"tripathi" poems
Yes, I'm a girl and I'm not trying to justify my body language nor am I positioning the rights of a feminist on the top, but
Yes, I was questioned always, even when I was right.
Subservience was legitimized as my trait ever since I felt this world.
Every time when I was buckled under by his lecherous eyes, I was asked to adjust my dupatta well.
Every action of mine substantiated the height to which I'll hold the name of my family.
I was asked to cross legs while sitting, speak amicably, yet not solitously.
Every time I'd to hide my period stain like a ****** blot.
I was asked to gallop my cramps because letting it out is a bitter sin.
Yes, I get my body scanned by their lewd gaze day in and out even when I put my baggiest of clothes on.
Yes, I'm a girl, and I have beautiful synonyms, call me maal, patola, bomb, ***** *** or a girl? May be, let yourself decide.
Yes, I'm questioned on the extension of the Roti's that I make and the smiles that I couldn't fake.
Yes, I'm a girl and I'll stand, and question your authority if it calls for, call me stubborn. Okay!
Remember, I'm a girl, and if you accuse me of being a feminist if I know, and can raise my tone up and against your authority, humanism needs to be checked then.
-APARAJITA TRIPATHI
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
While they noticed the stretch of kohl in her eyes,
I could see a pacific of emotions trapped.
While they admired her blushing cheeks,
I could read the paleness she painted red.
While they were going gaga over her smirk,
I could fathom the depth of pain that debarred a hearty gale.
While they were lured by the cascade of her hair when she unscrewed the bun,
I could feel the onus of the tantrums she wanted to turf out.
While they were hypnotized by her mesmeric curves,
I was stunned by the withstanding efficacy of such a fragile body.
While they adored her attire and scarves,
I could trace the bruises she carried with poise.
While they were hung up by the glory of her face,
I could do no help but ride out at the scars she concealed with sprightliness which was the most beautiful thing my eyes could ever have a view of and it left me dazed...
And my mouth wide opened.
-Aparajita Tripathi
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
From being our guide as A father,
To being our support as A brother.
From being our best advisor as A friend,
To being our strength as A partner.
Men play an important role,
In every women's life.
We are incomplete without them,
They give us strength in every phase of life.
You guys makes us complete,
Your existence is a blessing to us.
Having a men in life who stands by your side,
Is just a precious gift to every women.
I don't agree with the saying that
"All Men's are same".
Because I believe.
"All men's are different in their own way".
Happy International Men's Day
©Sanjana Tripathi
@wordz_dreamer
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Yes, I do converse with all the crawling wishes that keep slamming me for never letting them stand and chase the dreams.
Yes, I do converse with all the broken dreams that linger on their shape they thought my deeds would provide.
Yes, I do converse with all the uncovered routes my feet still long to kiss.
Yes, I do converse with all the tough decisions I escaped that considered me gritty enough to not give in.
Yes, I do converse with all the choices I avoided where my soul found solace in.
Yes, I do converse with all the smiles I faked that had the elements of happiness a morsel or two.
Yes, I do converse with all the let go's that I could have stopped, grabbed, hugged and preserved, but I did not.
Yes, I do converse, and it keeps me going and it keeps me growing.
-Aparajita Tripathi
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
Some efforts are left unnoticed,
Some words are left unsaid.
Some feelings are left unheard,
Some emotions are left unfelt.
Let them be,
Unnoticed, unsaid, unheard & unfelt.
Because if it is noticed, said, heard & felt,
There will be no reason to live.
Let my untold story be untold,
I don’t want to express it.
I just want to feel the little moments,
And keep it in my heart for eternity.
-Sanjana Tripathi
@wordz_dreamer
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC
She travelled,
Trudged the grasses that once were the reminder of the area she's confined in.
Walked through the bleak chambers of her heart that kept her vision captive.
Moved ahead, lancing the haziness caused by the droplets that once traced the extension of her cheeks every now and then.
Legged it, gasped the smoke of her half burnt desires that once was the sigh after her every failed story.
Broke loose from the moonlit vestiges that implored her to get along with the norms she's leaving behind.
