From Shahrukh's cheesy dialogues to Salman's swag, Bollywood has always been the hottest topic, but a closer look makes us wonder how deep rooted patriarchy in Bollywood is...
Layer after layer, More than her skin can bear Another brush of cosmetic, To hide the last tear Lashes rolled up and lipstick's dark, Scars concealed, no blemish, no mark "Why can't I be beautiful?" Are the words that haunt her day after day As she walks down the hallway, In her perfect high heels … Continue reading The ‘Pretty’ Girl – A Poem
"Change is grim. Change is grey." Is what they all always say But what happens to a larvae daring to change? Does it transform or become something strange? For a day too bright to turn to night, Will miss the silver moon, And winter refusing to transform to spring Will skip the new leaves it … Continue reading Change – A poem
"Too chubby." "Embarrassing nose." "Too short." "Look sophisticated." "Too masculine look." "Too frizzy hair." "Too skinny." "So ugly." Ever since we were small, we were told to be a specific kind of beautiful, get complimented from others which were supposed to make us feel good inside (Ironic huh?). "When I grow up, I want to … Continue reading Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most beautiful of them all?
They support and motivate me in everything be it any competition or even this blog! (Or making a complete idiot of myself in front of the class). They laugh on my jokes whether they're funny or not (and then make fun of me hundred times before moving on to make fun of me for a … Continue reading 5 Things I love about my friends
I write the date in my notebook, Yet something doesn't feel right Eyeing it up, I look When the top right corner catches my sight Where once sixteen had been, Stands a brand new seventeen Seems a bit unusual and strange, But at the same time Feels like a good change A long year I … Continue reading A new beginning, A new year – A poem
I stumble upon a drawer, Making my toe sore Frustrated, I push it back When my eyes drift to a nearby rack Numerous pictures and diaries catch my eye, Shifting the contents, I pry Memories slowly blind my eyes Those shy hellos and hard goodbyes The warm sands & faraway lands, Things I did, Now … Continue reading Memories-A poem