Conditional Freedom – Pallavi

The woman in black
clad toe to head
being ridiculed for her decision
to practice something we don’t understand
her identity reduced to the cloth around her body
prejudiced as orthodox and primitive
We don’t see behind that veil
that maybe it’s her choice
that maybe the woman in her hasn’t failed
For, she has a mind which’s as scholarly
and fights for equality as valiantly
she’s just like you and me
living life a little differently
Why’s her choice wrong?
only because it doesn’t fit our box?
Her choice to wear a burqa or hijab is no different than mine to wear a skirt or bikini
Remember, freedom is free;
and if granted with conditions, just as much a hypocrisy.

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Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).

You can read more of my writing at Curating Thoughts

Perils of Social Media – Pallavi

The space between us has gotten wider
Our disapproval for each other scarier
The eco-system of social media was supposed to balk distances
To bring people closer and fuse differences
But then labels and hashtags of divisiveness took over
Intolerance and impatience permeated behind shields of full disclosure
I unfriend you for your religious beliefs are different than mine
You block me for my idea on politics according to you are not too fine
Gone are those days when we could agree to disagree
Respectfully partake in discussions without losing sanity
Now this radioactive malicious wedge
is driving relations off the ledge
If creating a bubble with only “my” views is the solution
Then bidding adieu to progress with be the only conclusion.

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Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).

You can read more of my writing at Curating Thoughts

Vicarious Atonement – Pallavi

As I waddle through troves of treasured but arbitrary musings
I yearn for words to express my feelings
But they are being skittish and out of blitz
Unrelenting to my request to form a sentence
Evading emotions that are peering through my glass soul
Waiting to be put forth and across
Words oh words, only if you could be mine, I would create wonders
and the world would admire the splendor
Alas! I am under your subjugation, an accomplice to your crimes
Beset by your blasphemy and still acting sublime
Maybe tomorrow you can present your apology
or compensate for your treachery
Until then
I will vicariously atone for your sins


Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).

You can read more of my writing at Curating Thoughts

Status Quo Maintained – Pallavi

Like so many other cities

Your name also went down in history

For stopping hearts and ending lives

It’s not guns, don’t be melodramatic

It’s mental health and video games

Hmm, maybe you are right

If so, I apologize

So should we tackle the problem of mental health?

Wo wo wo, healthcare is so very costly

Who will pay for it?

Debt is in trillions! Do you even fathom that, you minion?

Hmm, so what about video games?

We can surely make that a difference.

Wo wo wo, who are you? a socialist?

Profits dictate our country, which’s capitalist.”

Hmm, then what we do is nothing and let people be killed?!

Now we are talking, you see, everything is already fixed.

 

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Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).

You can read more of my writing at Curating Thoughts

The doomed bridge – Pallavi

We crossed that bridge as five
But only mother and I survived
Your father and brothers will be back, she wiped her tears and said.
I know this was a lie, for her eyes flickered with remorse and dread
In a fleeting moment,
My identity changed from a boy to what they called a refugee.
Mother said it meant we were people with no guarantees.
no guarantee to shelter, food or drink.
no guarantee to life or new beginnings.
Can we go back? I pleaded.
Back to where? she snapped.
The bridge is broken, our home is gone.
What’s left is us and us alone.
Then almost trying to mend my bereaved soul, she hugged me tight.
And once again lied,
I will always be by your side.

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Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).

You can read more of my writing at Curating Thoughts

Step Aside Stereotypes – Pallavi

Step aside, all stereotypes
don’t label inks
she doesn’t just wear the color purple and pink
no more forbidding blues and blacks
she won’t take any flack.

Step aside stereotypes
this is a different kind of fairy land
This Cinderella wears sneakers
and doesn’t sit on bleachers
She’s her own kind of Snow White
who doesn’t need a prince
for she can rescue herself alright.
Don’t call her Sleeping Beauty
for she prefers a name
blue eyes and white skin are not her only fame.

So step aside stereotypes
She wears ballet shoes
and isn’t scared of walking on cinders.
She chooses to be well put or unkempt
chooses to smile, breathe fire, and sometimes even repent.
Her scars and contusions are her pride
and for all this she doesn’t apologize.

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Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).

You can read more of my writing at Curating Thoughts

Miscarriage – Pallavi

Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing (absolutely, first love it remains), reading (with or without coffee), working out (with my husband as my buddy).

You can read more of my writing at Curating Thoughts