When the skies burst open

When the skies burst open, 

I heaved a sigh of relief.

My heart calmed down

As if rains 

are going to wash away my problems.

And leave my life bright and clean.

I put my hands out in the rain.

And wonder how a year has passed.

Rains are great time tellers.

My mind projects my life

In fast forward

And I smile.

It has stopped raining now.

But the clouds rumble in the distance,

Reminding us that they are still here.

Growling, 

waiting to crash into each other,

To create a lightning sword,

That Zeus would be proud of.

And a thunder that silences us mortals.

As I lie on my bed,

Soothed by the cold breeze wafting in,

Ignoring all my worries,

At this moment,

I am at peace.

The shower at the end of the day

The shower has become my lover

After a bad day,

It invites me in it's arms,

The water caressing my back

Soothing,

I stand there head bowed down.

It does well,

to hide the tears coming from my eyes,

Like rain.

It cools my head,

Takes the weight off my neck,

So I have the strength to look up.

Hoping to see my lover's kind eyes,

That face which reflects my pain in it,

Those arms which make me feel safe again,

That kiss which pours it's love in me.

But I'm greeted by water.

Which isn't foreign either.

Because in Water I was born,

Of Water, I'm alive

Water,

is me.

The bitter truth

Someone please clear the air.

Take away this cloud of mist,

Render my senses bare.

Tell me for once.

Are we different?

Or are we the same?

If bodily we have contrasts,

Weren’t we the same at a time as fetuses?

A mild tweak gave you a penis

And me the lower sex.

Gave your parents joy,

And mine permanent worry lines.

Worry to make me an all-rounder;

a star in school, sports and house.

So that nobody raises a finger.

Worry to keep me safe.

Giving me the freedom to live my life,

“But be back before 10 pm”.

Worry if I become too liberal,

and not attract a suitor.

If I refuse to bog down,

If I rebel.

Is it a difference in strength?

How can it be?

If at home, girls have to sit and stay,

While boys their age get to play.

A Billion dollar beauty industry targets me.

Yet you step outside easily,

Your face devoid of any cream.

It takes a toll,

Being constantly on guard.

Getting goosebumps,and startled easily.

Screaming in sleep,

Every other week.

Coz now I’m trapped

And my scream saves me,

From a hand being forced on me.

All this,

Just because of a Vagina?

As much as I’m a feminist,

And love being an Eve, 

If given a do-over

I’ll take the way out.

I’d rather not be born.

Endless rush

In this rush of life,
Haven't you forgotten who you are?
Do you realise that your baths long just 5 minutes?
Your body doesn't get tenderly cared for,
But rubbed and scalded in the rush

The rush to catch train to work
Getting in a moving bus
Rushing through the day
Opening your dabba to the same old chapati-bhaaji
And rushing back home

I realised today that hugging yourself
Is stress relieving yet also saddening
What have I come to?

My happiness depends upon catching that empty train
And reaching home on time.
But then even home isn't rewarding

Weekends are spent lazing at home
Weekdays are spent looking forward to weekends
What am I searching for?

Without realising I've become my Hamster
Running in the wheel and reaching nowhere