When She Talks

There’s not much to be said about the way she looks

But when she talks

My God! when she talks

a thousand different worlds come alive in an instant

and then

the fluttering of her eyes

is a heady cocktail

that cute, button nose

scrunching, as she ponders

seems carefully crafted by God’s own hand

and that smile

could banish darkness

even from Erebus, the darkest corner of hell

that soft yet firm voice

which speaks with a melodic lilt

could breathe life into statues of stone

for when she talks

she lives

flittering from topic to topic

opinionated, indecisive, thoughtful or forlorn

It does not matter why she speaks

it matters only that she does.


Hey fellows! This piece is inspired by a quote I came across recently – “She talked like a woman who knew more books than people.” I instantly fell in love, of course!

By the way, did anyone notice how both the poems I posted yesterday are titled in alliteration? Or did I manage to sneak that past all of you? We need to up our game, people!

In case you missed them, here’s a direct link –

Lofty Lessons Learnt

Mild Monday Midnight

Please don’t forget to let me know your views on these and today’s poem!

As always,

Thank you for reading.





Shhh…my dear

Don’t you know

Girls are meant to be seen

And not heard

Hush, young lady

Stop reading and writing

Girls aren’t supposed to think

Shut up, don’t whine

Bear it all with a smile

For everyone knows, girls aren’t supposed to feel

You’ll understand it better, darling

Once you’re older and wiser


How’s that possible

When I can see

Girls aren’t supposed to live.

The Face of a Woman

But what will you do, my dear,

When the day of reckoning is here?

For in this world, on lies and deceit you’ve thrived,

And let truth venture nowhere near.

Will you sweet-talk your way

Out of eternal damnation?

Or will you submit yourself to be judged

Through a chaffing trial by fire?

Or will you kneel, accepting defeat

Because of your innumerable wrongdoings?

Continue reading “The Face of a Woman”

Whisper and the Roar – Poetry Feature

Hello, beautiful people!

Have you heard of the literary collective called “Whisper and the Roar”? Considering the overwhelming response I’ve been getting on my feminist poems and posts, I thought now would be the right time to introduce this incredibly brave and unapologetically feminist forum to you all. And, guess what? Sometimes its curators are kind enough to feature my works. Like today, for example! I’m so proud of myself for having done an excellent job at hiding my excitement right up to the last line one here!

If you stand for humanity, equality, love and compassion for all, please visit the collective. Its bound to either enrage your senses at the glaring injustices present in our society, or to give you hope that there are people working hard to put an end to it all and create a fair environment for everyone to grow and thrive in. Either way, you’d get a taste of soul-stirring literature. Today’s feature is a poem I wrote last week, titled “No Ordinary Fairytale”. Please click here to go to the collective and read it. I would love to have your feedback on it!

Thank you for reading.



The Feminist Propaganda

I’m unapologetically a feminist. Therefore, I’ve always been inundated with questions ranging from “How did you become a feminist?” To “Are you anti-men?”

So, clearing the air and giving rest to all the brouhaha surrounding this issue, here’s my two cents.

Firstly, let me clarify that when I say feminism, I do not speak of it as the ‘trend’ or ‘fad’ that is taking over the world. It is neither a fashion statement nor an attempt to be “in” or considered “cool”. It’s also not a ringing endorsement to celebrities who call themselves feminists without even knowing what it means.

Feminism, simply put, is the understanding that every person deserves to be treated equally and fairly, based on his worth and not his gender, colour, caste, creed or race. Arguably, this should be common sense and the norm, rather than something to be advocated for. However, we’re far from living in a utopian society. Thus, the need for feminism. It’s a call to abolish inequality. It’s a call to acknowledge basic human rights. It’s a call to recognise talent, value and worth, not how or where you were born. It’s that simple.

Coming to the pressing issue of how or why I became a feminist – Let me tell you that it is not a religion that I converted to, not an agenda that I discussed tabled over a conference, nor a propoganda I signed up and subscribed for.

I’m a lawyer by education and a writer by disposition. Both of these happened long before feminism caught on as the next big thing. Maybe even before I knew there was a word with a meaning like that. Yet, I chose professions and vocations that did not discriminate by gender. I’m not a lawyeress or a writeress. I find it degrading that we need to segregate actors into actors/actresses and the like. Why does one’s profession need such a delineation if it weren’t for the purpose of according an unequal treatment in some sense or the other? It’s not as if the non classification of a lady artist as an actress would have led to believe she were a man when I see her on the big screen? Does it even matter if a character is played by a man or a woman as long as it is portrayed impeccably?

So, I guess it is sufficient to say I did not become a feminist. I was born one. I was raised as one and I will continue to live as one till feminism is no longer needed. Till all people are, indeed, considered equal. I’m a feminist by nature and by intent. If only the world knew better, they’d be feminists too and systematically abolish all biases that make one man consider himself to be more entitled than his brother.

I apologise for the long ranting but I do firmly believe this needed to be said. Thank you for reading.



No Ordinary Fairytale

No knight in shining armour

Could ever win her favour

For her sword was as sharp as any

And her heart braver than many

No prison of ivory tower

No fire-breathing dragon

No rickety steps and bridges

No evil, conniving witches

No lure of princes charming

No feasts and balls disarming

No icy walls to scale

Yet, hers was a fairytale.

Continue reading “No Ordinary Fairytale”

The Gallows

In the surrounding, resounding cacophony

Her lone, dissenting voice was unceremoniously drowned out.

No one wondered, no one cared

Whether she had an opinion to air.

Discussions were taking place

Left, right and centre

Yet, no word of consolation

To her did they deign to render.

She waited with bated breath

For someone to atleast take a break

So she could maybe get a word in

And tear through the deafening din.

She implored with her big eyes

Holding back the gushing tears

She begged with folded hands

While struggling to still stand.

With a flourish and a stroke

They penned down their decision

Her acceptance was deemed to be

A foregone conclusion.

It was her life!

Her life!

That was on the agenda

And she had no say

Because of her gender.

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