Hues of pink Colour the afternoon sky. Oh! What a pretty sight! As pretty as The dreams she weaved. She saw herself Waltzing under the starlit sky, Matching his every step. Side by side, Hand[…]
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Category: Poetry
Poem to Myself
Are you busy? Aren’t you always?! Too busy to breathe, I hear you say. Please pause there. What about the moments That take your breath away? Do you savour those? Like the feeling of the[…]
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Time
It is time… Time to Channel my creativity; Come out of my cocoon; Wriggle my way out Of this writer’s block. It is frustrating. I fight with my keyboard. I wrestle with my pencil. My[…]
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Rape be not proud
Rape be not proud. There is no power In stripping the dignity of another. Let’s reverse The status quo, And bare you naked. Let’s see you Cower Like a coward. Where will you Hide Your[…]
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Making alterations
Stitch by stitch Step by step Swiftly Deftly Her fingers moved As if was she stringing a guitar The piece of fabric was her instrument And she, an amateur artist. Dress designing Happened by default.[…]
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Seek the silence
Far away from the voices, Leaving the noise in the distance, I travel to a place of silence. And here, I find myself. In that silence, I am one With my thoughts, And an imagination[…]
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(Not) from the same cloth?
Let’s talk Women to women Womxn to womxn I’ve had enough! Haven’t you? I thought we were Cut from the same cloth. Biology aside, I told myself That we had a deeper connection. That solidarity,[…]
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The scent
I sniffed it in, And then I sniffed it in again. I had missed it. I had forgotten how it made me feel… The unmistakable scent Of the fresh grass after the rain. Refreshing, Re-invigorating,[…]
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Sisters of South Africa
We are here We are here every day, Not just today Or this month. In August, the winds blow in a different direction in South Africa. In August, women are celebrated and honoured women are[…]
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South Africa saluting India
We see the beautiful red saris, But let us not forget the blood of martyrs. It’s not a stain. It’s a sacrifice to be saluted. We hear the bangles dance on the hands of women,[…]
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