Poems

Like everyone else, I also take my disease as a curse until I find the cure. Life with sorrow and emptiness is nothing but a crush that hunts you day and night without any noise.Curses are of many types :Our wealth is our biggest curse towards a happy lifeOur luxurious life is the biggest curse Continue reading

Who am I?Am I an Indian wife or a woman, or a human being? I have asked this question several times.What if I don’t do what seems right in the eyes of society? What if I run away from my misery – what Indian people usually call a woman’s destiny?I feel like bonded labor with Continue reading