Nikle to hum bhi the ghar se yahi soch kar ki shayad is bar manzil tak pahuch jayenge,
kyunki daudna to unhone hume bachpan mein hi sikha diya tha yeh kehkar,
ki agar nahin bhagoge to woh tumhe peeche chod jayenge.

Daudne ki kuch aisi adat se ** gayi hai ki pair ab rukne ka nam hi nahin lete,
lekin hume kya pata tha ki itna age nikal ane se, apne hi paraye,
aur woh sabhi raste anjane se ** jayenge.

Sabse door rehte hue bhi, in anjanon ki bheed mein woh ek chehra apna sa lagta tha,
lekin woh bhi hamesha kisi aur chehre ki talash mein rehta tha.

Sahi raste ko dhoondhne nikle to the, magar yeh nahin pata tha ki itni jaldi thak jayenge.
Kabhi kabhi to lagta hai ki ab ruk jana chahiye, thoda aram kar lena chahiye,
lekin woh bhi namumkin lagta hai kyunki, ab to sapne bhi ajeeb se ate hain.

Chalte chalte, wade to kafi kiye the is safar mein, kuch unse, kuch apne ap se,
lekin yeh andaza bhi nahin tha ki un sabhi umeedon par pani ferte hue chale jayenge.

Yeh mehsoos bhi nahin hua ki apne hi apnon ke pankh kat chuke the,
talash thi to bas us kandhe ki jo is ladkhadate hue ko sahara de sake.

Fir bhi, dheere dheere is katon ki chadar par age badna hai, dil yahi kehta rehta hai,
kyunki jhoothi hansi ki kuch aisi adat si ** gayi hai, ki ab chahte hue bhi dard ka ehsas nahin hota hai.

I woke up from a nightmare. I couldn't sleep any longer. I wore my cloak and sat in candle light with my type writer. My mind was not present where my body was. I was wandering in the wonderland through my words. Thak thak thak. One by one, the memories started to form a shape. The mansion in the middle of lavender field. Your clothes laying on the floor. The family picture on the side table. I wanted you so much that I actually believed it was all real. But as the sun came up, my words betrayed me again.

Ehsaas kay dareechay main
Baynaam sa aik shahar basta hai
Har roz wahan log uth-tay hain
Qaroobar kay hangaamon main
Koe mun dho kar nikalta hai
Koe bay- awaz surr pay sarr dhunta hai
har roz wahan aik kahani hai
Jo tmhain mjhay sunani hai
Har saa-at wahan aik tamasha hai
Jo rukta aur shaur machata hai
Raat ki taareeki main
Jab sab thak kar laut aatay hain
Apnay **** ki thakawat ko
Wo  khawaboon kay ka-andhay utartay hain
Aur yunhi so jatay hain.....
Ehsaas kay dareechay main
Jo aik bay- naam sa shahar basta hai
Uss basti ki sab hastion main
Chupa bacha din bhar hansta hai
Aur shab dhalay, sarhanay  mun day kar rota rahta hai.....

Kyun sham thaharti nahi tab tak,
K tu aa na jaye kareeb jab tak,
Kyu raat dhalti nahi tab tak,
K tu meri ** na jaye jab tak,
Ab to bina wajah hi kai baar dil dhadakta hai,
Lekin kyun saanse meri rukti nahi tab tak,
K tujhe khud me mahsoos na kar loo jab tak.....
k banjar hua ja raha  hu mai bina tere,
ku akhiri ehsaas tootne se ruk jata nahi tab tak,
k akhiri armaan poora mera hi na jaye jab tak,
kyu jindagi me tofaan koi aata rahta hai,
kyu baki nahi rah jaati jan mujh me tab tak,
k tu har pal mujhme na simat jaye jab tak......
bojhil mera dil ku thak jata hai,
rota hai,
ghabrata hai,
aansoo bahata hai,
kyu jindagi thokar mujhe marti nahi tab tak,
k koi mera mujhko samet le aoni bahon me jab tak,
bekhabar bejubaan dil mera ku dard bayan karta nahi  tab tak,
k koi aayat khuda ki tujhse roobaru hoti nahi jab tak.......
kyu gair koi mujhe dard de jata hai,
kyun mere liye khuda sab bhool jata hai,
kyu har kisi k rooth jane par tu pyar mujhe karta nahi tab tak,
k aankhen band ** jaye meri par ehsaaas tera mujhme rah jaye jab tak,
k saanse agar na bhi chale,
par jikr tera chala rah jaye jab tak........

