The Beige Wall

This poem has been written from the perspective of a girl who lives in a toxic environment, which prioritises men over women. She simply expresses her agony in this poem, and wants to triumph over this discrimination. The Men in My House The men in my house, Are considered as heroes. They are superior to us; And shall not be treated less than God. The men in my house, Order their wives, They suppress them... To show off their masculinity. The men in my house, Don’t eat their wives’ earnings But are generous enough to accept dowry. Because they’re accepting someone else’s daughters. The men in my house Didn’t cry when their mother died. Because, they say, they’re strong. They’re not those melodramatic women. The men in my house Teach their sons, to rule over women. And bring wives, who won’t speak back to them... They ask their sons not to hide behind their wives’ ‘pallus’. The men in my house, Look for rich men, to wed their daughters. Son-in-laws, to ta...

There are so many things in life, that we leave behind us and forget about them. There are certain chapters of our or our loved one's life that we want to witness and open those abandoned doors of memories again... The Forgotten Memento Last night, I found the keys, To the abandoned almirah... I spared no moment And unlocked that rusty piece of iron. The door opened with an icing of dust. I gave myself a minute to adapt, Before I started exploring The inside of that mystery. Out of all beautiful oldies, The cardboard box on the uppermost shelf captured my attention. It was a little-out of my reach. I stood on my tiptoes and pulled that box out. The box fell on the floor, Scattering all the scrap outside. I sat down and patted on a brown scrapbook, clearing the dust away. On opening it, I found, on the first page, a picture. It didn't even take me a moment more To realise, it was my mother. A smile struck the corner of my lips As I saw that little gir...