Half Read Stories
Some thoughts on how well we know people through their art that remains.
Some thoughts on how well we know people through their art that remains.
The water logged streetsThe sun burnt pavementsThe dry riversThe fallen trees-Sometimes I wonder have we failed as a society?When I see from my car window,A child shivering under a downpourWhen I sit in my air conditioned homeAnd read about farmers…
Women are…supposed to be Set of rules and regulations- expectations Reduced to relational roles, often no individualization, Not all but nearly all boundaries dismissed, ignored, rationalized Because she is a woman, in others’ vengeful validation her worth lies? That will…
Just a poem on whether there can be love without respect.
A land of chaos, lawlessness ruled hereIn the era of stories molded to whatever we held dearNiche it was still, and so we flewThrough AUs and Fix-ItsBut through some rather nasty stuff tooEffected our psyche, it probably did.But a reminder…
A poem reminding us that we are too young for us to judge ourselves.
We all start our journey somewhat uniqueSome of us adapt to societySome naturally fit inAnd some have the difference beaten out of themBy people, by responsibility, by lifeBut yet, we continue to standSomewhereWith a smileFor every punch life throws,For every…
A poem on what Maa Durga and diinity mean to me.

Just some thoughts on who are, especially in love.
The world is overwhelmingCan I be a piece of sandLost in millions with no purpose, no bills, no understandingOf the toxicity we wade throughJust to make itAnother day.Can I please be a grain of sandTo be lost in the vastness…