Khayi Sehri me jab idli toh ghar yaad aaya
Articles tagged with poems.
She has an opinion about everything.
I stood broken, lost.
She feels insecure about her English everyday.
I don’t know how it happened.
This has to be someone else’s dream.
We were friends before.
I'll never forget that day.
I wake up crying in the middle of the night.
It had ended even before it had begun.
Not all men you say.
That pain won’t go easily.
Behind this foggy veil, I cannot clearly see.
Fluctuations in the marriage market.
People thought it only takes makeup.
Articulating love was forbidden.
When he saw me for the first time.
You tried chopping them off.
I cried myself to sleep.
I held on to you.
You happened to me when I was left clueless about my life.
I am done stepping into fires just to prove my loyalty.
Who will make my friends burn with desire.
Don't just dream. DARE.
"Mommy, you and dad are still together, but why did I fail?"
Come to visit me every day.
Those people who do not even know her.
I met him just for cure and never had a thing.
I am a trickster. I can cheat you of you.
Tell daada to calm down, I promise I'll never roam in the town.
While putting a full stop to her heart-wrenching letter, she sighed.
She saw her life flash before her eyes.
Coz, I don’t want to sleep with my eyes open.
Not every father is lucky to see his daughter getting married, he thinks.
A change that would never change.
Seeking permission from her ‘new’ family.
Realizing that nothing is real but only my thinking.
Her soul cries out, as she prepares.
I do not complain to God now.
Life wouldn't be easy we should have guessed.
My heart shattered
He bit me with those teeth...
I shut my eyes and held your hand.
He was delighted, he loved it.
I'm convinced that you'll never leave me alone.
But tradition is above us they say.
When I say don’t worry I will be fine...
Your breast is the sole reason for assault.
The moment I became a physical separate being. They gave me an identity.
This Soul-Stirring Poem Where A Sex Worker Tells You Why Paid F**k Is Her Choice And It's Okay Is A Slap On Your Face
Just try and empathise and let me live as I do.
What I Saw Her Doing In The Room Grossed Me Out For Days Until She Forced Me To Ask Her The Question
A poem that the Supreme court must read.