Equality is not Similarity 

21st century and a modern age but still our mindsets are lingering and fighting the age old battle of the sexes. The nation has progressed, we as individuals have grown, but somewhere down the line a son is still a degree higher than any of the daughters out there. Calling your girls “Beta” is still a way of being proud of her.  Why?

I’m a girl and im proud of it! And I don’t think any validations from the other sex are required or for that matter me being the other sex for achieving something exceptionally good could be a way? 

If there had to be just one sex – for equality then there should have been similarity! Then there should have been only vaginas or only penises in this world! But alas! Every sex has got its own role to play. Every sex has been alloted certain responsibility and designation and that should be respected and followed! Having said that… (I don’t plan to disappoint any if my FEMINAZI audience) i do demand respect! 

If I’m a flower, appreciate my beauty and let me bloom in the garden, Don’t pluck me: killing my respect, Don’t crush me: putting me down, Don’t dry me: comparing me to my male counterparts. Just let me breath and grow! 

If i had to be a “Proud Beta” then i guess i should have been equipped with the proper equipments? I’m a girl because i was destined to… and that doesn’t mean that I’m less privileged or lesser than anyone in any fucking field – Just biologically weak! 

And that my friend turns all the tables! 

I dress up and i put on makeup because I’m a girl. I love to style my hair and wax my legs because I’m a girl. I’m delicate and fragile because I’m a girl. I was not meant to be a trophy wife neither your sex slave nor an objectified piece of shit. I was meant to be loved, caressed and pampered. 

And if you are highly offended by the feminity i just expressed, your feminazi ego must be really bruised?! And I’m not sorry! 

I am a woman; and I’m very pretty and I’m very feminine and I’m very bold and I’m very sexy. 

I am woman; and i know where i need to break out and where i need to break up.

I am a woman; and i have a vagina, I am a woman; and i am a daughter not your son! 

I am a woman; and i demand respect not your forced “Beta” appreciation. 


In Her Shoes?!

She is the most amazing person you will adore throughout your life. She is the superwoman you will have to your rescue. She is one inspiration you will always have for any fucking thing in life. She is the one you will look upto… Someday! 

She might be sounding very boring and all of what she says is not really making sense to you right you! But someday it will. When someday you will be IN HER SHOES! 

Tackling all the situations so bravely, you inspire me and guess what you have paved your way to becoming my idea of perfect! (Must have been real tough for you) 

All the times you shouted at me all i could hear was you yapping! (Sorry) But with these years when i realise that i have grown up (Ya i think and we disagree here i know) i actually try to listen to you and now with all these seasons passing away, i see the concern you hold, and i see what’s alot more than mere shoutings. 

This two decade old battle of yours is fetching results i guess. I don’t know what mission you are on? But trust me (i know you won’t) it’s being fruitful. Your toil to make me the most perfect woman and someone worth idolising is not vain. 

So, Thank you for shaping me into your image. Thank you for not giving up upon me. Thank you for understanding when dad wasn’t supportive enough. Thank you for fighting with me and most importantly for me! Thank you for bringing out my patience and being a good student! (I taught you Facebook and Whatsapp and Pinterest too!) 

Love You, 

Your Victory! 

The Unfelt Love

Sometimes we just fall to be broken!

Recollecting my thoughts of being with you brings nothing more than tears to my eyes. The first time we ever spoke felt so good and contending but as years flew by you became just another mistake I wanted to repent upon. I was so unsure about how I felt about being with you; I was so scared at the thought of spending the successive years with your demons. No matter what I did, how I did I was always less for you and I could only blame myself for letting you down. You were the most priced possession I ever had, the only storm I wanted to be a part of, the only misery I wanted to ruin me, the only fire I wanted to be burnt by.

It took me two fucking years to realise that I was more than just your rebukes and scolding. I was much more than the torture you had to offer. I was much more than just being your sex slave. Maybe I was too blinded by the thought of loving you and comforting you. Maybe I was too blinded by the idea that you love me too, or maybe I was just being an asshole. Today when I look back and see the self I was: I feel disgusted at the sight and me. You have possibly managed to make me hate you and loath every minute spent with you. Every time you’ve touched me makes me feel pathetic and cheap. But as they say not every investment is a waste, some fetch you profits and some experiences. You happen to be my biggest lesson, my biggest experience and a manual for every girl on “How not to lose your self-respect”.

