Nostalgia is like butterscotch ice-cream. The caramelised sugar chunks, the moments, tantalise the tongue long after the ice-cream is over. I ran my tongue over the lips. The smile tasted of sweet caramel.
Lipstick under my burqa effectively portrays the baby steps taken by four women towards liberation from the dogma of society. Their lives intertwine at some point during the journey, handholding each other without judging or being intrusive. The movie offers you no solution in the end, neither does it preach in any manner. It shows you how brazenly these four women embrace the grey shades of their lives.
A Reversed Tetractys form of poetry for the prompt today, as suggested at OctPoWriMo Challenge. You can see the challenge details Here : Out of myriad shades of emotions at play We chose our colour With all precision Pristine White Canvas. Tetractys consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total … Continue reading White – Day 20 – #OctPoWriMo 2016 #31days31poems
A Haiku : Make room for new love Bid adieu to those drifted Barren trees, Autumn romance.
Cajoling Threatening Persuasive Savory Mother's love sprinkled leisurely on a hopeful platter in front of an anorexic child. Micropoetry
In India, female foeticide has been an evil practice for centuries, for the want of a male child. There are religious, social, financial and emotional reasons too. Times are changing and people are embracing the girl child. Unfortunately, there is still a segment of the society that practices female foeticide.The poem addresses the malpractice which … Continue reading Shameful – Day 14 – #OctPoWriMo 2016 #31days31poems
Free Verse : The refreshing brew, A precocious mind, Two steady hands, The rising tide, Magical lantern of twinkling stars, Floating clouds, A flowing swag. Embraced in a pair of strong arms, engrossed in conversation with a strong willed mind, sipping a cup of Strong brew, under the well lit sky, looking over the strong … Continue reading Strong -Day 12 – #OctPoWriMo 2016 #31days31poems
The prompt for the day is Tasty. It bought back a flood of memories, of years spent training in busy kitchens at college and then apprenticing at a lovely hotel for few weeks. Used the suggested form of poetry Rondel TASTY They were "Friends for life" kind of friends, The recipe books with new culinary … Continue reading Tasty – Day 7- #OctPoWriMo 2016, #31poems31days
#OctPoWriMo 2016, Cascade Poetry
Always the full stop, never a pause ; You, in our conversations. "I like to be the medium," you said, "never the end. " Counting the milestones, I collected stamps of memories from each stop over, and you left thumb impressions, inking your presence and marking your absence on the spiral highways of life. … Continue reading Conversations – Day 2- Void #OctPoWriMo 2016
"A tribute to my favorite Indian Poetess Kamala Das" Even when the world was young, did Eve believe that the world was her own? This poem will set you thinking. One of the top 5 entries for April’s muse of the month ( 2014) writing cue, “Today the world is a little more my own.” … Continue reading ADAM AND EVE : Muse of the Month April 2014 – Women’s Web
This is for all those men who raised questions regarding celebrating International women's day : BECAUSE SHE IS She wears invisible hurt on her quaint heart, A reminiscence of a not-so-glorious past. Can there be an unscathed mind? Seething pain keeps residual angst alive. She laughs, cries, she purports and roars, Yes, she is a … Continue reading
TODAY: 8 PM: 29th FLOOR TERRACE, KADAMBARI APARTMENT, SOUTH MUMBAI: “It would just serve him right," Kruthika's contorted mind ran amok, thinking of ways to avenge her insult. Twisting tiny knots of her beige dupatta between her trembling hands, she balanced her feet on the thin ledge on the parapet of the dim-lit deserted terrace … Continue reading Nine Lives
Source: Partners in Poetry : Gayatri & Me
For the longest time I have considered myself unprivileged in terms of education I received. Both my parents barely passed school, college was just a dream they refuse to talk about either out of shame or due to fading memory. Even though they had left no stone unturned to admit me in the best school of the small town of Ludhiana, I felt my parents were ‘incapable’ to support me at times when they ‘should’ have been resolved my issues.
Like in grade ninth if I was battling with trigonometry alone in my room under the lamp light, my best friend had her father sitting next to her showing step by step the method which we both had not tried to understand in the class. But what we did is a different matter, what my parents should have done is the key you see! So I felt small and lived…
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Free Verse Futile, Hopeless, Wasted, Unproductive. Jingoism, Terrorism, Political Conflicts, Empty Noises. Stunned, Numbed, Comatose, Knocked Out. People, Relationships, Environment, Our Future.
In my daily to do list, before the grocery and after the workout your name is etched right in the middle highlighted in floroscent as a sacrosanct chore, a mandate task to follow each day, without fail. You aren't listed at the top or the bottom. as the life does not start or end with … Continue reading In-Depth – Day 16 – #OctPoWriMo 2016 #31days31poems
The sudden isolation, Beyond one's control, Throws you off guard, Leaving you in a lurch, with an indecisive future in an unsure world. Two inches above the chest a big lump of pathos forms, you gulp it down quickly it hits the gut straight and hard. Revelation is a strange thing it takes you by … Continue reading Blue – Day 15 – #OctPoWriMo 2016 #31poems31days