Let us cycle away, to a placebeyond words and dates and labelsLet us cycle off on a path of stolen glances that connect. Let us cycle back to a place we did that,a time when it was possiblea you before I knew your real faceand you knew my name. *Read…
Lipstick Under My Burkha is not feminism; it’s a revenge saga against men writ large on the silver screen.
I always thought India hates its daughters. But now I believe it hates its sons even more. One of the biggest advantages that I have is that I was given a realistic view of the world’s indifference and even hostility to my existence. Yes, this is an advantage because growing…
I want to write something simply because the topmost post on this blog for too long now, has been a painful memory that victimised me. I am not actually dwelling in the past. The present has had me too caught up to even think about the future, let alone the…
I’m writing this post a little late since last week was such a flurry of activity. I performed at the Unerase Poetry against Drug Abuse event. And in the week leading up to it, I also got quoted in a Mid-Day story about using poetry to bring awareness to this…
I read ‘When I Hit You’ by Meena Kandasamy and it brought me back to an episode in my relationship with music.
‘Harriet the Spy’ is about a 11 year old girl who is gagged by family & system and forced into therapy. Reading helped me crystallise my own identity crisis.
I was quoted alongside other poets in a media story about powerful poetry.
We all face situations that are alarming & scary. We seek escape. This must mean we are all creating potential addictions for ourselves, every day.
April has been a lonely month. Housekeeping always is.