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I Come From A Place

I come from a place

Where it didn’t matter

If I wanted to drive the bullet like a queen

Or Just take off to unknown destination

With a bunch of strangers


I come from a place

Where it didn’t matter

Whether my midriff was seen

Because of my sari draping style

Or due to my boldness in flaunting a bikini


I come from that place

Where a sister could

Sassily enter her house at one in the night

But her brother was beaten up

For the same

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I come from a place

Where it didn’t matter

Whether I am pure or not

As long as I am good companion

To spend life with

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I come from that place

Where the female fan following

Is a few millions more

Than their male counterparts

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I come from a place

Where, these days

A gang of guys unknowingly

Have juicier tit bits

In comparison

To their girlfriends

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I come from a place

Where at times all of this

Seems like fiction

& the reality is hidden

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Beyond Imagination

The black ribbon took away

                   Her Sight

The chained feet restricted 

                  Her movements

The silver tape didn’t allow

      Her to scream

The ropes had cut marks all over

Since they couldn’t handcuff her imagination

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Etched in My Mind Forever

Now after twenty year, the only thing I remember

About my first international trip was playing for hours

Together with a cute Chinese girl at an amusement park

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Recently while looking at my board's mark sheet

The only thought that came to my mind

Were the love messages scribbled on the exam desk

Those that were distracting enough

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The other day,I recollected the bungalow's colour

Down the street, but I still can't picture

The fragile glass building that took it's place

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Being all of eight then, those vivid images of

A murder taking place in front of my eyes 

Still runs in my mind, at times

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Trains always remind me about listening to Hrithik's songs 

On the walkman, way back in the early 2000's

During the entire seventy two hours of the journey

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None of these moments were captured

Maybe that's why they are

Etched in my mind forever

Never to be erased

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His Voice Changed It All

It really didn't matter to me, for the longest time I guess

Until that day his calm and composed voice fell on my ears

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No! He wasn't comforting me

I hadn't seen him till now

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This was way back in early 2000's when late night shows had become a thing

I still remember shedding tears every night just to listen his one line

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Aha! How I miss those times,

When it really didn't matter to us how the person sitting far away

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In that studio room looked,

Was he fair or dark?

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Will he have a smiling face, just like his soothing voice?

Or will he give me attitude when I meet him?

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I used to get jealous when he would crack a joke or two

With the female callers

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Sometimes I would just dial the radio station's number from my dad's phone

But the call never got connected

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Then over time, his voice faded away

And I got busy with my life

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Till one day I bumped into his Instagram account

Life hasn't been the same anymore

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