Silent chaos ...

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Slit her Wings of liberation.

Another blood bath tore down Indian daughter's confidence. The news of a girl killed for wearing jeans in Uttar Pradesh slipped in with daily headlines without sparkling any outrage, without seeking angered undeniable demand for urgent action, without serving as a wake up call demanding justice for our country's daughters. To put a halt on these infringement. Only 17 she met her end in an attempt to please her desires by her own kin, a grandfather and two uncles. So rabid was the patriarchal insistence of the girl's family for a 'decent' wardrobe.

Though we are over seven decades independent, is India truly free from its foundational biases that endanger lives of women for as basic a right as choice?
This is about the future of our daughter, her hold of her choices, her decisions in life, the only reason for her struggle, her only consolation and she is not going to sit on her hands watching her throw her life in garbage. The question we need to be asking ourselves is what led us here and where are we heading equipped with conservatism?

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Light out

Itsn't it strange we often recognise ourselves in silence. Away from the everyday humdrum or chaos just stillness seeking undiscovered thoughts. The wonders of the past day, good or bad, scrutinizing the nuances, solving conundrums. That someone who called for you, something that needed your attention but were left untouched. This beauty of night can do wonders. Alas! It takes a light out to seek its pristine existence. Embracing darkness isn't bad afterall for one can easily spot tiniest grain of light effortlessly......

My window overlooks a small world
Hidden from view in dense obscrunity
White swans swimming, despair disappearing. We shall behold the struggling moon. A brightening edge will indicate that soon.. Isn't it a boon. I want this to last forever....

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I spoke
to myself

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How gleefully worries disappear
under the mist of her guidance.
How the perfect share of
responsibilites settle you
in your comfy nook.
How her scolding makes
her a trurtle dove
How a person can be hotsy-totsy??
This is how

Wearing a mask of joy ,
Its ducksoup for me to fool others
but she recognises my face and
makes the bitterness suffer.
In sweet solitude of mind
she listens her hooligans scream.
Chant her mantra , convert this
hoopla into peace making scene.
Her nature pours into you
Her nurture spurs you on .
Every day she elates your
tastebuds with her delicacies,
sprinkles pinch of her care.
This is the place where love
springs forth, ralling up against
the darkest days of despair.
This is the love which knows
no boundaries.
This is the love which finds
new forms of expression,
Walks holding your hands
to make your impression
ineffaceable.

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One Crazy Soul

She is one crazy soul
Full on rock n roll
A bowl of fanatical goals
Take selfies uncontrol
A comfy girl who loves
to stroll is obsessed
with her opinion poll.
This savage queen
knows to troll and
droll on my loopholes.😏
Charges me toll for
her every console.
Her tittle-tattle has
no selfcontrol.
But she is also
my damage control
My friendship scroll
speaks about her
affectionate role.
You always were and
always will be complete
and whole as my
One Crazy Soul.

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A Stranger
at the Bar

I saw her at the
bar but didn't
know her name.
She sat at a small
table pondering
the world's
problems
drowned
in cherry
liquor.

#Caption

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A new born Princess.

Once upon a time,
a time not so divine
In a land very bland
devoid of hues,
surrounded by sand
stood a castle of colours,
hinding it's precious princess
and her world of ectasy ,
filled with fantasy, a mantra
to survive the reality .
Different shades of
her perception were
alienated, a mere deception.
The positive crimson yellow,
Satirical envy green, hint of
blushing happiness enough
to poliferate her selfesteem.
She would quote" Its more than
just skin deep,confidence
comes in all different
colours , resides in individualism".
With her glitz and glamour
All the finery that impress
be it shorts or a saree
She is our new born princess.

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