1 year, 1 month, 10 days, a million minutes, and a trillion seconds
Trying to forget you
And you keep coming back.

I wonder I cry, I hurt
And try a zillion times to forget you
But you keep coming back.

And then I smile
Because am I even surprised?
How could you ever come back
when you never actually left.
You never left my hope.

I am grateful to see your light
in the waves as it reflects.
Reminding me that all of us
The entire Universe
has the same light inside us
and
all we need to do is to embrace it
and embrace each other.

What comes to mind if I say the words
Hot and Bold,
Love and anger
Can you define them all with a single color?
I have had phases of yellow, pink and
Even white
Of lavender, mauve, and also purple
Well, that phase is here still.

But the color that I call mine
Is also my favorite wine.
It makes a woman more classy
And a man mighty sweaty

How spirited to be associated even with a devil
Oh my, isn’t that what would be the color of a rebel?

I wonder I when I took that color
to be all mine and define my personality
because of all its versatility.
Am I it or Is it me?
Because no other color defines me
It is the color of cherry, of vermilion berry
It is the color of roses and sunset scarlets
Yes, it is the color - red
That always keeps my soul bred.

“Oh, she is a feminist

You know what I mean”.

They call me out

On being one.

As if it is a disease like AIDS

You know what I mean 😉

As if I was bitten by a mosquito and got the condition overnight?


Remember at a wedding when you were only nine

And that uncle kept staring and purposely brushed past all the time

Or in the bus, that old man kept touching between your legs

And you were only six.



Remember when you bought a very expensive watch

And in a great excitement

Showed it to your best friend

And she meanly asked,

Who gifted?



When a friend says you know what

You must compromise a bit to be married.

Whereas the same friend tells a male friend

“Oh, he’s just not liking anyone.”



When your parents tell you to act dumb

So, the guy does not feel intimated.

Or they tell you to laugh low

So, he can feel high.



Stop doing it

Stop asking your friend who she is dating

When she already told you, multiple times, that she’s single.

Do you know how it feels?

To be second judged on every opinion

Only because you don’t have one of those things

Between your legs

Or more so

Because you proudly say

That you are a feminist.

So, stop

Just stop calling yourselves feminists
Because it's not just about rapes, equal pays, and glass ceilings
It’s also about these little things.
And may you realize someday
That it's not about man and woman
It is just about being human.