Love never really held much meaning for me. I wished and yearned for freedom instead. And maybe I just was more bereft of one that the other, but grow...
Love in the Land of Freedom
April 29, 2015
The season to do good and what I learnt from the real life heroes
December 15, 2015
Poems and introspections
May 3, 2016
I am still not at ease calling myself a poet, but I have discovered that 'free form' poetry is something I am relishing a lot. Freed from obligations of over or under writing, exposition vs. narration and other such, these come into my head as a line when I am dark or dismayed and germinate into full pieces. I will be ever grateful to poets Arundhati Subramaniam and Nirupama Dutt for exposing me to this wonderfully liberating form of writing at the Chandigarh Lit Fest 2015. Her session on bhakti poems and her readings from her books made me realize this exists and is appreciated as legitimate form of expression.
Lopa Banerjee encouraged me to submit (I had nervously send her a few for critique) and they were immediately accepted by the literary magazines!!!!! Below are a few of my favorites featured recently in Tuck Magazine and Words, Pauses and Noises.
Honor; Word Count: 161 Published: Words, Pauses and Noises
I lost my honor a long time back
Standing behind my mother in the crowded line
When I was touched for the first time
By a nice man who then gave me a pop
I lost my honor the second time
When I was slapped for coming home late
In front of my younger brother
Who was just getting ready to leave for the night
I lost my honor the third time
When they threw my mother out of their house
Daughters don’t get shares in property they had said
Free form poetry allows me to be what I always wanted to be in my writing. Expressive, temperamental, unapologetic and unsure. So i will not call myself a poet yet, but will continue exploring this form.