Use and abuse 

Since when has body become so important?

That you need to feel powerful by using others’ to prove?

The constant tussle between use and abuse 

Has crossed all lines, broken all barriers of refuse. 

The terms keep changing sheets; it’s money, I am told 

Someone pointed it out, they are poor and hence they sold.

Sold the person, sold the child; sold the body by cutting all ties. 

Did you not think even for once, that the requirements of each and every body is limited to a few rising suns?

You have to get into the same earth as the body you ruined, 

There’s no denying truth to the eternity that you cease to have never understood. 

Then why use and abuse another body just for fun? 

When the laws of nature get to you; clearly there isn’t a better ground for you to run. 


My friend. In pain. 

‘In pain and in suffering, I’ll be there for you’
I had said it once! 

Little did I know that 10 years on she would call with a statement ‘I am terrible. Did you hear that, I am a terrible terrible human.’

It was hard to hear her cry over phone,

It was hard to explain anything to her.

All I could gather that she was made to feel pathetic and she was torn apart. 

The world that she was a part of convinced her that she wasn’t theirs from the end to the start.

I couldn’t comprehend her pain,

I couldn’t convince her otherwise,

When she felt her integrity was scrutinised.

She spoke at length and I heard in silence,

I kept repeating that she was in denial.

She didn’t seem to hear me right,

Instead she declared to me that she was completely unfit to fight with life. 


When a child is born, the umbilical chord is cut by someone, he is cleaned up by someone, he is wrapped up by someone and he is fed by someone. He, is dependent on everyone around; he trusts everyone around; he is a part of them and they are a part of him. To him, they are all part of the same ‘life’. Trust, faith, love and being take care of comes as part and parcel of his very entity. Right after he is born, he places his trust in everyone without knowing his relationship to them, without knowing what work they do professionally, without knowing how much money they have or how much money he has. He is born a human and he comes with his basic rights of trusting humans for being human and for making him one of them in time, through what they all share, ‘life’ 🙂 

Then why through the years, these very core rights of his on humans needs to be earned back?! Why does he doubt intentions of others?! Why does he think twice and even thrice or several times before loving another human?! Why his vision of ‘trust’ gets restricted?! Why?! 

Life, never said to the soul that was born that ‘go and earn money, earn a name for yourself’.. Instead life said, ‘go and live me. Live me well.’ .. And ‘live well’ took into materials so deeply that the very core of his rights as a human, on other humans and on life itself, got blurred. 

Why would trusting another human beyond relationships be so hard?! Why would loving another human beyond defined boundaries be hard?! These are what we were born with, these are what we are made of! So why would we bring and build other humans differently?! 

Something .. At times .. 

A distressed mind, wrapped itself up in blankets of deep fear. Had a hard time falling asleep. The unfinished battles woke him up; nails to toe and he did breathe. 

Will I ever be able to face myself? Was the question that kept haunting him. Will I ever be able to come close to the smile that I thought was mine? Will I ever be the same me that I lost somewhere in time? 

Millions of questions. Even tens and millions of answers. The scrutiny of life, challenged paradoxically. He, could either survive or he could either live. He understood the difference and the power that he could choose. 

He picked the heart, he chose to live. Survival, the mind, then, surely had to take a backseat. 

You, the life

That awkward sensation of a touch, 

that feeling of being loved, 

that moment when your world collapsed, 

the burden of being lied; 

that process of breathing that you had to re-learn, 

that accountability that you had to burn, 

the roads that you had to stare, 

that journey which was fruitlessly despair; 

the sentence that broke your soul, 

the gifts that burned your clothes, 

that freedom that even you envisage, 

that glory that you would rather cultivate; 

the nation that you have always loved, 

the books that you have covered up; 

the writings that you have torn into pieces, 

the knowledge that you reuse to cliche; 

that body of yours, when it was criticised, 

that moment when your associations failed to divine; 

the dilemma that you breathe in, we all do; 

you’re the mother, the carrier of life, 

undeniably broken yet forgivingly new. 

He .. 

He, failed to keep his promise,

He, got promoted to the post of a director,

He, longed to see his ailing mother,

And he, promised to never fall in love. 
He, couldn’t tell anyone how he truly felt,

He, had to walk miles to feed his growing self,

He, learnt the art of ‘being strong’,

And he, forgot to close the chapters of worldly rights vs wrongs.
He, worried about his family finances, 

He, danced like a maniac at the party crisis, 

He, spoke nonstop all through the night,

And he, couldn’t tell anyone that he didn’t feel all right. 
He, did stare at the beautiful girl walk in,

He, didn’t give a damn to the winning cricket team, 

He, chased out a thousand worries from his head,

And he, spoke about everything but being well. 
He, wanted to cry out loud,

He, could feel his world collapse,

He, found it hard to play pretend being strong,

And he, quietly resigned to feeling depressed. 
He, became the subject of social issues,

He, made the world believe in strength, power,

He, held onto his glorious position of the provider,

And he, failed to frown at the losses of the flag bearer. 
He, let days pass, weeks pass and years go by,

He, wrote songs; he, wrote lullabies, 

He, sang with all his heart, 

And he, danced to the beats even when it didn’t make it to the charts. 
He, strengthened everything that was thrown at him,

He, rejoiced the fame,

He, parted with the image that chained his soul,

And he, became a victim of his own strength. 
He, renounced the world at several points in life,

He, was still held responsible for the mess,

While he, led the world into powerful visions, 

He, was still held accountable for the disdains.


She, died giving birth, 

She, got raped last night, 

She, questioned her salary,

And she, set her washing machine speed right. 
She, quit her job, 

She, mopped the floor,

She, did the dishes,

And she, folded her hands to pray. 
She, looked out of her window at the rising sun, 

She, poured coffee in her mug, 

She, picked the newspaper to read, 

And she, put on her lipstick for the world. 
She, packed tiffins for her clients, 

She, did the same for her kids, 

She, brushed her daughter’s hair,

And she, checked the market shares. 
She, picked up new dance moves, 

She, practiced a new scene, 

She, set her sails right, 

And she, checked her car gears for the night. 
She, crawled in bed next to her lover,

She, put the book aside, pulled her cover,

She, anticipated the money that he would give her,

And she, closed her eyes to let her body feel. 
She, knew she could make her choices,

She, didn’t know she had a choice, 

She, knew there were laws that would protect her, 

And she, didn’t even know she had a voice. 
She, ran independently; as though the world was her play ground,

She, walked watching her footsteps; as though she was being carefully watched. 
She, was fearless in her heart,

She, was timid in her soul,

She, was the woman, she, perhaps never wanted to be,

While she, was in all the women, she had ever known.