Feminity ? 

I don’t have to prove my feminity to everyone, especially to the people who treated me like shit.

I am just a gender devoided person inside a woman’s body. I like wearing makeup sometimes, sometimes Kohl rimmed eyes look so ravishing to me. I am not a part of the judgment and banning brigade.

I never asked a guy to prove his masculinity and I won’t, ever. It’s not his job to safeguard me or treat me like a feline creature. For me, all the men I had had once loved, were also like spirits inside a Male’s body. I’d rather be a humanist than being a feminist.

I am just trying to save my inner self for me. I don’t want them to drag the veil of my soul on thorny bushes.

I am wild, I am a non-conformist and a narcissist. I can’t conceal my innermost self anymore for their comfort.


Walking away to walk anew

I am tearing apart,

I won’t lie,

you pushed me from 

the brink of a mighty mountain.

My bruises are turning into

sour wounds.

My soul is wrecked,

and mind still wants you back.

But, Heart detests you,

the heart that once loved you.

Of all my achings and sorrows,

I am burying your memories.

Let the justice restore itself.

Let God save me from my demoms

and for you! my prayers are not 

prayers anymore.

They are curses now.

I want to be selfish for some time,

till I learn to value my wretched self. 

My verses are weak and discordant.

Till then you laugh, 

because you’ll shriek in agony

one day soon. 

I am easing out my shoulders

from the baggage, that’s

not mine to carry. 

A Moment’s Agony

We all are in agony and this won’t last long.

Everything in me is taking a rest
to get over with the test.
My feet, stumble and trip
my knees, get bruised
when I walk down the aisle
every single day.
My fingers hurt, my throat soars
my knuckles break, my soul shakes.
My head aches, my heart breaks.
My teeth clatter, my lips chapped.
The agony is too much for the
I can’t put this in a sonnet.
I need rest to pass the test.
To prove my weakness, in order to
score strength.
I need to shed tears to hear me laugh
I need to spill my blood to make them admire me again.
I need to stand since I can’t live in the pitfall cause I am aiming for the spotlight.
Everything in me is taking a rest
so when time comes, I shall be
able to give my best.

Open letter from an Introvert

Introvert Palace ABC Street   Extroverted Kingdom XYZ Mansion Year 2027 It is a blessing to have a nonconventional friend like you in the other world( The Extroverted Kingdom). I got your letter, in which you asked me to introduce you to my world (The Introvert Palace) since you couldn’t find it on the map. […]

Introvert Palace

ABC Street


Extroverted Kingdom

XYZ Mansion

Year 2027

It is a blessing to have a nonconventional friend like you in the other world( The Extroverted Kingdom). I got your letter, in which you asked me to introduce you to my world (The Introvert Palace) since you couldn’t find it on the map. And here I am, all set to take you in my world, which may not seem ideal to you but all I have is my world.

My world is based on the territory of imagination and creativity and is adjacent to your world. Here, every person spends his life in isolation. They have been blessed with the best of spirits and sound imagination. They like to read books and discuss their reflections upon it with the fellow book nerds.( if they get some luck to befriend some book lovers). They put their thoughts and sentiments on a paper other than being verbal about it. They adore the silent and serene sky’s shawl set upon their heads and they like to feel the dewy grass under their feet. Their ears abhor when the shrill sounds coming from the extroverted kingdom, shatter the walls of silence surrounding them. When they speak, they prefer to use short and meaningful phrases. Those short words are pregnant with pleasantness and don’t vex the listener. Everyday sets new challenges for them, as every day they have to cross the border of your world, the extroverted kingdom for making their living and proving themselves to the prowling eyes of the citizens of your kingdom. As soon as the sun sets and night starts to unfold its darkness, they find rays of peace gushing in their blood and retire to their own happy world, the introverted palace. They listen to music and free their feet to move in accordance with every beat that swoons their senses away. They amble in the silent streets and embrace the nature with all the bounties and bliss that it offers them. They love their fellow beings and avoid spreading negativity in their surroundings. They have fragile hearts and avoid people because they can’t endure the humiliation of their sacred feelings and they find it difficult to withhold the jests.  When their acquaintances come to visit them from the other world, they feel a bit uncomfortable at the demolition of their world in the hands of the latter. They don’t expose their happiness and achievements on the “social media”. They don’t open up in front of people because they want to deal their problems on their own. They create marvelous pieces of literature and they invent myriads of new things. They get bewildered, when the extroverts, call them “Bipolar” and “Psychological” patients because they don’t take their feelings as a malaise. Their best friend is Nature and they like to wander in nature and preserve its colors and bounties. They supplicate in front of God and harmonize themselves along with the harmony feel by everything in this universe.

