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The Tale of a Heart

A human heart – beats and functions But holds within its core Bountiful emotions Some broken, others whole…. Sometimes it sings, sometimes it dances Odds - it always takes as chances; But a heart also cries, it also conflicts Its lone battle within itself, it fights. The heart does things The mind gives no permission for Drowning itself in love Like a mated dove …….Without any wings!! As a strong voice rings The heart in love  Amaeuterdly sings!! Cz For someone’s betrothed Why another heart beats? Unseen to all..a heart that amoreux 'd Always laments! Societal norms, the heart follows Wrong are thy Feelings It knows, It burrows...... Cz The faux consequences It knows, It understands..... Yet For someone’s betrothed …….A heart still beats!!!

THE NIGHT WORTH REMEMBERING!!

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A quiet night in the cold winter Bestowed with chills Cozier and warmer than the hand-knit sweater Was that night and its feels..... She was alone and so was he Feelings of each other they shared, But little did they both see What to the other they bared! What started as an innocent chat Lead to something worth remembrance For long as awaiting her hero she sat She knew with him she stood no chance!! The intensity of their breathing Changed with the depths of the night Yet aware of the situation…limits they both keeping Even when the tone grew personal and light. It wasn’t magical but it was beautiful Though only through conversation ….Private talks with him she was sharing She was falling in an unfulfilled love yet again But it was different ‘coz there was no pain She knew it wasn’t going to be fruitful But it was… A night worth remembering!!

WHY WOMEN ALWAYS PREFER TO TAKE A BACKSEAT?

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It is a general observation that I am having over the past few days as an individual and as a woman in general. Women, I had observed over the years (with my mother and aunts), never really wish or thrive to take the front seat for anything, how much educated they may be! Women tend to be satisfied with the success and achievements of their husband, brothers or any other male member. I am a person who is in that stage of her life where she is trying very hard to build a career and make a place for herself in the society, coupled with the fact that she tries very hard to change people’s the mindset about age-old traditions and customs that degrade women and promote gender equality. Our country is currently in such a state where we have witnessed a huge number of “she”roes, especially clad in hijabs and burqas. The video from JMI University recently that went viral couple of days back lead us all to think that “we are not the weaker section of the society – when the need ar...

JNU PROTESTS: THE TRUTH AND THE OUTRAGE

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The protests in Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU) has been going on for quite some time now. Though the media is coming up with a number of stories and facts regarding JNU, there is one facet of JNU protests that only very few news pages are talking about. While students are protesting against the sudden hike in fees, news channels are diverting our attention to the age of the students of JNU.  Media is also going to the extent of doing photoshop and providing fake information regarding some students of JNU (probably to spread this propaganda!!); where on earth is journalism, where are we supposed to get news from? Being a doctorate myself, I know very well about the challenges and hardships that any student has to go through to attain the Ph.D. degree; a lot of factors like supervisor, topic chosen, publications, etc. have a cumulative affect on the duration of any student’s Ph.D. Ideally, any person would be completing PhD by the age of 27-28 years if he/she had an academic ...

SHATTERING OF A BROKEN HEART

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An innocent heart fell in love With a man, fondling with her like dove Cooing to each other they lived Everything he asked for, she gived! Unaware of his intentions In love she pushed her boundaries Accepting and fulfilling all temptations Forgotten were the barriers of age and countries!! Suddenly dark night fell on her Cz he left her suddenly without a word Betrayed and broken In her nothing  was going to stir!! Years later, she felt love again A love to heal her broken heart She had a past, so did he She just wanted to heal n gain. Alas! The past always haunts back She was impure, he commented Her love her care was real -aloud se lamented Her cries couldn't make him turn back. Didnt he also have a past, she wondered I had accepted everything, why cant he? "Nothing matters, because I love n take you" How hollow those words were - she pondered Only because he is 'a he' and she 'a she'?!!

ODE TO THE LIGHTING GUIDE

Once a while in a far away land Lived a handsome clever lad Shortage of fine things he had But was never for once he sad. His mother he called his 'lighting guide' A person who never left her family's side During rains, she guided her kids with a lit stick To walk through muddy waters and not get sick.... 20 long years passed with turmoil Winds changed and so did the soil The lad was now well educated Nothing for his family was overrated! So many years hence the lad remembered Every passed hard day he encountered Journey to barren city was his homage But the 'lighting guide' is a fresh image! The lad had learnt it long ago Though days are easy now, hardships may come Fathers build house, mothers make home That's why he never had 'The Male ego!!'

THE DREAM

I was woken up by a dream The only one and first of it's kind That of a pretty maiden With a handsome knight by the stream The maiden kept her distance Because the knight was betrothed Even when there was chance When on a stallion he roded She walked to the stream Her hands she wanted to cleanse When firm fingers grasped her palm Making her loose her sense It was the knight...oh why was he there He didnt reply to her curious stare Unleash your clasp she tried through actions But it didnt yield fruitful reactions Shaking from the dream I woke without the sense of day or night Thinking of the maiden by the stream Because rules she was trying to follow Even if she wanted the knight She knew Even though the clasp was from him, not her The betrothed of another damsel The world will always blame not him, but her For a paltry price, her innocent heart Was going to sell!!