Let a woman sing

Why don’t we have many such songs or poems? Why is there no female version of a love song like “Chaundvi ka Chaand” or “Chandan sa badan?” In Abhigyaana Shankuntalam Kalidasa wrote verses after verses in praise of Shakuntala’s physical beauty, which included vivid description of her bossom, waist, bust and other body parts of …

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Yesterday’s dream and Tomorrow’s reality

This is actually from the archives, published on this blog as two different posts sometime in Aug'05. I am making them into one piece of, something I call a fusion between prose and poetry, a propestry. Yesterday she dreamt she had finally found him. He lived in Mars and she in Venus…he had always seen …

[Poem] The road has come to an end

The road has come to an end. This is the end of the beginning, and this is the beginning of a new end. In this road nothing excites me anymore, nothing makes me happy, nothing makes me sad. I feel numb. Comfortably numb. Oh dammit did you see, in this road I lost my creativity. …

Part III – It’s ‘Her’story not history

Part III - Marriage  She was taking typing classes, And looking for a job, when, a well wisher got a matrimonial alliance. “This guy at his 30, Central Government Clerk At Income tax department Good salary. Good catch I tell you”. Said he. “Yeah, this poor almost orphan child would get a shelter, What more …

It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history

Part II : Childhood. Father failed. Married again. She was now the mother of her step mother. And her new born. Both were always ailing. So those were days of troubled childhood, Physical abuse by a cruel father, Brother grew up to join the naxals, Jailed for 2 years in kuddalore, came out a weak …

It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history

Mom is cursed with this Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times". She has been living a life which only gets interesting by the day. From her childhood to this day Mom has been on a roller coaster ride. Pain, trauma, agony, ecstasy, freedom, laughter, frustration, win, loss, love, romance she has seen them …

And finally ‘You’

Coming outta that dream world......... Lemme talk bout the first man in my life whom I have looked at and felt he can be the one I can spent the rest of my life with. No, not in love yet, no butterflies in stomach or anywhere either, just find him special. If there is anything …

Mirage this feeling

Mirage, this feeling Beware, fight it Stop Look behind What did you get last time Remember Hope is a fool's sweetest dream. I have been loosing all hopes of ever falling in love and having a relationship. It seems the two shall never meet, my parameters of what I want from a man and his …

Go f*#* yourself….

I am so sick and tired of people throwing tantrums at me of people taking me forgranted of people hurting me and not even realising of people lying to me through their teeth sick and tired of myself of my silence of my acceptance of my not so fake smile of that ache right in …

Truth of my true stories

This post is from the past..., feelt it was a good para I worte so am just re posting it... ‘This is my truth’ was the theme of my blog. I started it coz there were, and still are, these times when I want to talk a lot about my life but no one to …

Festive Blues

Happy days and Merry times are here again, bringing along that same feel of solicitude and melancholy. I hate this. Last time it was Diwali and before that Dussherah. Every time these festivals are here people around me would ask me questions I don't like to answer. "What's your christmas plan, what's New Year plan?" …

This weekend

Its Sunday 10 pm and I am about to go to catch some sleep, an occassion so very rare that I actually have to blog about (I mean am wishing to blog about it but can't cause am too tired for creating a post) mostly on any given day I am awake till 1 am. …

Food for this blog

I have run out of ideas to create further posts on my blog. But I am a wannabe writer. I cannot possibly run out of writing ideas in just about 10 month’s time. So lemme see what’s all there that I have written about and what’s all there I can write about. Things I write …