But not being the selfish self (as you quoted) I would like to thank you for making me someone better, giving me some sense of self respect and making me ready for someone worth me.

My Walk Down The Street!

Walking down the streets

I realize the streets have wounded my knees: I’m bleeding;

But they’ve taught me

To make mere gravel the stepping stones to success;

Walking down the dark wintry streets

I realize the darkness has made me frightened: I’m scared;

But it has taught me to pave my way in the dark;

Walking down the lonely streets

I realize loneliness has become my custodian: I’m abandoned;

But it has taught me to be me;

Walking down the laughing streets

I realize that I’ve become a mocking stock: I’m joked;

But it has taught me to make people glad;

Walking down the streets

I wonder why I’ve landed here when I’m not needed

But then I think

I’m maybe a bit different

Maybe here people don’t understand me

Walking down the streets

I realize the streets have changed: I’m noticed

But then the streets tell me to be earthed

They tell me to succeed with pride and not shame

They tell me to recall all lessons learned

Walking down the streets

I realize I’ve changed; I’m in demand

But I need to be in pace

Walking down the streets

I think I’ll go far now; I’m determined,

But how far?

I’m sitting on the street and still brooding over my walk

Where it has leaded me and where it will lead me?


Well i see that you have been through a lot, those lines on forehead scream the battle you have survived, and i am proud of you. You are masterpiece i have been searching for my soul to rest my eyes upon.

I have been there too, felt the same pinches of pleasure as you did and that is why i am proud of you.

I know you are scared, i know you cant be in the same times again and i promise to bring you out and make it worth it! I know the alpha male you show isnt ready to hurt your innergod. But for once trust me. For once


Somethings just need to be more clear than they appear
Even the glass that reflects you is superficial
If only it could show the debris inside
The reflection could be more reliable
If the debris was so evident people would flinch being around
Somethings can’t b as clear as you want them to be
How beautiful is the inner turmoil whose view might take your breath away
If the glass actually showcased your debris .. What a beautifully ugly road would it be
Wonder if anyone and everyone could set their journey on it?
Perhaps that’s the only reason you are your own demon.

May You Live In Interesting Times!

How interesting is it that you are destroying me beautifully In a way none else can

How interesting is it that you are with me intentionally 

In a way so unintentional

How interesting is it that you have become a part of me

In a way so inseparable 

How interesting would it be when you will leave me giving me reasons

In a way so justified

How interesting would it be when my eyes will hold your tears 

In a way i did for no other soul

How interesting would it be when ill be unable to see myself in the mirror 

In a way you used to see me


The Perfect Him?

He is mesmerising My heart sinks with his touch 

His hands r so soothing 

His snuggles just so pure

Whenever he comes closer

I lose my breath control

I dont just stay thr

I hv a world i longed for

He takes me to places i cud only imagined existed

He makes me crave for d very next meeting

He is so soothing

My stress burns away with a touch of his lips

His tongue tastes all my sours n again im thr melting in his arms

He does things i cnt explain 

I cud only imagine what u hv done

He is my strength 

He brings me back to life 

Starving my ego n feeding my soul 

Building me up from the scrap i was

Making me believe what only i cud not

I cud only imagine what you have done

I hv surrendered myself to u 

Make me or break me 

I wud still imagine wht u hv done n wht u cud do 


When You Walked In

The cold nights are suddenly warm now, my restless nights are more comfortable. I can finally sleep without wetting my pillow, i don’t know if its you or just a perception but i finally have something i know i trust and i am proud of.

Sometimes its not the time you spend but the memories you make. The fear that keeps you away from falling is justified yet unfair. Some people are for a lifetime but your instinct will stop you, because you are afraid, you want to give it a try, you want to indulge in them make them a part of your life but you will not let them have a glance of what you really possess, all because you are engulfed in your own hidden desires and insecurities.

Open the door, let the sunshine enter, open your arms…. like you did today and feel the magic.

Fall free, fall fearless, i’m here to catch you. I know you are more than what you show….. i want to explore the wildest places you own, being with you is something i behold and being within you is what i long for.




Will You?

Will your heart bleed if u abandoned me?

No, I’m not your blood

Will your eyes cry if u broke me?

No, I’m not your sight

Will your lips shiver if they’re not kissed ?

No, you have a replacement

Will you fill my light less soul?

No, you love the darkness

Will you ever become what i longed for?

No, coz i’ve become what u wanted