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.
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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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.
Free Verse Futile, Hopeless, Wasted, Unproductive. Jingoism, Terrorism, Political Conflicts, Empty Noises. Stunned, Numbed, Comatose, Knocked Out. People, Relationships, Environment, Our Future.
Cajoling Threatening Persuasive Savory Mother's love sprinkled leisurely on a hopeful platter in front of an anorexic child. Micropoetry
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