It was 5 am and I was 12.
Articles tagged with poetry.
To Our Unborn Child, Our deepest desire,
Maybe that's why God chose us to create life.
"Many died midway before even reaching the island."
She has an opinion about everything.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I stood broken, lost.
She feels insecure about her English everyday.
I don’t cry anymore.
The woman who works 24/7.
I remember that night.
I don’t know how it happened.
This has to be someone else’s dream.
We were friends before.
I saw him when he was with me.
I'll never forget that day.
I wake up crying in the middle of the night.
I am the person whom you spoke ill of.
It had ended even before it had begun.
I forced it on me.
It's been a year now.
Not all men you say.
I hated you world for doing that to me!
By then, I’ll be over you.
That pain won’t go easily.
For I’ve lost the words or they have left me.
Behind this foggy veil, I cannot clearly see.
I am sorry for every shoulder you cried on.
Fluctuations in the marriage market.
People thought it only takes makeup.
I have been alone 30 years.
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.
A lover he was. A lover she was. But what was love?
It all began when I was 4.
Those people who do not even know her.
I met him just for cure and never had a thing.
Never question his silence.
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.
If only I could find her I'll never let her go.
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.
I was “30”, when I got to know about Physical abuse.
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.
But tradition is above us they say.
You are my faithful friend.
When I say don’t worry I will be fine...
Your breast is the sole reason for assault.
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.