Above and Below

The Bible spoke once Of heaven above, of hell below The Gita sang of how We travel between them, to and fro But these mythical allusions Cannot explain why Good and evil manage to co-exist Without even having to try Every man has committed sin Every man has loved at least once Does it mean…

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Nirbhaya : The fearless victim of gang-rape

On the 16th of December 2012, the entire country was struck dumb when the unconscious and brutally assaulted bodies of a 23 year old physiotherapy intern and her male friend were found by a lonely road in New Delhi. As the story unfolded, the entire nation it seemed, howled in unison. Nirbhaya, (fearless, as she…

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Fat boy, Fat girl

  Dear fat boy, Your trousers don’t fit your ass is too big People poke you for fun and they don’t let you run   But I watch and I know that you’re not a freak show   Dear fat girl Your top is too tight and your figure isn’t right You wear make up…

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The mirror

Mirrors are duplicitous Wherever you find One world in front One world behind While wandering in my castle I encountered one day An old, ornate frame Dusty and grey   Within I saw A doorway unsealed The most beautiful man Trapped (???) in its reel   This other man I knew Was my reflection The…

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Not all memories are good : A fragile family snapshot

All of us want to believe that with time, every painful memory fades away or can be reminisced about with ease one day. Yet all of us know that in some cases, the memory is so firmly cemented in a foundation of pain that a different perspective can alter nothing. It’s like viewing a snapshot…

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The Protection of Child’s rights : On School Grounds

The National Commission for the Protection of Child’s Rights (India) has recently released guidelines for the abolition of verbal assault and physical assault in classrooms, and all I’ve got to say abut it is ‘too little too late‘ because I’ve already passed out of school. The number of cases of violence in both private and…

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A gift to my mother

{ This really is what I wrote for my mother on her birthday. I wrote it about 35 minutes before she came back home from shopping} You were created from a light A light of generous  gifts You were born to be and fight And to stoically anchor shifts You did not want to come Because…

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The story of Jack (in the box)

Do you see that red, square box? that innocent piece of wood? it’s been my home and my prison I wouldn’t stay there if I could     I’ve been squatting in that thing under a painfully heavy lid If you opened it and slammed it shut It might be the meanest thing you did…

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