Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Understanding No

You'd think being from the modern age where men can walk on water and literally part the seas they'd understand the monosyllabic No. But No, not really, not even close. I don't like hearing No. Nada Nada NEVER!
No is a challenge, an irresistible tease, a guilty pleasure to be pursued relentlessly.
Dearest Chauvinistic Men,

Please open your eyes and do listen.  Desist from letting your ever fiery heart in making this judgement.
No means it.
No is a stop sign.
No is that boundary which holds a flaming pit and the devil himself on the other side. Don't be stupid. Don't come with your fluffed up egos trailing behind our No's.

Not really Yours,
Women who denied you something.

This isn't a rant from a small scorned nobody. Filthy rich stars and seemingly powerful senators face it too. Meghan Trainor had to write a whole song explaining "No". Taylor Swift said it with particularly repeated emphasis on Never Ever Ever Ever*(Those make good shower songs I might add). She was also a part of the ultimate Manterruption with the Grand and Mighty Kanye West.
Hillary Clinton in her recent debate was shamelessly interrupted 52 times by the bafoon man Trump. The count was a baffling 25 times in the first 26 minutes until she started whooping his arse. Imagine being interrupted and talked over almost every minute! How did she even keep her calm one might wonder.
“To the men amazed Clinton hasn’t snapped: Every woman you know has learned to do this. This is our life in society,” one woman mused to her  Twitter followers the night of the debate. By morning, she’d been re-tweeted more than 7,000 times.
Men meanwhile shall be heard. no matter what trash they spew.While for the other sex, standing by your own views and choices becomes Adamant. Raising your voice becomes shrill. Getting aggressive is losing control. This implicit bias has perpetrated so deep in society that we fail to recognize it.
Be aggressive but not too much, not too loud, not too excited, not too persuasive! Stop it already! Enough with the boundaries. While you continue flouting and walking all over yours.
Remember that next time you're walking and talking over a woman, when you're taking her No as a "simple" challenge, remember that she won't take No for an answer.

*Songs mentioned in the article don't reflect the author's choice in music which is extremely refined I might add.  

Friday, January 8, 2016

Of weaves and knits

We spoke all night, it felt just right,
Unraveling the threads, you took your time.
Some just worn, frazzled and grey,
Others with the hues of an April day,
But you held on to my every string,
The middle, end to the very beginning,
Untying every knot, that deep inside my heart had wrought.

It's a wonder how we are knit,
Each in this exquisite way,
Looking to find our fit,
Hiding fine spun secrets, underneath each layer,
Some woven stories we seldom share.
We spoke all night, Made us our own little knot, 
And that
 felt just right.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Your skin smelled like home, 
While in silence we lay, 
But I just need to wander.  
Feel the sun kiss my lips, 
quench my thirst in the seas, 
See the sky turn dark into day,
Then find my way around, 
Before we go astray. 

Sunday, September 20, 2015

I'm bitter and cold,
like the seas I'm told,
I may be the sea, fierce and deep,
or spirited as the ocean on a sunny day 
how can you say?
Look at my horizons,
Set sail in me.
Have you ever denied the waves,
When they left,
 you salty, gasping
 for breath?

You stand at the edge of the skies,
the world reflected in your eyes,
Free from the grasping fingers,
Away from the cacophony singers,
Stargazing into the night,
But somewhere deep down
a thought lingers
"What when I go back down?"
no matter what, know this to be true,
There's magic in your heart,
And your spirit sings for you,
So next time you need an escape,
Seek deep within those heavy drapes,
For there is music for those
who stop just enough to listen within.


Sunday, April 5, 2015


There are secrets in the universe,
that our silly hearts are meant to keep,
but just every now and then,
we let it but slip,
and every story that is heard,
by the night dark and deep.

So all that you whisper,
safe to the sky,
while looked upon by stars that burn by and by,
is carried in the winds,
the till the dawn comes blushing pink,
feeling a little shy.

They are kept in the stars,
one for every thought,
till they get weighed down with the sighs,
and streak across the skies.
So next time you sit in woe,
look at the stars burning bright,
just know there are people out there
giving a tough fight,
 they're not alone out there,
and neither are you.


Monday, March 30, 2015

We all have our demons, will you stare mine in the eyes? Or will you look for cover when the hailstorms follow my thunder? I'm not the types that have angels voicing their opinions over their shoulders, they hide deep in some corner of my heart. So don't expect cotton candy and kisses here, I've seen too much and have always had wild hair. There's so much experience has taught me and so much I am yet to absorb. I've never learnt to find comfort in conformity or security in someone. I don't need you to lean on. Nor will you have my shoulder when you need one. But you have me right here and right now, all of me. That's the one thing I'll always do better than the others, being a handful and yet never enough.