Why not?… And needn’t be!

Why not I come back home late?

And needn’t answer all questions asked for doing so…

If boys are allowed to hangup with their friends so late,

And when asked… “We went for a late night show!”?


Why not I wear that dress?

And needn’t change them as they ask me to do…

If boys can come out in their knickerbockers, shirtless,

Me wearing sleeveless is unacceptable, boys in that look cool?


Why not I get a tattoo?

And needn’t take permission for getting one…

When my brother was not even questioned once,

And me to not have a tattoo… is that even done?


Why not I spend my money on myself?

And needn’t tell all where I earned all that from…

when a boy can spend his parents money on girls,

a new girl which he brings every month!


Why not I roam about freely in those streets?

And needn’t fear that someone might chase me…

When that same boy is not asked by his parents what he was upto,

But the girl is accused that it was all her fault, What an analogy!


Is that all you talk about equality?


Then why not have shame on us…

And needn’t give any excuses for it,

When can’t we stand up together to fight for the cause,

And make a society that together we knit?


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Yesterday once more!

Never had thought that it will be so difficult to accept that I will move out of my school in just about four months… Today was so difficult to sit down and pen down few words on my school journey- This is a poem I wrote for all my friends, my teachers and all who made me what I am today!



Amidst the memory lane I try to walk down,

I sit and cry and laugh out,

From what I were to how I grew,

Its the journey I had set in this school!


From the happiest days to the ones I dreaded the most,

From the secret letters and songs we wrote,

When I remember these…

I owe it all to my friends and foes!


From my best friends to those who made me know,

Life isn’t what I thought of, there are highs and there are lows,

I maybe not what others want me to be,

But they were always there to see me grow!


From a girl who hated attending school,

To the one who looks forward for every working day,

How shall I tell myself-

My friends and teachers and all who I know… have always been there!


How I enjoyed moments of joy and regret,

From student politics to the petty, lame fights,

And discussing the latest memes and jokes we owned,

And bunking classes because my friend won’t feel right!


All day chattering and blaming the course so lengthy,

Promising that we would start studying right today,

To facing each other and laughing the next day,

And texting each other evening long, planning travelling together from Venice to Noway!


From the exam preparation to calculating marks for the extra mark to pass,

From discussing amongst our friends to how to face the teacher in the class,

And the Day of our lives when our parents arrive,

The day when all our future’s decided- Trust me how we face this D-Day of our life!


How can I miss the songs we sing all day,

From ABBA to Pink Floyd and Knocking on heavens door,

One song which we sing today and will make me miss these memories we made,

Its surely “Yesterday once more!”


-Radhika Mishra


Broken armour!

Like a spring she launched! With all the pressure we confined her… She conserved those and with the thrust she moved way above what we imagined!

With the broken armour which we attacked on… She learnt to fight the worse! Now she is invincible… Try breaking her!

With all the charge she thunders! The same charge through which we tried controlling her! Now she is unstoppable… Try coming her way!

With broken petals that we peeled off… She learnt to withstand the adverse! Now she blooms with broken petals! Try touching her!

She knows her beauty! She knows her strengths now!  She knows she is unstoppable… she is more than what you know!  She is prepared now…! Now she will give it back to you!


She was pressed within the creases of life,

She was sewn into the fabric of the society,

She was driven into deep lies,

She was lied on the truth of her existence!

She was broken, she was tied, she was helpless, she was right!

She then jumped- on what burdened, she then crossed- on all her hurdles, she then passed- on what to reach, she then reached- what she had to achieve!

All this time that she carried the mountains of burden… Was what she had to achieve!

Thanks society for pushing her to make that leap!

The Element

Meticulously woven senses resides in the prosperous,
Revisits the opulent side of it,
Where the lack refuses the jouissance,
That element!

The appetence for the grail beyond avarice,
Blinds the avidity proliferating within,
Where the sanity hankers for that burgeoning passion,
Invites that element!

Purpose of thy entity is to ferret about for that element,
The sole architect to liberate thou from the grind,
Where one concedes to his veiled gusto,
Grows to be the unconquerable doyen!

The pellucid consciousness will thus reflect,
Enumerating the relinquishments,
Of consigning thyself to the refining of that element,
To find you coalescing with thy true self!

Astray Mind

Upon the crossroads of tussles,

Strikes the lightening of agony,

Virulent the question destroys,

The mindfulness!


Ferocious hounds consume the ability,

The direction waivers its destination,

Upon that nimbus that halos the mind,

Lets the comportment depart. 


Rendered by the hands-

powers that thou operates,

Struck by the strident voices,

Sibilant consciousness numbs the sanity!


Grounds crack upon the veneer,

Visages slithers past thy needs,

Folks and lords camouflage their roles,

But the neurotic sense knows it all!


A puppet conforming to thou master,

Master wrecking each modicum of thy resilience,

Let thyself assuage from clutches of such marionettist,

Let this persona regain its mind!

What is beauty?

On being asked this question by my teacher, it really made me think that we define beauty on a very shallow basis!

Many of us will still define it to be: Not the physical beauty but the inner one!

Even i was trapped under the same definition… But on questioning myself on this very question i came up with this…

” Beauty is an echo of your comeback after a setback! Its how beautifully you handled yourself through the difficult times and brought yourself to a stage you are known for!”

Everybody faces a challenge and a difficult time- its a part and beauty of life… But some surrender and some take it as a challenge to make it their move and have that beautiful comeback!

Whats your move?

Washed sands

Cool winds gushing past,

Stroking strands of hair,

Massaging the face,

Peaceful and serene waves wash through the legs.


Footprints i leave as every step I move ahead,

Wet sand imprints my footstep,

Waves of beauty wash it along and

When I turn back I see a new trail of that sand…

As if as fresh and virgin!

Learn to live life that way,

Every situation be welcomed as these winds massaging your face and soul,

Every circumstance be as the stroke to your hair,

Every difficulty be that peaceful and serene wave setting a new trail for you!


Learn to let yourself free,

Let the nature wash your difficulties as the waves did to the previous set of your footprints!

Let destiny do what it destined,

And see the beauty of your life!


Tick tock – tick tock,

Runs you past,

With it you run the cycle of life,

Born and die and reborn!

Tick tock – Tick tock

Chases your worth,

With it you spend and make a name,

It can even churn you in the cycle of the search!


Time can bring you down-

To your knees,

Time can build you up-

Heights you reach!

Time can smoke you out-

Drain and saturate,

Time can lave you free-

Opportunity knocks and goes… you still await!


Time can be a tough game-

Each second values worths,

Time can be a rough game-

Seconds, minutes you curse!


It will keep on ticking-

Tick tock – Tick tock,

Its upto you if you want to stand out-

Or be the part of the flock!


Play wise and keep to every second pass by,

Live your life- not someone else’s…

Don’t just keep counting and let your life pass you by!


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The day… I was told!

Younger times, years ago,

My father told me to do something all remember, which they don’t know…

these days and nights which i must reap,

I’ll work on it when all sleep!


He said, make your life to remember,

make no-one forget these,

select your moment and,

make them live free!


Days, minutes, years passed by,

maybe i couldn’t do anything in this time i got…It questions me,

where are these days i worked for?

Where does it take me?


Maybe i will someday make these days come alive ,

which i will remember and tell my father about…

but the years that passed by,

reminds me only of the moments that my father told me!!


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