Rants

Last Christmas

8th December 2018. A few minutes after exchanging goodbyes with my friends, I walked home. Stepping outside the college gates, my lips sealed shut with the invisible string of something which felt binding, numbing my insides too. Reaching home, I dove straight into my bed, no words exchanged with anyone. My bed and I became […]

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Muses

Reed, the Charmcaster

He was exhibiting his paintings but my eyes stuck to him as if he was live art to me. He was live art, alright. I didn’t need to understand him, know him. No, I didn’t even need to see him, literally. But I felt him and I felt about him – deeply. The grey shirt […]

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Ruminate

My Dom is a Feminist.

I am a woman and my master is a feminist. More so than me. Irony? I don’t think so. A true to the core dominant man understanding and living the ways of bdsm is a far greater feminist than a prude woman who doesn’t take the time to learn about sex and explore her own […]

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Poems

Fall Rain

it’s still the season of rains, yet nothing could rein me inside my insides jumping when the sun peeks peacocks screech and I settle under my tree treeing my restless soul to wait for the eager fall falling in reverse for all that feels – worth it, I can not wait in this damp can […]

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Rants

Behind the Purdah

Imagine being trapped in a cabin in unknown woods. Fear. Desolation. Imagine being on a getaway to a cabin in the woods. For the first few days? Solitude. Good. Then the real fear starts. It’s not the fear of a stranger, from the unknown, from anything of the outer world. It’s the fear from your […]

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Rants

They Love Me

to all those people who’ve said they love me but couldn’t fathom how anyone else could fall in love with me… tell me, what do I make of it? your ‘i love you’s’ and ‘i miss you’s’ tangle me further in your sticky silk webs but when I need you I’m untangled, unchained from you […]

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Poems

Love My Own

Rubbing the smoothness in my fingers, I tucked the soft curls behind her ear and then, wondered, asked my self, pitifully, If I can love the jiggle of your thighs, the clouds of your cheeks, the extra hold of your hips I enjoy in my palms then why can’t I love the fat chunks of […]

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Muses

Abhinadia

//Abhi (noun): That girl who vehemently denied that she is a girlie girl and proudly stated she is a tomboy. She has never been clean. Ink stains on her check shirts, pen dots on her palms, paint smudged on her skirts, and girl, at least wipe that color off your face. //Nadia (Odia): Coconut. Self-explanatory, […]

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Poems

Phoenix

“It’s okay to be imperfect and admit it, But it’s not okay to stay imperfect. Strive for imperfection!” A writer is like a phoenix, Killing and resurrecting to create perfection The pen wiggles between the fingers, As words give soul and meaning to lifeless lines. Pains me to know people steal those souls Claiming as […]

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Poems

Dear Guilt

//I loved you so much it turned me bitter. Dear guilt, I am walking, straight into the day, loud, proud, saying I know what I want to do but as most of us, I am too, sagging into the night hoping today I don’t melt into the darkness as we, the pretty night and sad […]

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