And now, when she knows what it takes to reconcile the edge of her lips with her dimpled cheeks, you want her retreat?
Sorry, but she's miles ahead.
Firm and unbreakable.
-Aparajita Tripathi
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
"Days without you are torturing, nights without you are grievous.
I look for the comfort that I used to find in your lap. Where will I get you mumma? Where?", a scream lashed in despair echoed.
"I'll be the gallop to **** the dormant twilight,
I'll be the golden rays to snog your sleepy eyes,
I'll be the stretch of vitality,
I'll be the aroma of your morning coffee,
I'll be the shower of sprightliness to drench you with new zeal,
I'll be the savour of your breakfast and joy of a full square meal,
I'll be your steps towards glory,
I'll be the sigh after your every failed story,
I'll be the hop of excitement,
Acquainting a flunk, I'll be the screech of your lament,
I'll be the bliss you find seeing the sun going down,
I'll be in the sloth dispelling plangent words of azan,
I'll be the spectator of your big bright smile,
I'll be the witness to the every tear you wipe,
Never in your life you're alone,
Be it your hearty gale or saddening mourn,
Walking by you like your shadow,
Even beyond the eternity I'll follow", whispered her mother. :')
-Aparajita Tripathi
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
Hold Me!
The day you met,
Is the day I'll never forget.
Those sparkling deep eyes,
Has a pain that it hides.
The smile that catches the attention,
Has the story that you never mention.
The heart that beats rapidly,
Has hidden some secrets safely.
The vibe that you gave me,
Pauses the world around me.
Hold me so close coz I want to know,
All the hidden pain, the secret, the story now.
I want to heal your pain,
I want to change your story.
Will you let me rewrite your story?
If yes, then please hold me.
-Sanjana Tripathi
@wordz_dreamer
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
The slideshows keep on flashing in my eyes..
This sinless, innocent girl has grown to be wise..
From riding on a swing in the lap of my mother..
and sobbing secretly after fight with the brother..
The father's little Serin has built up her wings..
Set up to face the autumns and the springs..
The big and magnificent aura in which I elevate every year..
I welcome my day with both fear and cheer..
The set of balloons, banners and streamers arranged..
The chocolate cake on the table and the gifts exchanged..
The memories alive have kept me alive..
The happiness which I gather; I instantly archive..
On this day, I pray to god at the rate of my blinks..
Though, he answers me sometimes with his misty blinks..
But, the canvas is vast and the palette is laden..
Each day, I rise and mature to be maiden..
Yes, I am the sailor.. The sea is mine..
I am the sun and my job is to shine..
- Stuti Tripathi
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!
Today I saw, oh, quite the sight,
A man on a pole, dressed in black-tight.
Crowds gathered, police gave a shout,
“What’s your name? What’s this about?”
He stood tall, his voice so deep,
“I am Batman,” made the crowd leap.
A silence fell, then laughter grew,
Till another yelled, “I’m Batman too!”
Each man then puffed their chest in pride,
“I’m the hero,” they all replied.
From pole to street, the claim was grand,
Each one a savior of this land.
Yet as the scene turned to delight,
We all forgot the true dark knight.
For Batman isn’t just a name—
It’s every man’s secret, heroic claim.
By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 6:04 AM UTC
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!
I will burn every holy book I found.
A page where the rights are not same,
Once I looked at the woman,
She is not just pretty.
Woman...
She have breaking heart,
She have air soul,
She have a beautiful mind
She have respect too.
Woman want peace,
A face or a paper moon.
She is all alone from the beginning,
She is lonely, all by own.
Why there is violence all there,
When past have only scares.
When the history says about night.
A woman said, give me right.
There should be a heart,
Full of lights.
Tell me a name of that woman,
I will give her my heart
She have place,
She have my piece of this world.
One day, world will change, a woman once will say,
Before was was was, was was is
Why you are living in this world, without the eyes.
By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 6:10 PM UTC
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!
I am a god and this world I made,
Where light once danced and dreams once played.
There's a house where a little boy stayed.
A little boy called out my name,
Wishing for more than just normal worldly game.
I held his hand while he lay asleep,
I called to him from slumber deep.
