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FEMALE V/S FEMALE
“She put mascara to college,
Oh! What a slut.”
“So ugly, she always puts makeup on to hide.”
“That plastic skin, fake breasts and hair.”
“Also, didn’t you hear?
She lost her virginity to that boy”
“She’s a whore who just
pulls stunts for attention.”
“Oh, she got raped?
Must have totally wanted it.”
“She must have put on something slutty”
“Give more freedom to girls than they require
and this is what they return.”
“She must have signalled him first.”
“It’s her fault she got raped,
Hide somewhere she must.”
“Oh look at that bus conductor,
“She let all the women down.”
“And that lady taxi driver,
totally out her husband’s control.”
So I composed this in my 10th grade, when I was as young as 15 years. I hope you enjoy reading this, although it has a very kiddish touch to it.
On the wrist of the brother
A promise to keep
To always protect his sister
And never let her weep
A tie of love
Trust, faith and duty
This relation between them
Has seamless beauty
This beautiful bond
Has no words to explain
Sweets to exchange
And attention to gain
The sister prays
For her brother’s long life
His prosperity and success
Is what she does strive
A symbol of love
She puts some tilak
And holy rice
To wish him luck
She gets some gifts
Whatever her desire
The brother can give her
Hope for the best, and prepare for the next.
Don’t try to change the ‘you I love’,
Into someone ‘I just talk to but don’t really give a shit about’.
MY IDEA OF INDIAN INDEPENDENCE
Where merit has over reservation an edge,
No matter what caste, gender, region,
Where students can exercise their right to freedom of speech and opinion,
Without their ‘disagreement’ being mistaken for ‘disrespect’.
Where there are no disputes and conflicts
Between two similar individuals,
they’re still slave,
Where unconditional love doesn’t come with a list of terms and conditions and clauses,
And LGBTQ isn’t a separate community.
And people don’t exchange furtive glances at their mention.
Where people can marry of their own free will,
Feeling free, fleeing not required;
And where honour killings aren’t a thing.
Because what ho...
What he labelled as “standards”,
Were actually “double standards.”
She loved. It’s in the past tense now.
Feelingless, I’m feeling less. Because there’s less feelings involved.
I don’t blame the boys.
I blame the women.
For not being on their own side.
She refused to believe in her stars. Only then, she met one in herself.
I mostly try to be kind and generous towards all. Not that i succeed all the time, sometimes anger or disagreements or disappointments overpower. But i conquer them all. I try to be empathetic and sensitive to others and their emotions and feelings. I try to be compassionate and helpful. And mostly, i succeed.
So today, I compliment not my compassion, but my effort. The fact that i try and never give up on my kind side, (which the world has given numerous attempts to unleash into something really catastrophic by the way) is really what keeps me going.
To improvement and growth and never giving up.
Not to not ever failing, but to never giving up.
THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
Quoth the perfect words in the right minute would he,
Lies as were they;
from falling apart.
Everything i wanted to hear,
Everything i wanted in life,
The love i always envisioned of drowning into,
He was that deep.
He was that love.
Found me lost,
And abandoned me so,
as i endeavoured putting back pieces
of all the scrambled words
that flew around my head
like little weights,
Butterflies they used to be once;
Butterflies around my head like a tiara woven for just me,
And like the butterflies in my belly,
Light as a butterfly,
They were heavenly,
And there went the loophole;
The part that I misse...
Kids are the last few humans who don’t get on my nerves.
It wasn’t your fault.
We were just not meant to be.
I wish i were your shadow,
So inseparably yours.
My name is Gaurangi. I’m 19 years old and I am from India. My favourite colour is black. My hobbies include singing, writing, reading and playing guitar. Human is the one word that describes me best.
to baby handle me.
the wild wild
With your lips
Passion and all;
Yet so full
Men like flesh,
It’s the dogs that go for bones!
Love doesn’t bore,
If it does,
It’s not love.
Despite all the hurt it caused,
I’m sure you were no mistake.
Send me not
those smiling faces,
for i know the spell
reversing the emotions
you originally feel.
HEALS LOVE, THE LOVE SCARS.
He talked and talked,
And she listened all this while,
All that he said,
With stars in his eyes;
How he hated pizzas,
And how he didn’t believe in love,
And how badly he wanted to give his parents that life;
All that he loved,
And all that he feared,
The problems he faced,
And the trophies he won;
How he got injured as a child,
And how his anger turned to rage,
Every little detail.
Yet she listened all while,
Knew he was a sensitive child,
She wanted to be his strength,
And mend him with her love,
A best friend she found in him,
Lent a shoulder when in need,
She knew that he was her love,
Caressed him all along,
She hugged him to ...
Still fixated to the stage anal, unknown yet when to hold on, and when it’s time to let go.
As the night fills in with darkness,
Also the ascent vacuum;
Consuming her to vulnerability,
all the night,
But wakes up
With the same
I miss those
who don’t even
think about me!