click
    click
clack
On a white marble floor
If you're a woman,
you already have
one foot out the door
of a room filled with
all the conversation
and opportunities
that a man can afford.

This is a scene we've all seen before.
Paid way less
when you're told
that you worked way more.
I'm sure a client will adore my face
in a meeting,
but what do i do with the horror
when he hears me speaking?

I'm reeking of the sour aftertaste of everyday misogyny.  
My worth measured
by the distance between
my skirt and the floor.
And when I protest,
politely, of course
Being told that I can do better,
I can be more than a bore.

My skin revolts
From the last time a colleague
brushed his hand accidentally
against my everything.
My strength and independence rot
in catacombs made from begrudging wombs,
waiting for their lives to begin
before building a tomb for another.

My ears hear no corporate conflict.
My eyes read no unjust verdict.
My knees wobble of no panic.
My voice even now is not frantic.
I try to use my woman card as a shield,
But they already know I'll yield
Because sadly
Feminism, safety, and my daily routine
don't get along very well with each other.


If I could stretch myself to my full capacity;
Correction.
If you'd let me stretch myself to full capacity,
I'd be taller than these nine yards,
Stronger than this silken thread ,
Darker than this black,
Louder than this naked mic.

My worth is equal to the number of folds in this sari.
Uncertain.
      Defined.  
           Redefined.
                Ever changing.
As I shift move walk stumble run shuffle sprint
Dive
Into the storm.

Riot chhod,
I'm a civil war of colour.
Black sari
Black eyes
Black bindi
Golden jhumkas
Red lips
Multicoloured sword at my hip
Swinging at the shackles they placed on me.

Din ke dus dangey lad jaati hu mai,
Saal ki solah siyaahein bharke ruk jaati hu main,
Kabhi kahin khade rehne ki jagah mil jaye,
Toh iss duniya ki acchhaai se thak jaati hu main.

Dear-Keydoard,

****-you.I-woke-up-this-morig
i-such-a-good-mood.­Although-there
was-a-slight-threat-of-rai,the-soud-of
thuder-wrap­ped-me-i-a-tight-hug.

There-was-o-aggig-feelig-of-detrayal
happe­ig-deeath-my-figertips.
My-creativty-was-flowig-freely.
The-words­-movig-from-drai-to-figertips,
words-separated,floodig-oto-the-ke­ys.
The-duzzig-of-my-drai-mixed-with-the
ull-of-oise-expected-of-­early-morig.

Dut-the,like-outer-space,I-missed-the
gravity-of-th­e-situatio.We-are-ot-a
friedship.We-are-darely-colleagues.
I-push­-you,you-do-what-I-say,
dut-sometimes,right-whe-I-eed-you,
you-do­’t.

So-I-thak-you,dear-keydoard,
for-deig-so-reliadle,
for-all-t­he-wrog-reasos.

Two-weeks-of-vacatio-is-all-I-could-hope,
Juliaa­-Theis

oh ****, i know, it happened in your bedroom... and thak **** it didn't happen anywhere apart from that! except in advert, and at a Trump rally.*

i can't be really Polish,
and i certainly can't be English,
so what's left? partly Scottish?
åka ɲørdé - aaka(h) niu-rd(eh) -
to go forth, with Shelley,
and seek my goat-herder
there among the icecaps
in frozen Victorian land,
among grey and among
Orca slaughter - to feast,
while those who seek more than
grape seek dactyl - under the palm -
may in eternity our paths
never cross as they did by mortality
and the shaken hands... ever, never!
like a nursery rhyme, should
Fredrick fall asleep during a
lightning / thunder-storm and
be branded a thief to your own supposed Eden
prophecy and account balance
unshaken - while the Pharaoh the first-born
drowns with Herod plagiarising the fabled
lure of David's lyre and sang psalms;
keep away from here, unless
in your heaven the Dachau of lost unheard
un-worded breaths;
take your god no further than Byzantium or
Venice will attack.