I saw his face, so pale and still,
When he opens his eyes and saw me,
And asked, "Are you the god who will?"
I simply nodded, lost in graze.
"Can you help?" , He softly said.
A voice so faint, so filled with dread.
But I, the poorest of all-
I can't bestow what mortal call.
A piece of soul, or gift of gold,
My power faint, my hand grown cold.
He hoped in me-I let him down,
A god in shame, without a crown.
Tears ran wild, I gripped his hand,
He asked again to understand:
"Can you help me, make me sound?
A picture of me music around."
But I stood silent, weak, and torn.
The second passed; his eyes grew still.
I stood in silence, felt the chill,
I turned away, my heart like lead.
I could not steal him back from dead.
No breath to give, no life to lend,
Not even comfort at the end.
A fading god with empty hand.
Too weak to help, to understand.
I am the poorest god who holds no power,
To give his own soul in that final hour.
I am that God who failed the boy's last plea,
To change the script and set him free.
By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
Open Sky
The distance between us,
Is been filled by the open sky.
When I look up in the sky,
I feel you are staring the same sky.
I make a wish to be with you,
When I see the shooting star.
I know you too wish to be with me,
When you see the falling star.
Among all the differences,
The only thing that connect us,
Is the open sky
And the twinkling stars.
I wish to be by your side,
Holding your arms,
Gazing the stars.
& Waiting for the star to fall.
-Sanjana Tripathi
@wordz_dreamer
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC
Silence
There is a silence,
Hidden in the loudest chaos.
There is a pain,
Hidden in the brightest smile.
There is a feeling,
Hidden in the backspaced words.
There is a thunder,
Hidden in the calmness.
Not every silence,
Need chaos to understand.
Not every pain,
Need tears to heal.
Not every feeling,
Need words to express,
Not every thunder,
Needs calmness to burst.
Sometimes things are,
Just meant to be understood.
Not to be justified or explained,
Just meant to be felt.
©Sanjana Tripathi
@wordz_dreamer
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC
When she call
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!
She said she likes my simplicity.
She said she calls me everything.
When I told her, “Go home—just stay on the call,”
She turned back—on your call, back home.
I said, “Don’t come, it’s far away.”
She said, “I care.”
She said, “I know you well.”
I am the brother—
And I love it when she calls.
By Vedanta Anagha/Mayank Tripathi
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 2:09 PM UTC
Dear silence,
Thanks,
For always accompanying me even when I'm lying half slept, or half dead on my bed.
For being a blabbermouth always,
You've a lot to say, and
I'm your addicted listener.
For getting deep into the bleakness of my heart,
And making room for yourself,
Amidst all the crowded voices and thoughts on my head.
And then making your way to my eyes, and get drowned in their haziness.
Helping me gulp down the screech and hide my face against the pillow
With millions of emotional turmoils and crisis,
In the minute sniffles of
Choices made and opportunities lost.
For being around me at my continuous gaze at the flickering light and sickly falling scurfs from my ceiling,
Due the damping weather outside and the one inside my heart.
And at the knock at my door, or heart;
Coming down to my lips, and curling them in the most pretentious ways in between the overstays of the conversation,
With the one before me
And the one inside me.
You've been a beautiful companion throughout,
And your unwillingness for me to requite you the same
Makes you the lover most sacrificing.
Your selfish lover,
Aparajita Tripathi.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!
A piece of mine, that looks so fine,
Yet I never mattered in the fragile line.
Let them paint me cruel, unworthified-
A villain crafted by their own design.
They tell the tail in the black and white,
While casting shadows in the light.
But I just want to say goodbye-
No exit applause, no final bow, no crowd-defined.
I murdered myself to end this night,
Just to see you happy, see you smile
-even the cloud cloud feel it right.
I'm not wrong, I was cast as the villain,
Because it's easier to call you divine.
The truth unfolds, still lost in time,
And maybe it's simpler-
To be the villain than explain what's behind.
By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 11:03 AM UTC
A knock on pericardium’s wall
That were once slammed closed
He appeared
Holding a bouquet
Made of paper roses.
-Dr Priya Tripathi
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC