I love this expressive generation. I love to see lovers rush into their respective lover’s and spouse’s arms. I love to see people make videos about whatever they aren’t able to express directly to the spouse. I love to see how having cameras in the hands all the time help lovers capture the moments where they catch their beloved’s love for them which shows in their body language. I love the honest and loyal ones, the fun, laughing and giggling ones, the bending on knees to propose ones, the ones who fight to protect their beloved from internal and external battles and are not afraid of gender norms.
The people who are expressive,
The way they narrate is impressive,
To see their expressions when they are excited
I dislike when my sleep interrupts the process.
My work is ageing like fine wine. I am becoming more of me and that is creating more of my authentic art. The more authentic it is becoming, the more nourished and refined it is getting. My mistakes are beautiful and there are some harsh and sweet lessons that I have learnt and recorded in my work. The simpler the things are becoming to me and as I am going ahead authentically on the truest of my journey, the more wisdom they are holding and so the more sophisticated, deep and meaningful are they becoming. The older the wine gets, its value keeps increasing and the more I am moving forward and recording as I move all of it in writing, the wiser I am getting while not losing my spirit of standing against the wrong no matter if I am the only one resisting. Wisdom can never teach you wrong that sophistication is to keep shut when your voice can be a tool to bring about change.Continue reading
I believe in equality of genders but it is not a hidden fact that women persist to be targeted in subtle and rude ways since years. They have been a target of patriarchy’s weak mentality. The need to prove prowess was initiated by patriarchal men because women always had and realized the inherent power that they possessed of creating a creation that created the rest of the world according to the purpose of his creation.
It is the time of harvest.
Celebrate that your efforts
have come to fruition.
The crops have ripened.
Turn into a baby again.
Roll over your torso.
When did we grow up?
What was the need to do so?
I am in a fright towards who I was in the past. Everyone and everything could affect me. I used to cry silently. I was bullied and laughed at by all the people of my age in the primary and secondary classes without any fault of mine. This experience transformed me into a premature person. Hence, now I can also connect, reciprocate and communicate with the ones who understand the patterns of life.
Some people appear
to be sweet as sugar
but in real
are cold as ice. They trigger
you to say and do bitter
and only blame you later
for your behavior.
I am a woman.
Free from all the roles which
I am generally associated with,
I am basically just a human.
I possess a good amount of sanity.
Maybe, that’s why I preach humanity
and I don’t follow a particular religion,
which has become the cause of people’s division.