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 Jan 2017 R Arora
Anshula Nema
Remember? Do you?
The verses of the Mahabharata,
Where Draupati begged to let her go,
Where being a wife of the Pandavas made her no different from the unmarried women.

Remember? Do you?
When inside 1 in 10 houses,
A little girl complains to her mum,  
It hurts me in there Maa.

Remember? Do you?
The night,
When a girl lay all naked and battered on the road,
When a friend of her's was as helpless as the lost kid at the course.

Remember? do you?
The nights when people marched with candles in their hands,
The days when we witnessed protests.
Days after days,
Months after months,
Years after years,
Didn't you,
All of you, tried to build us?

The ones who were too small to understand,
The ones who were capable enough to understand,
And the ones who understood what all this actually meant.
From the cheap comments passed
To the guidelines to dress-up,

You filled our heads,
With the thoughts which were never meant to be there.
From all those sad old lines to the new generation trends,
You made us cautious yet scared.
While there were dreams to be accomplished,
And words that were unsaid,
Your efforts to build us,
Made us question our own existence.

With every tantrum and argument we throw,
We have something for you to know, you know,

Caging us won't do us any good,
While letting us live without the not so needed guidelines will do.
Set us free and cage the ones who needs so,
For the day you would realise,
Is merely a *hypothetical concept
you would know.
 Jan 2017 R Arora
Inkveined
Did I?
 Jan 2017 R Arora
Inkveined
Did I ever tell you about the day that
I went for a walk with my sister
The sunshine fell across my face
The trees were swaying softly
I took in the fresh air
Closed my eyes
Remembered
The happiest moments of my childhood
When I would just run and run freely
Letting the wind muss up my hair
And I didn't care about all the things
That weigh my mind down now
About what other people thought of me
About what I thought of myself?
I'm in a poem writing mood
 Jan 2017 R Arora
Travis Frank
Surely
You don't
Have to go?
Stay for a while.
I'll tell you the truth.
 Jan 2017 R Arora
Phantom Poet
I have travelled a lot,
Since I was a tiny tot,
And I love the airport,
The announcements,
The hustle bustle,
Suitcases being shuffled,
Some on business,
Some on adventure,
Some relaxing,
Everybody flying,
Some sad goodbyes,
And some joyous hi's,
A grand place of memories!
This is why I love ,
The airport
I'm waiting for my flight and thought of writing this
 Dec 2016 R Arora
Phantom Poet
my life is like,
I'm hanging,
from the edge of,
a building,
a really high building,
I reach out with one hand,
hoping someone,
will grab it and pull me up,
but there is no one,
from the glass,
people are looking,
at me,
some ignoring,
some thinking,
I am smiling at them,
so they think I'm alright,
but at one point,
I let go of the building,
and I feel relaxed and scared,
the sound of wind rushing,
Past my ears,
and my clothes flapping,
my stomach is in knots,
and I hit the ground,
with a crack,
a brief pain,
and I'm numb,
my vision is white light,
and my life flashes,
it was a fright,
and slowly my vision goes dark,
and everything is black,
on that date,
I realised people don't care,
until it's too late,
I was done trying to survive,
I let go of a building,
called life!
Your eyes focus on her astounding beauty,
Admiring her magnificent curled hair;
As her head begins to slowly turn.
You stare for a while,
Hoping to have found your soulmate.
Unaware of the dreadful consequences awaiting.

You meet her gaze.

Suddenly you realize that they were right:

Looks can ****.
10/10/16
Art
Brightening dull days,
Putting smiles on sad faces.
Bringing out your
c r e a t i v i t y .
31/10/2016
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