The statuses keep popping up in blue confessing they were assaulted too. But I can't use my real name, they say. My name is also my family's. "So are you gonna pretend that nothing happened?" My conscience pricks with its thorny sound dagger. "Among all these wounded women, you once envied to be too lucky?" … Continue reading Poem: #metoo
Author: Lirio
Poem: The Muse
I turned to poetry to forget a voice I once thought soothing. I turned to imagery to forget a face I once thought loving. He told me I could trust him. He told me he loved me. He told me he would take care of me. He told me my secrets were safe with him. … Continue reading Poem: The Muse
Poem: Greatest Fear
I'm scared of me, My dreams so wild My energy so reckless My thirst so addictive. I'm scared of me, my slippery tongue, my fuming anger, my fidgeting hands lest I break things worse I break hearts worst I break people. I'm scared of me, my vivid limitations, my vague aspirations. I want to be … Continue reading Poem: Greatest Fear
Poem: Pale Light Dreams
My mamma says we are poor, I have to pray for a meal everyday. My paapa works on a rented field, I have to pray for days without debts. My sister has mehendi on her hands, I have to pray for a groom who asks less dowry. This is my life everyday. These are my … Continue reading Poem: Pale Light Dreams
Poem: For So Long
For so long The politicians in my country Have been dressing up in white. Some even in saffron, green and blue. But peace, sadly, is not in their agenda. Tolerance, outdated, is not in their principles. Do you know how easily they trade My nation's pride and honor For pleasing their vote banks? Do you … Continue reading Poem: For So Long
Poem: Home
The plain glass windows I washed with soap and sponge. The long balconies I scrubbed for a day's meal as wage. The warm roof tops I sat down to write my poems. The old gulmohar Who greeted me with a mother's love. The cold cement steps Where I lay down to see my biggest dreams. … Continue reading Poem: Home
Poem: Tonight
I wonder if he ate dinner. I skipped mine just in case.
Book Review: A Personal Note on ‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness by Arundhati Roy’
A personal note on the book - The ministry of utmost happiness by Arundhati Roy
