The word everyone runs away from;
isn’t something to behave like a storm,
it isn’t meant to hold us back;
or to restrict us in a sack,
it gives us power, the strength of being a women;
the strength to produce a life in our abdomen,
this life giving process is as natural as breathing;
but still period shaming everywhere in the world is streaming,
in India, the subject is such a taboo;
as if it’s a crime in having periods too,
even in a fairly educated middle class family;
women took great pride in following the custom of 5 days isolation willingly,
there’s a separate mattress for the menstruating woman;
even if she touched anything by mistake, some clean water is sprinkled to purify it again,
pursuing any sport or swimming, elders never allow;
all this shaming and the horrendous experience stays with me till now
my little mind decided it was best to hide period,
so, I just didn’t tell anyone the next time I bled,
what exactly happens inside the head of a teenage girl when we period shame her;
we are basically telling her that she and her body is dirty like a beggar,
all the itching, rashes were already a trouble;
now irritation and shaming are also a constant struggle,
I remember mom’s answer to how to buy a pad;
tell a chemist sheepishly, he will wrap it in a BLACK polythene bag,
not many women use cloth pads now;
but then it has to be dried in a dark, dingy place where no one would see it anyhow,
now Women have a HUGE role to play here;
by making periods shame free without any fear.

Opposites attract

Yash and Rita were totally opposite;
Rita was stubborn, Yash was apologist,
Yash wanted to fly high and rise;
but Rita always used to compromise,
Rita was not but Yash was anti-feminist;
and thus they fought a lot over it,
Yash yell a lot in their fight;
While Rita chose to remain quite,
Yash loved dogs and had one named Shadow;
Rita, scared of dogs still wanted one to be named Rambo,
if Yash was proton;
then Rita was electron,
but as the science says;
opposites attract in anyways,
so after every fight they hug tight;
and hence prove the theory right.

Blame game

From son to daughter;
from father to mother;
from brother to sister;
everyone blames one another,
whom to blame whom to not;
when things don’t go our way, we boycott,
the reason why we blame;
really sounds quite lame,
its just that we don’t wanna get ashamed;
so we keep our mischief self contained,
I know it requires guts to accept your mistake;
but please don’t blame others for God’s forsake,
so try to make an apology at least;
rather than blaming and becoming a beast.


Breaking a taboo is extremely objectionable;
and in society, totally unacceptable,
although taboos are many;
one of them is terminating a pregnancy,
another one is alcoholism;
which is in no way less than cannibalism,
many more in the list like infanticide;
or having a pregnant bride,
from urination to menstruation;
from sex selective abortion to defecation,
from belching to slavery;
from spitting to pornography,
not only one or two;
all the above comes under taboo,
no no, the lists not ends here;
there are many more to fear,
inter religion marriage or masturbation;
homosexuality or miscegenation,
an act may be a taboo in one culture;
but not in the other,
now surely and certainly it depends on you;
whether you wanna follow or break the taboo.

An introvert

I love being aloof;
and being introvert is its proof,
yes I am the last to raise my hand;
even after a question that I completely understand,
I prefer not to engage with people;
who seem angry, upset or dual,
generally I don’t initiate even a small talk;
but when needed, anytime I can be a hawk,
although being introvert doesn’t makes me sage;
but still it gives me an added advantage,
like I am less likely to get bored when I am alone;
unlike those who have to loan friends when they don’t have their own,
so I do not make any effort;
to be an extrovert rather I choose to remain an introvert.

Most legal rape!!!

Marital rape, what the fuck;
some parents minds get here stuck,
no seriously, what does that mean;
after marriage, sex is obvious when you lean,
yes its obvious for sure;
but what if one don’t want it any more,
having sex without spouse’s consent;
is same as giving your car yourself a dent,
many of us are dealing with this;
but only a few have courage to overcome with bliss,
so its high time to raise your voice;
having intercourse not as a slavery but as your choice.

The first salary

That priceless moment of first salary;
Yash was having playing with the cutlery,
I guess it was lunch and he called;
when Rita was in office and she got stunned,
stunned becz he asked her for dinner;
but she somehow turned out to be a sinner,
she was worried b’cz her friends had made a plan for outing;
but she wanted to go with Yash as it was his first salary dating;
although she tried to wrap up fast but she was late;
Yash got angry may be this was just fate,
Rita appologized but all went invane;
b’cz Yash replied it was his first salary and would never come again.

Love birds

Rita and Yash;
had a crush,
feelings were more or less same;
and that even reflects in their name,
Yash was five eleven and Rita was five two;
but they both compliment each other like grass and dew,
Rita was moody and often gets stubborn;
but Yash always makes her up b’cz for him she was the only one,
although Yash was also short-tempered and makes Rita cry;
but then Rita always knew that his love for her was never gonna die;
So they never broke up as it was impossible;
still they had many breakups to make their patch ups memorable.

Bro! its my choice

From having love to lingerie;
from showing cleavage to thigh;
whatever I do;
Bro! its my choice.
Yes I am a girl;
not less than a pearl;
but still if I wanna get high;
Bro! its my choice.
24! oh no, its too young to get married;
I just wanna be splendid;
but even if I did;
Bro! its my choice.
What to do, what to not;
wanna look cute, punky or hot;
depends on me, how I wanna rejoice;
b’cz Bro! its my choice.

The day we met

The day we met;
in the past till yet,
everything I remember;
was just a number,
yes it was thirteenth of march;
but the timing was of dinner not of lunch,
my phone rang when scooty was in full speed;
but I stopped as it all was destine-ed,
for few minutes I was without any clue;
yeah, the voice that I heard was of you,
you called for my quest;
and that too for the fest,
from then butterscotch to mountain dew;
left you with money which was few,
but then it was all fun;
you, me and that idiot old men,
although we had many more;
but that really terrified me for sure.