area – a balance between hysteria and academia. The silver line between ignorance and arrogance. Ignorance in thinking you have the right answer, and arrogance when reasoning with prejudice – like a sick side winder you spring to answers by your own standards.
Hard rural boys, dark skinned in their six hundred rupees pants – bought on the roadside, wanted to get them beautiful Kashmiri girls when BJP moved forces into the state; “white babes, with cheeks like apples – darlings me marry yous, wanna be my friendship?” So I told them, perhaps women from their family would […]
#Poochie: Ode to my Dog
I see my dog turning old, lose skin under her neck, I see her sleeping more and more, nodding off as she pretends to stay awake. I sit there talking to someone, a person who promises the world to me. I take my book and open a page – last poems I published about an […]
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