A poem about the limits of our intellectual pontification.
Tag: poetry
‘She Was I, and I Was Her’
What happens when lovers are split apart by Section 377?
Perhaps, I Am a Fool
I am a fool for my silence. I am a fool for my words.
The Constant Voice Inside My Head
It runs through my heart, sings in my ears and loves me with its gentle touch.
Would It Be a Lot Easier If I Just Got Married?
Sometimes I wonder, would it be a lot easier if I just got married? I could still dabble into this, and my wife wouldn’t hear a hiss.
On Watching Trains Leave
A short piece on sitting on my grandfather's shoulders, watching the trains go by.
You Look Pretty, But…: The Tyranny of Beauty Standards
This poem is about every girl who has been forced to bow to rigid ideas of beauty.
When Consent is Inconsequential
Snatch our liberty, for generations. Make us believe we love it. Fool us.
Hush, Shush, Keep Your Conscience Shut
For every attack that tortured my soul, I won't say quiet, not anymore.
I Ran Into My Younger Self on a Mumbai Local
You may know all this already, but in this moment you are me – a ghost of my past.