Tag: Poems
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At what age will she ever feel safe?
Don’t go alone. Don’t stay out late. Don’t trust strangers. Don’t wear that. Don’t speak too loudly. Don’t provoke. Adjust. Endure. Be careful. And somehow, the responsibility for safety keeps following her, from childhood to old age. A toddler. A schoolgirl. A student. A wife. A mother. A professional. An old woman. Different ages. Different…
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Shiva and Shambhavi
She lets him walk ahead, Following his every step, Smiling blissfully, eyes lowered, Sati, the beautiful bride of Shiva. They call him the Destroyer, Whose third eye opens in ire, She sees him as Neelkanth, The halahal consuming Savior. They call him AdiYogi, The wandering ascetic, She sees him fulfilling every wish, The eternal…
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Colors of love
Image Courtesy: http://renatures.com/ We talk like children, Sharing secrets without fear. All pure, all white, Like the English roses I hold so dear! We laugh like maniacs, Sometimes over nothing. All bright, all yellow, Like the swaying buttercups in spring! We fight like monsters, Our volatile hearts ablaze. All red, our ire, Like the crimson orchids…
