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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Sunday, August 07, 2011


I call out to Gods,
Save me from the ‘forever’
Don’t you resurrect me,
For I am not yours to do that.

I do not ask for your reflection inside me,
Nor Thy ‘holy’ spirit’
For your promises stay fictitious.

Your clawed hands scar me,
The dark ages had it right.
They cut me open wide,
You are but a poser, the false prophet yourself.
You create and then abandon,
annihilate everything like a sadist
And then you send prophets,
Who make justifications for your faux pas….
And exalt you…

A Poem Written sometime in 2006/2007  so pardon the sentiments
Currently listening to: Dory Previn
Currently reading: Gora, Rabindranath Tagore and  Collected Short stories: Ruskin Bond
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