Come let’s hear her out.

I was twelve years old,

Yet strong and bold.

But my weakness divulged again,

After the moment i was being sold.

“Fifty Thousand”, he said,

He agreed and they moved ahead.

I cried inside out a profusion,

All I knew was that I’ll be dead. 

He threw me towards the wall,

“We’ll enjoy today”, I heard him on a call.

With a petrifying smile they all came closer,

A raped girl was born out of a father’s doll.

Each scar was red with a blood stain,

Those fearsome memories lead to an increase in my pain.

But I remembered the words of my deceased mother,

“A girl will mever give up”, and then I got up again.

These words from my diary now wish to shout,

Closing my chapter remain with a doubt.

“Will anyone ever cast an eye on my story?”

Nevermind, you come and just hear me out. 


How Long?

The Eos of dawning fled away,
The Hesperus of twilight vanished in the grey.
This darkness means nothing in the world, but a black stain,
How long will it take for them to return back again.

Thos limpid raindrops have turned tainted in a while,
The soaring splashes seem to decline covering a mile.
Today I stand here on the sea-shore, waiting for the rain,
How long will it take for my paper boat to reach its owner again?

The cheer of pure happiness has ceased somewhere in the air,
Do you remember the grins on our face during the fun fair?
I wish those laughs could be heared just the same.
How long will it take for my childhood to hit me again?

I know these questions will be left unanswered as before.
Still, here I am, sending one more letter to your door.
I miss “Us” and the times we went on just like an insane,
How long will you take Grandpa to reply me from above and call me your “tiger” again.

Femininity = Masculinity

No, I am not here to raise my voice for femininity rather to state that masculinity is no less than feminism. When we talk about girl power it doesn’t mean that all our world revolves around a woman. Predominantly, we don’t consider masculinity as a topic of great discussion. But have you ever questioned why? Do men don’t comprise of the total population?
Femininity isn’t a matter of concern until it comes to the oppressions faced by women. But, is every man a culprit? While talking about feminism, where does the contribution of those men vanish who make you feel safe and affectionate? Yes, it’s a total justice to the voice being raised regarding rape and Eve teasing but its never a justice to sum up the whole masculinity while blaming the only one amongst them.
Imagine if a female does a crime and it results in questioning the whole femininity. Doesn’t sound good, No? Then why does it give you the right to question masculinity? Leaving a person and slandering him with false accusations just by standing behind the bars of *feminism*, ain’t right. You talk about equality. Where does this equality goes when people search for a man earning a slight more than their daughter do? Why do these numerical figure make no difference to your slogan of feminism?
Men don’t raise their voice and slogans for masculinity, not because they can’t rather they know there is still injustice being promoted regarding females.
If they can respect femininity then why can’t we respect masculinity?
When you ask people to stand for justice regarding feminism, then remember, the balance held by The Lady Justice is equal for every Human (irrespective of all prejudices).
So, be a feminist but not an “anti-masculinist”
As a conclusion just remember the wise words said by someone, “Neither every man is a culprit, nor every woman is a victim”


Her saree represented her elegance,
She was the one to walk with confidence.
You tried to grab it all from her,
But it was the ignorance not the allowance.

Her smile represented her attitude,
Just to show her highest altitude.
You tried to kill that to the fullest,
But you were weak against her fortitude.

Her emotions represented her power,
She was as graceful as a dayflower.
You tried to pluck it off from the roots,
But you forgot her strength like a thundershower.

Her walk represented her style,
She was not just extremely fragile.
You tried to rule over her all the time,
But she remained herself than being contractile.

