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I too didn’t wannaget raped Stalked hunted preyed on And Live in a social structure Where I could do no wrong.
I too wanted to report him And make him pay For all the layers He stripped off me And made me a sexual object Only worthy of being attained
I too want to come out clean After I burn down this building Of patriarchy and misogyny Where his silence is valued more than my voice And my silence is enough to prove his male noise.
I too I really do But will you pay my bills And help me when I’m on pills? Why will I ask you for justice When you shame me for asking too late
Truth is You don’t want me to voice out And change this system Where it works just fine for you How is my accusation worse than his actions? Because now you have to do something about it now?
So I’m sorry If it is going to affect your privileged little life But I am going to climb to the roof of your building Take my biggest fricking megaphone And shout YOU TOO* *you silent enabler of patriarchy I hope you can hear now*


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A hard day's night

Sometimes Whatever you touch turns to gold And people sing your praises And name their babies after you
But mostly It is a crap fest And walk in the dark A whole lot of ‘learning’ and ‘hardwork’ Without reward or due.
It is very easy to get disheartened Or a whiny loser A self-fulfilling prophecy Which can be avoided With a bit of grit



Bite your teeth Get down to work Not to prove anyone wrong But prove yourself right

The world openly admires talent And secretly respects hardwork Become as good as you think you are Take these bad days as a boon Or fool yourself with any b.s Anything which helps you sleep at night So that you live to fight and win another day.
Actual experience makes clich├ęs real And superstition into faith And a bad day A good one

Pia Pia

Writing to the tunes of a tamil kuthu song! 


Unleash the pyaar  When the chest is too tight  and future not too bright  why so morose  when you can write a killer prose
Get in the groove lady  and do a bam chika bam bam  dreams can be lost and won  firstly you need to run  Smile at the sun we don't need another nun  actually we do  Amen! 

But first go  nanananana yah yoo yipee  whooo  MEEE
Found a judgement I was searching for all day , so decided to unleash some silliness :P  

An ode to the good night

The night gave me his shirt And solace and comfort I could stare at his face All night long And expose my secrets how
He gifted me solace From mundane encumbrances For most part exacerbated by That cantankerous bitch known as day.
Her piercing eyes Questioning everything Intent on making me sweat You cannot excise the truth mom Just ask nicely maybe?
Why do you like him more you ask I can walk his streets Dark it maybe Safe to brandish out my scattered self And lick the ice cream off my hand
Streets sparse with kindred spirits Silent whispers Ready to let me in On their simmering secrets



Once the sunlight sets in The clocks get reset The same souls turn back into harsh humans & Atone for yesterday’s falter
With my back broken I limp through the day And surrender to my dear father He puts on his twinkling smile Reserved only for these special nights And snuggles his daughter The travails of the day seem far away If only for these few hours.

"in the street of the sky night walks scatteri…

Stalagmites

Sharing a poem I handwrote my friends for this friendship day :) sorry for the non posting. Laptop crash and a law career makes writing difficult!

Stalagmites gracing the inner linings of my heart inner compasses gently swaying me away from turbulent mirages , of an insecure voice  which once belonged to my mind 
Making me believe  that I can be more  than my self by being myself
My saviors in nightgowns roaming a love lost town when we have each other we will always be home

Mahanati Hangover

There is something about this movie. It has invigorated the romantic in me and stirred me so much that I have no option but pen my thoughts on it. It is not that the film is without flaws – the ‘innocent’ phase of savitri tests our patience , the film maybe guilty of being too in love with its protagonist and background score was sometimes just TOO loud and it ( perhaps understandably) hesitates to go too deep into the character’s psyche or action. However , the film soars above because of only one reason – Keerthy Suresh.
Right before I had the lucky opportunity to watch this movie (twice) , Keerthy Suresh was my least favourite actress. Maybe because she acted in Bhairavaa , Remo and Thodari – the three worst films inflicted on mankind. Maybe because she was more Loosu than ponnu in her loosu ponnu roles. She isn’t typically glamorous or stylish ( not that I particularly care) nor did she show any acting skill which would warrant her inclusion in all the latest films. Until now.

She…

Me the living

Me – the living


Writing for myself Of rivers and sunset Don’t have to worry about my skill set Or how the lines don’t mesh with what people expect.
No likes , no comments , no shares No feedback to feed my ego back No more second hand living It might actually be thrilling
To discover why I really write All over again Writing for an audience since tenth grade Reader is my default Writing not.
Somewhere along the way Eyeballs glazed my edge Was always a cat on the fence Now filled with trepidation to jump in any direction I offer platitudes and bromides In shiny gleaming proses Posing as something else
Content should always trump form But then reality always bites on the backside I can close my eyes and write a poem now No challenge anymore


I need to push myself outside these boundaries Do something different Or something simple Don’t care about the fancy words I use Or the number of lines which might bore or please you I NEED to write for myself and for that This is the First Step.