A pessimistic view on love.

Since the closest we’re getting to love is

Romantic novels and movies.

Set in an utopian world of hairspray and botox.

Characters pledged to fall in love,

No matter how far they are.

Endings sealed with a happily ever after,

And kisses perfected from multiple camera angles.

Oh where is the presence of broken hearts and crushed crushes.

Broken homes and divorced marriages.

Lets hope the reels keep on turning,

The pages keep flipping.

For let the romance never end,

Since that’s all we’re getting.

A dysfunctional relationship. ( exam series)

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It’s like a relationship.
A very dysfunctional one at that.
You don’t get me, I don’t get you.

Still we slowly try to amend our differences.
I by reading you and learning.
You by being well you
Awkwardly uncooperative
Very distant.
And hiding secrets I don’t know
But yet we work together hand in hand.
To save our relationship from the failure.
You’ll never understand me l I’ll never understand you
Eleven years we’ve worked
At finding out the truth.
We shall work a couple of years more.
And maybe our efforts will bear fruit.

An ode to exams. (Exam Series)

An ode to exams. (Exam Series)

In the midst of studying for my finals, I penned down this piece

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26 letters, as familiar as can be,

Come together to form something absurd.

Confuse me,

Terrorise me,

Make me rethink my decisions.

A couple of pages 200 or so,

Filled with the language I think I know.

Then why is it so confusing,

Mind changing,

bewildering.

As I let you suck my soul,

Mind and body whole.

Dying slowly in front of you,

Books I love, but not you.

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Your love was a lie,
So were your words.
So many scars you left,
On my mind and soul.

I’ll forever remember,
You as not the one to run.
But the one to do something,
For the sake of anything but fun.

And as I sit here I realise,
You never were the man for me.
Maybe a man is not who I want,
Maybe it’s girls for me.

And sometimes it hits me,
Being alone is what I want.
Away from love and the likes,
Away from the truth of it all.

Life.

This is most probably the darkest poem I’ve ever written.

Hollow hearts,

Hollow heads,

Hollowed brains,

Filled with the death.

Devoid of love,

Devoid of thought,

Devoid of actions,

They turn to rot.

Empty stomachs,

Living on air,

As sad as it gets,

It’s only our minds that have to be fed

Dying while living,

Living while dead,

This is life baby,

A few days and we’re dead.

A confined girl in a free world.

She was born in a country,

Where the people were free.

She had the choice to blossom,

And breathe in the fresh breeze.

Her parents were liberal,

The wanted what she wanted.

To experience nature, culture and traditions

Of the lands around she.

But then if she did step out,

To see what she wanted.

A million stares was she the subject of,

In the bus, in the car, in the train, even on the roads!

Heckling became a part of her life,

And pepper spray her bae.

It wasn’t what she wore, be it a kurta or jeans,

The stares and looks were part of her daily routine.

 

In the metro, in the bus,

It was like a daily massage,

A massage she did not enjoy,

But she had to bear.

Her parents were worried,

Their child had to be safe.

Safe from the dangerous world,

Of what is called society.

People blamed it on her,

It was her fault.

Why be a women and give,

Impressions to all.

Why step out when not needed,

Why go out with boys,

That’s evil.

You brought it on yourself,Living in this place.

Throw away your mobile phone!,

It causes rape.

 

In a society were girls are killed right before they are born,

In a society were girls are judged before they can stand tall.

In a society were girls are judged on what they wear,

In a society were its her fault, she shouldn’t have been born

Will we see equality at all?

Lullaby for a myna

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A pretty smile, Chinki eyes,

Beautiful hair and a brain better than me.

A shoulder to sleep on,

Rebellious she may be.

But with a captain badge to bare,

May I say that’s pure irony.

 

The tiniest of the lot and the most mature,

Change is her, responsibility she is.

Perfectly poised, with good clothes to wear,

Talkative as a myna.

I can see your halo, pretty one,

Shining in the sun.

 

A heart of platinum,

Rare yet precious.

I can swear all heads turn,

Because she is beauty and brains mixed into one.

Little chunk of perfection,

Smart is she.

And she goes admiring lesser mortals,

Humble be she.

 

One of the four,

She stands out.

Not for her beauty, nor her brains, or her grace,

More like because that is what,

Everyone works for.

Little ann ban,

Don’t you worry bae

I’ll be there for you.