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!



Imagine there’s no border

Its easy if you think,

Nothing to divide and rule for,

And no such news which makes you sink,

Imagine all the people dying to let us live!


Imagine there’s no money

Its easy to live if you try,

Nothing to bridge gaps between people,

And tears that all share and cry,

Imagine all the people defining humanity and life!


You may say its all a dream,

But why not we dream this together,

I hope we bring this all alive,

And knit a world in which we live all together!


Imagine no fears,

Its possible if we can,

No need for living in isolation,

A brother to each man,

Imagine all the people living like we dreamt of!


You may say its all a dream,

But why not we dream this together,

I hope we bring this all alive,

And knit a world in which we live all together!


# This poem has been inspired from the very famous Song Imagine by John Lennon!


She saw something following her,

Looked behind and she knew it was it,

Her fears that gave her horrors!


The fears instilled in her,

From the time she kept her first step down,

Confined and suffocated inside the four walls!


The ruthless-merciless world waiting for her,

It was a stranger for a new being,

The world she thought she would conquer!

Trekking her path,

Intense did her breath breathe,

The oceans inside her she had to swim- the cyclone on the outside waiting!


But she was determined,

To chase the fears following her,

To conquer the unconquerable!


Nothing was stopping her,

Why can’t she move as she feels…

Only because thats a “she?”

Period?… Period!

Bleed, Bleed , Bleed, Bleed,

And bleeds with her-her self esteem!

Bleed,Bleed, Bleed, Bleed,

And bleeds with her-her every dream!


Day and Night to pity her,

Those dreadful days? Ha! You are the ones who still make her work!

And a sigh when she comes to her office, school or college!

But with a smile she will still acknowledge.


Situations made awkward at every moment,

“She will not be able to shift her chair” Ever ready to give those cliched comment!

So what if she PMS’s ? A day or two that affects,

What about the rest 28, in times you make her life wrecked?


And don’t you forget,

the girl you mock upon symbolises

the power of eternity,

The symbol of the nature,

her flamboyance,

To show her virtue, her feature!


So, Let her “stayfree”, and “whisper” it to all,

Its not a big deal to be pitied upon,

We girls and women, are strong and say,

“ We are incomparable, don’t you find reasons to push us down,

We are Invincible, Sorry if that gave you that frown!”


Through my black holes,

and the pits that lay dark,

I was not to succumb,

i was not to back down…


Through the clutches of desires,

fighting each circumstance,

i know i may waver,

i may get lost…



I know i am unconquerable,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul!

I am Invictus!


Invictus inspires me… I have written this poem, taking inspiration from a short Victorian poem by William Ernst Henley in 1885 named Invictus…

This is the original poem…



Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeoning of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.