I gave you my heart,
You said you gave me yours,
Now this, which hurts the most,
Ripping me apart,
I wonder if this thing is mine or yours.

Why is he asking for my number?

Can I trust them and go to that place?

Can I accept his ride?

Aunty says I'm growing up, so I should start wearing a scarf, to protect myself.

Here I was thinking scarfs are winter clothes,

Aunty says I should stop wearing sleeveless,
I should protect myself from bad eyes,

I'm covering myself, I've hidden my body well,
But from whom and from whom not,

Who can be trusted and who can not be?

Should I be hidden or should I not be?

I heard some boy say, night bike rides are the best,

I'm sure I'll never witness a night like that,

My friend thinks once she's married, she'll be free, she will have a protector by her side,

How can she not realise, right now we are tangled by invisible chains,

Marriage is an act where you are knotted,
Publically.

I don't know what freedom is, I don't think what I thought was freedom.

Aunties say it's always me who has the control of safety, a little mistake, and I'll get myself rapped or harassed,

Periods are painful and extremely uncomfortable,
But I should make sure not to talk about it, it's gross or impure I guess.

I don't know how women conceive a child,
It's so scary,
But Aunty says it's a privilege,
She says there are many banj(defective women who are unfit to conceive.) Out there, so I shouldn't think like that.


I wish I could ask people on social media,
If given a choice how many of them would like to be a
WOMEN☕

Empty-ed
Void
Blank
Nice

It's been 26 years almost,
And yet living like Jack is my best dream...

Plants are breathing,
So am I,
Trees are dancing,
So am I,
The weather is cool,
And my coffee is hot,
This morning feels so nice.

Isn't it foolish,
How we strive for a safe and secure future,
When life itself is so unsafe and uncertain,
To be followed by death,
Every day, every moment,
A dream job or an ideal job,
What would a wise man choose?
Whatever it is let's just sing a song,
Our decisions may go wrong,
But the end is not an end,
Unless it's our life which ends,
Societal ideals don't seem to be aware of death,
That's why maybe we don't value life,
You and I don't have forever to live,
Maybe that's why I want to decide how will I live,
I don't want to figure out how,
What if I die by then, I just want to live,
With the flow of life.

Pata hai jab tum mile,
Pehli baar aisa aehsas hua,
Aise sunn ne waala hi toh chahiye tha,
Pehli baar sunne ka nahi baatien karne ka mann hua,
pehli baar aise gajab ke jawab dekne mile,
Aur tumne bhi toh kahan ki tumhe bolna bohot pasand hai,
Aur sunn na kam, par phir bhi mere baatien sunn na pasand karte the tum,
Abb Phir bhi tumse dil na lagau, yeh kahan se moomkin hotha,
Din bhar har cheez se aise juda diya tumhe,
Haan agar aaj baat hogi toh yeh poochungi usey,
Abb din bhar bas tumhari yaadien satate hai,
Woh saare cheej jinse tum jude **, raat bhar rulate hai,
Aur tum toh aise ghumshuda hogaye,
Jaise kabhi kuch hua hi nahi tha.
Kya tumhara koi kasoor bhi hai,
Yea yeh aehsaas sirf mere the,
Bohot dar tha ek tharfa pyaar se,
Abb toh hum usi mai barse.