Bada mushkil tha woh Lamha tere dar se nikal ne ka...
Ke ruqsat ** rahi thi main magar ek juz wahin par tha...

Thi aankhein aansuon se pur qadam aage hi na badhta...
Nazar mein kuch nahi tha Dil mera shiddat ke ranjh mein tha...

Kuch aisi kaifiyat mein chal padi Chalna muqaddar tha...
Kabhi lautungi main dar pe mere Zehn mein mere yehi chalta...

Yun hi chalti rahi, main *** kahan par Yeh na kuch socha...
Jo peeche dekha maine ghar bohot hi door tha choota...

Ke ab to raasta bhi ghar ka mere mujh ko naa dikhta...
Ke kaise jaungi main ghar ko mere mujh ko na tha pata...

Mere atraaf mein bas tha bayabaan aur veeraana...
Zamane bhar ki thokar ka Yeh pehla sa tajurbah tha...

Safar se thak chuki thi main aur mayoosi ka aalam tha
Par Tu ne chod na mujh ko diya Bebas besahara.....

Achanak dasht o sehra mein woh aaya ek masiha tha...
Badi hi door se dikhta mujhe us shaks ka saaya...

Usi ne rehnumaai ki sahi simt us ne dikhlaya...
Khushi se jhoom uthi main jo pata ghar jaane ka paaya...

Mujhe jaana kahan aur kis tarah Yeh ramz tha pehchaana...
Ke saathi ban rahe the "Ain" tere Na Tanha aalam tha...

Safar ab khushnuma tha har taraf manzar suhana tha..
Ke ab bhi chal rahi *** par safar ab na tha anjaana..

Wo bhi kya din the,
Jab dost bhut the,
mann laga rehta tha,
din bana rehta tha,
hum bade hote gaye,
dost kam hote gaye,
kuch khaas bach gaye,
kuch khaas bhi badal gaye,
hum soch soch ke thak gaye,
ki kya galti kar gaye,
par jab ye sab samajh gaye,
tab tak **** guzar gaye,
fir ek naya mod aaya,
aur hum chalte chale gaye.
kuch khaas ko yaad kar,
kuch khaas ko bhul kar,
hum bhi aage bhadte chale gaye.

And I know that the whole poetic vernacular doesn't really resonate with you, but it doesn't matter much to me because I know that you think my mind is beautiful and I know that you love the words in my head and that's enough for me.
So thank you for thinking I"m beautiful. Thank you for complimenting my Sunday dress and for noticing when I part my hair differently. Thank you for complimenting me whether My makeup is done or not and no matter how long I've gone without washing my hair. Thank you for seeing me. Thank you for holding on tight and for making me feel safe. Thanks for not being afraid to be yourself, and for making sure I know I can do the same. Thak you for being who you are, right now, and thank you for helping me be who I'm becoming, in this moment. Simply stated, I want to become that someone with you at my side.
More simply summarized, I am falling in love with you.

Ek baat bolu Jana,
Thak chuki ko samjhake ke,
Tumhe ki Mei hamesha tumhare sath hu,
Aur khud ko ki,
Tum ab mere sath nahi ,mere pass nahi😐😓

Here, I am.
And now i feel,
I was invisible;
still can't be seen.
I was there,
when everyone walked
passed by me.

i was hurt, i felt alone.
there was no one by my side
no one who could listen to me
no one who could hear me

then you showed up
you lightened my path
you made me strong
you accepted me the way i am

may be i won't be able to say this again
may be i won't be here to say this to you

Thank you for your every word
Thak you for understanding me.