I took my bowl and went door to door
begging with forlorn eyes
To approve of me and love me more.
Hoping that there was one soul who would
See me for who I am and complete parts of me,
Which I was afraid to show.
I finally realized that, that was their story too,
Their holes were bigger and their begging bowls too!
Then I met a wise man who told me,look inside you,
you are holding the ocean in a bowl called ‘You’!
To all the women across the globe!
I am a woman.
The world dictates,
what I should wear,
how long my skirts should be,
And my perfect size in centimeters.
I am a woman.
And the world tells me,
If I speak freely I am a flirt,
If I sleep around I am a slut,
If I don’t agree to what you say,
I am a bitch.
I am a woman.
And the world objectifies me,
For the shiny car they need to sell.
For the booze that needs to clear your head.
For their desire to be kindled I need to dress.
In skimpy, tight clothes that don’t fit.
I am a woman.
And the rules are set,
To be the perfect wife who cooks three meals.
To earn money to compensate the rising needs.
To be a mother, caregiver and a pleasure in bed.
I am a woman and
I take back my power,
To feel an equal,
To be respected because I am no less,
To be paid for my talents not based on my gender instead.
To make my own decision because I am equipped,
with grey matter inside my head.
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Come take my hand,
Let’s walk to the fringe of the society,
Where stigmas have been stepped over,
Where rules have been bended to fit,
Where the how to’s have been redefined.
Come take my hand,
Let there not be another morning filled with excuses,
For all the things that doesn’t feel right but forced upon us,
That we stay within bounds.
Come take my hand,
Let there not be another night filled with anguish,
That only your soul knows.
But you smile outwards so that you don’t ruffle feathers.
Come take my hand,
Let me lead you to the land of the bold,
Where the lions have walked with their heads held high
Where the warriors have strode towards what felt right.
Where the misfits have not molded themselves to the holes that fit tight.
Come take my hand,
For though the journey is hard and filled with strife,
On your death bed, you will smile!
Poems,Short Stories and Novels 