To Them

The judgments, the pretensions

The absence of knowledge leading to stronger perceptions

He says I should do this, she says I should do that, they say that this is what I need to

I don’t need to do anything except spend my day like I like too

I lost myself when I left you behind

I lost myself when I left myself behind

Who knew the challenge of being a woman? Of always climbing the ladder through a man?

The men will be your shoulders, your ladders, your rungs

Then they will be your prisoners, your should-do tellers, your unformed opinions,

When he let me fly, he let me free

Then he promised to only support me

Why then he chains me, binds me

Only his opinions surround me

Can a woman never be truly free? Should she always be validated

from her father, her boyfriend, her all to-be’s

Only you don’t exist.

I am a person, not your opinion

I am a human, not your judgement

Your phones might help but its never the solution. It’s me

If I refuse to become, the challenge laughs at me

Each day I fly into uncharted territory

Every new endeavor is a war to be waged

Lightly or ferociously

Pleasantly or cunningly

I am me, not any other’s version of me, not any other’s expectation of me

I am a  constant struggle in a man’s world

I am a woman

I am not my profile pictures, I am not my habits

I am neither the way I file my taxes

I am not my cousin, I am not how I cook

I am neither the way my tattoo looks

I am not my burn-scars, I am not my weight

I am neither my marriageable age

I might be my parents’ reflection and of everybody else who raised me

After all, reflections are always reversed to reality

My left your right

My side always opposite to your side

I am all of this but concurrently none of these. I am me

Please, please, let me be






Happy Valentine’s

Sometimes, if you are quite lucky, you will find warmth, the kind you thought you might never get. It will be in the embrace of friendship, in the kiss of care, in the hugs that pour peace into you. It will be in the chatter of friends, in the loud laughs over a silly vampire movie, when your friend cries and asks for your shoulder and yours alone, in certain dirty jokes, in stealing zero-calorie cokes from the refrigerator, in lazying around in negative temperatures, in playing Rocksmith on ps3, in coloured smoke, in learning that you have people who are concerned for you, people who care. It will be in the comfort that you are probably not alone in New York City, in the anticipation that the approaching time will be good.

Happy Valentine’s!

Deep Love


For Shishir, Atharva, Sukanya, Aman, Karan, Hadia, Khanak, Janhvi, Kashish, Akhila :*