Vanity

Answers to all those amorous compliments that are sad! Its beautiful to know the real you and still be admired...increases self ardour and adds depth to relationships. Although precarious sometimes Vanity is to be proud of!

"Awesome shape

The curves are appealing"

There's one on my face

That needs no revealing

Pity your eyes missed a fortune!

"You are docile

Will protect you indeed"

Strength is not your behest

Chivalry is not a creed

My strength is to the moon!

"So spiritual!

Perfect mix of soul"

My faith is my choice

Not defined by your role

Roots firm.. will never swoon

"You are good!

Ambitious and free"

Don't need your certification

For me to be ME

For Me ...I am a boon!!

Rebel................Dedicated to #IndianWomanOlympiansRio2016

Dedicated to all the Sheroes of India..who dared to dream!
#WomanOlympians.
Badal rahi hai Bharat ko Beti..
Change is inevitable and desirable!

Rebel

No guilt
No confessions
No more lies
So what if I wanna live
Life that defies

Stringless love
Speaking smiles
Relations to die
Break open that shell
No more shy

Desolate life
Confined privileges
Foes pry
I wont take that limit
I eye the sky

Yes a rebel
I stake my bait
Choices high
This one I take
Stop Me? ...You can try..

Twisted

Twisted

All of us have a grey side...and when we have a face of with it once in a while it is a mixed bag of feelings shaking up your entire logic and really difficult to chose as its ourselves even in the grey version.
This poem  is about the inner turmoil of a married woman when she materializes her fantasy as in #MyChoice however she regrets,blames the world and finally shattered and  loveless as even her true love is not hers anymore!

Twisted

Yes I fell 
From the highness
Sure got touched 
and pampered
Caressed whole
But only my love can touch my soul

Have yearned respite
Tis was my refuge
It felt right
All yin n yang 
Entwined by pure yore
And lust in the core

Guilt twitches
Soul cries 
Even love left
against my faith 
What hell breaks the Sun
For a night of being a desirous woman

If love sets u free
why I am bruised by chains
If to desire is human
How much human is a Woman
If love rusts with a drop of rain
No love can touch my soul again