woman

Everything That Kills “Me” Inside

By Mani Mahesh Garg:As I pass by...He tries to assault me and get hold of my curves, Which has nurtured him as a child And between which He entered this world, As I pass by…I see the lust in his eyes that...
rain

Rain: Of Music, Colours And Life

By Purba Roy: Brishti— that’s what people call me by, but Ma always says, “Your name should have been something else—something that relates to music”. She believes that from childhood itself I’m...
coming home

Coming Home

By Pragya Lal:   Where is home? Home is the land of yellow and black taxis. Home is where the rickshaw wallas go by metre. Home is the memory of cycling downhill in early winter...
swing

I’ll Smile #Poem

By Jyoti Singh: Guilt-stricken, ripped and raped My frame mapped when I was naive insulted, demeaned and un-draped Spare me please, I don’t feel brave. Show me my face, o mirror dear! look at me,...
Body image

Beautiful Bodies: A Poem On Body Image

By Nazreen Fazal: Shopping with girlfriends or at the hairdressers', Flipping through magazines as I get my hair done Page after page of glossy perfection Sensuous curves and caramel skin so...
Moon

A Late Valentine’s Song #Poem

By Nisha Kutty: The crooked cans sing a crooked song, As you pass along these withered willows You can hear them clank - through these roads rather long. She basks in the glory of her idiocy, She...