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Adulting… sort of

When did I grow up? From toffees to dark chocolate, “ahem, 85% cocoa only” From bruises on my body to whispers that settled deep in my heart, slowly. From wine, beer, anything alcoholic, to “just coffee please… an Americano, nothing symbolic.” From fighting curfews, dancing till 3 a.m., to whispering, “I need my bed by 10, not them.” From venting out of exhaustion, to offering an ear despite my own erosion. From spending money as if it grew in the yard, to (trying to) save, knowing sweat makes it hard. From pocket money thrills to doing my own taxes. From gossip that spilled and refused to cease, to silences that pour and bring quiet peace. From insecure battles I once tried to win, to the quiet contentment that rests within. From fear of judgment that made me hide, to an open heart worn on the outside. From shrinking to fit in, losing my stand, to embracing who I am, just as I am, unplanned. From restricting and judging myself all along, to gently indulging, letting my heart sing its ...
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Ashes of equality

women empowerment, they say women at the wheel, equals in every way but are we really? then why does fire still consume her body for money? why is her birth celebrated with hollow smiles, while a boy’s birth carries pride for these pseudo-feminists? why must she build a house that never feels hers, where she is an outsider, until her soul splinters? why must marriage feel like a sudden job, where she is expected to grow up overnight, without ever being asked who she is inside? why is her body still bruised by men who claim violence as their birthright? why is she, who runs the home with her hands, treated as untouchable for the simple rhythm of her blood, as though nature itself made her guilty? and after all this, men stand tall and proclaim sacrifice. well, well— if education in this land means only ink on pages, what good is it, when empathy, respect and dignity remain foreign to its heart? and then you hear a woman burnt alive by a man. and you wonder: demon and saint, both live wi...
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She found her way

Drama’s a part of life, it’s true, But you choose the stage and the view. Human greed sets many a hook We keep making plans, but we are just a chapter in god’s book  Well, as anyone else, she too had greed For love, for home, success and speed Love didn’t work out, neither did speed, But this bird found she was born to be freed Told to stay grounded, to silence her flight, Dreams bent and twisted to fit what was right But wounds turned to wisdom, the chains lost their sting, And she soared at last, on newfound wings. She found her home, it was her soul, A fire within, steady and whole Her success was vast, beyond control, Too great to fit inside a bowl She found her peace in a life brand new, Closer to God, to herself, and what’s true. The road is still rugged, with trials to face, Fears and battles she dares to embrace. Yet with whispers of faith soft in her ear, She takes small steps, casting out fear. Through storms and shadows, she carries the weight, Yet moves ahead, defying h...
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Fairy Tales Lied

At the age of 5, I stood in front of the mirror Raiding my mother’s vanity, much to her horror Lipstick, blush and even vermillion  Rushing to grow up and become a woman At the age of 15, I stood in front of the mirror Wearing a bra, a sanitary pad, a messed up warrior Harbouring feelings for a guy, wishing we’d entwine Navigating these feelings, “when will i grow up and marry the man of my dreams?” I’d often whine At 25, I stood in front of the mirror  heart torn to pieces, and full of terror The man of my dreams stayed only 5 years  He disappeared like a shadow at dawn I looked at myself, and felt so withdrawn Don’t worry girl, marriages are made in heaven He wasn’t good for me, i am in safe haven  At 35, I stood in front of the mirror A marriage, a divorce, an eternity later  But he said we were made for each other He said “this us” is our forever  I left my life, my family, little did i know The new house will never become my home  What is marriage...
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