#Ideastory: Poetry
Poetry,comes rolling out of my pursed lips,like smoke curling under the door. Somebody’s going to get burnt soon.
Poetry,comes rolling out of my pursed lips,like smoke curling under the door. Somebody’s going to get burnt soon.
Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking. I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,PERFECT. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
I watched a French video titled ‘Oppressed Majority‘. It’s a satirical, dark take on patriarchy. It does so by reversing traditional gender roles. What would life look like if the way each sex was treated was reversed? Dear men, I understand now.* Honestly. I found myself thinking things that I’ve…
Dear men,
What’s that you say? Women don’t get into the friendzone? Allow me to introduce you to…
A review of ‘Insects are just like you and me except some of them have wings’ by Kuzhali Manickavel.
I painted the Mumbai skyline on an old pickle glass bottle.
Power play – a poem.
I tried limericking. I didn’t follow syllable count rules. Saying something in 5 lines in rhyme and being funny was challenge enough.
A review of Devdutt Pattanaik’s ‘SITA’ contrasted with his other book ‘JAYA’.
I started ‘The Thirty Diaries’ a month before I hit 30. Now, six months from my 35th birthday, I do a mid-way check.