Her eyes represented her sparkle,
She was the one ready to be sprinkle.
You tried to destroy her as much as you could,
But your efforts were nothing only just a freckle❤

“No, we cannot take him in, Sorry.” ,said the receptionist. They all requested, his mother cried, his father begged but no one felt it important to caste an eye upon that case. Doctors came and said, “It’s a serious case, we won’t admit him. Why don’t you prefer anyother hospital, may be they would look forward to it.
As the time was passing by, the condition of the patient was getting worse. His mother was snivelling badly. And as a result 2 hours later his high Blood Pressure resulted into Brain Hemorrhage. When only 1℅ chances were left for him to be alive, the doctors admitted him and started the treatment. But that’s not all, they already told the family beforehand that the lion’s share goes to his death, he won’t return alive.
Now the question arises, Refusal by the doctors for admitting a patient. Isn’t it strange? Why would someone take the bread out of his mouth? Just because it was a critical case, they refused? Secondly, without even examining the patient how can you say that that he’ll die? You studied medical and became a splendid doctor. What for? To leave a person wriggling impatiently? To take a step back from your duties?
After reading this, some of you must have given a thought to these questions and I may sound fake to many of you. But the truth is, it’s a Real Story. 💔

I cried 💔

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Yes, I cried. I cried because of? Someone I love the most? Nope, because of someone I hate the most. ‘Rapists’, but only for a rape? That’ll be not fair I suppose. A question arises in my mind, Why the one who rapes a girl is only known as a rapist? Why not the one who is involved in eve- teasing is known as a rapist? Ohh, they are to be known as ‘eve teasers’ right? But tell me please, when you hear those irksome comments constantly would you not consider it as a rape? So you say it sounds silly..Ohkay.

When you walk on a road, someone with whom you would never pefer a conversation, passes by and comments on you. When you wear those tight fitting clothes and they give you the most disgusting look that it forces you to check yourself once. When you walk alone in a deserted place and a group of shitty men follow you. When they pass the most scary smile.When in a crowd, they touch you in a wrong way. When someone stands beside you and caste an eye all over your body. When you hear shitty people commenting shitty things but all you can do is ‘ignore’. This all isn’t a crime. Right? Actually, we wait for a crime. And then? Candle March? No one will protect a woman from these horrifying issues but everyone would come to stand holding a candle depicting their love, care and sorrow. People wait for petrifying things to happen. They wait for the naked bodies to get exposed. They actually wait for rape. What’s the use of burning those candles if you cannot stand against the crime beforehand?

And the most astonishing thing is, the one who is involved in eve-teasing is the one who acts as a sole-protector for his own sister. What a wise,equal and kind freedom we’ve achieved after so many years! Wow!

Yesterday, the one who threw acid on a girl was today blaming the sellers after the repetition of the same with her sister. Every single boy is looking for a beautiful girlfriend, a loving mother, a caring sister but no daughters because all these different forms of a woman is found on a tree. Right?

Now you’ll say that I am again giving a lecture on Women and will address me as a ‘feminist’, a typical ‘feminist’. But it’s just that, whenever I am preoccupied with a thought that women are now safe, a rape case comes infront. And if you think I am wrong then just answer my question, “Why these news lists are full of rape cases?” The day when someone will answer “No, they are not” and will actually mean it, will be the day of real freedom.


What I wish? A hell lot of things.. Keeping a sole imagination being a girl is hard but yeah I still have one. I want a day..A day when each and every man experiences the predicaments faced by women so that they couldn’t question us ahead. Starting right from the morning, to get up from the bed suddenly just to check if the bedsheet is red. Spend a day hiding those stains from everybody without anyone letting know that their stomach is paining hard enough to cry a profusion of screams. Moving ahead to their work places by getting dressed up in a way so as to hide their cleavage and checking persistently to ensure that their “garments” are not visible at all. To have that much will-power to tolerate those eerie looks given by the typical *men* and to listen all the shitty comments from any random person passing by. To decide what to wear if you are visiting your relatives because you know they’ll judge you anyway. When your favourite short dress, crop top, shorts and skirts are forbade so that you can maintain some courtesy infront of your *judgmental* society and relatives. To gather courage in order to endure the pain of that *touch* given by your *elder loved ones*. A day when you return late night nd look around for a cab but find some bastards staring at you as if you are their dinner for the night. To look here and there for a help and finally gets into a cab *(may be fortunately)*. As soon as you tell him the destination ,he adjusts the prismatic-rear-view mirror to look at your pale face and admire it in his own *amazing* way. And when you finally think that you have reached your home safely, the society judges your character by the time you arrive home.
So what about a day like that? This is just a small phase.. Try to spend “a” day because spending your whole life in the same way is next to impossible.