All my life I wrote about boys
But I looked at girls a certain way
Boys, I dated, yes, I did
But only girls managed to take my breath away
I wonder who I am now. Gay? Or did I think I was one. Am I Straight? Or did I learn to think that I am supposed to be someone over these eight years.
I want to kiss your scars till they close,
fold under your impossibly warm skin that turns freezing cold
as soon as the first hit of Delhi winter creeps under my quilt.
‘Slut’ is what I am supposed to feel like when I went for a routine check up to a doctor two days ago and was molested by him.
For all the love in my heart for him, I couldn't help but lift my guise.
About two years and four months into a new city, I have had a home in every person I have met.
Once upon a time you carried your heart on a sleeve
And now, the sleeve is shorter.
Above everything, you are a phone number.