When i was pregnant
I wished a son
not because I didn't like daughter
but because, I wanted no girl to suffer

I was a little girl
I didn't know my body parts
He was a grown up man
he knew which part was for what

he, my friends brother
who I too called a brother
he touched me here
he touched me there
he did this to me
and made me do that

even though I was a child
some uneasiness there was
I avoided getting out
I caged myself in my house

many times I tried to express
but dunno why I couldn't make

finally I found out
what he did to me
full of anger I was
tempted I was
for a slap in his face

but since I was a girl
I never said
I never expressed
that I was abused
this sad part of me
either I know
or he does

Better you stay far and see the twinkle
rather than coming closer to know the darkness

I am like a star
I need darkness to brighten

If you come closer
you will notice my sadness
more than my joys

you will find my flaws
you will advice me to be flawless
and leave me forever

If only I was allowed to see the world
the way I actually see it,
I would not be so void
when everything is at its best

The one who is seen by you or the one who lives inside me?
Am I fake outside or inside?
How I seem to be is not who I am inside.
But then I pretend to be whom you desire.
I struggle or may be just pretend to be a perfect daughter, a perfect sister, a perfect wife, a perfect daughter in law, a perfect mother,
overall a woman that is considered to be a perfect woman by the society.
I don't want to wear Kurta Surwal,
I don't want to drape a shawl,
I don't want to wear a pote, neither I want to wear a Tika or chura.
But then I wear them all when I come in front of you.
You say it's a tradition, it's a culture and related to husband's lifespan
I don't believe these nonsense but I never let you know my dislikes rather I choose to pretend..........................

Either he pays,
or he fakes love
for ***

Don’t just comment on others life
First try to walk on their shoes
Find out the hardness
When the shoes doesn’t fit and is lose

You have that fitting shoes
You are positive
Once try with a large size
And find out why I am negative

Don’t you think, I have tried
To make it fit by sewing
Your shoes are comfortable
So no need of altering

Let’s just exchange our shoes for sometime my dear
You experience with mine and I do the same with yours
When you find out the difference

Ask yourself whether the comment you gave was fair

next time you meet a young lady poet
I am sure you will keep yourself away