In your letter, you also asked that if I had ever been in your World. Well, yes and I’d like to account some details for you. I did come to your world once, but the very disposition of your people made me retire to my own World. I saw people but I felt skeletons, moving here and there. I saw them smiling but they were concealing the painful events behind their smile. I saw people conversing, not about their own feelings but the insecurities felt by them, when they made other people their subject. I detected two forked tongues and torn hearts. Amidst the blazing lights, I found a void and certain kind of materialness. People were running away from isolation but they were already isolated in the sea of other fellow beings that didn’t even care about them. They vowed and broke the trust of their so-called loved ones. I thought how they could be so miserable in such a large company of people. I didn’t like your World, not even a speck of it.

But the people in your world are up to no good; they inflict wounds on us every passing day and crush our spirits under their false judgments and pretentiousness. We don’t bother them; we just want our own peace and a little recognition of us, being humans like them.  We know how to find solace in Nature and in our imagination; we don’t need the bricked walls of some hollow place to make friends because we believe in sharing the sorrows of our friends.We don’t need your “screens and screams”   because our books and our art are enough to keep us occupied and satisfied.

In the concluding lines of your letter, you seemed curious that how the foundations of my world had been laid. Well, truth be told, my people hadn’t had intended to create this World but the people from your World, forced us to do so. My people were less eloquent and social but they wanted to be understood and recognized. They had the same features and flesh as your ancestors. They didn’t open their eyes as a baby with a tag of “Introvert” on their foreheads. Your ancestors pushed them in their own world with their neglected behavior. Here, in my world, we don’t make “Introverts”; we embrace those people, whom your World discards because they don’t prove themselves as “Extroverts”. They are introverts too in their own souls.

I end my letter with the hope of a paradigm shift. I hope that your people will understand us in near future and we will raze the walls of our own Worlds, to make a better World for our coming generations.

Your Friend



It’s okay to be scared

There was a time when every one of us was afraid of demons and other supernatural things. When life unwrapped itself, we came to know that the real demons are much more ferocious than the prior.

Life is like an unsteady path, beautified with the pitfall of broken trust and other miseries. Trusting someone is like giving them the most fragile pieces of yours, in the hope that they will be taken good care of. When someone hurts you, your most fragile pieces get shattered. You feel like giving up on yourself, you fall deeper in the depths of despair. Your meaning of life totally rat you out. You dread going to the fancy pyramids you once built but all is not lost, my friend.

You get scared of being hurt again but hey listen it’s okay to be scared. If you value your self-esteem, your feelings and the purity of your thoughts then it’s your right to be scared. It’s a common saying that only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches. Once you’ve realized your worth and strength, that’s the high time to scare the world with your strength and power of will. If someone breaks your trust, don’t seek vengeance rather be someone’s confidant and help them in picking their selves up. You’re a gem, don’t let others steal your gleam and worth. Love yourself and never settle for less than the best. the whole world awaits you. Be someone’s reason to smile and build their trust on trusting their own guts. Spread happiness and positivity in response to hatred and negativity. For you’ve got all the right spirits to do that.