My baby boy is 3! It seems like yesterday, when we brought him home from the hospital.
This was my way of finding out what I am. Trust me, no one came to help me!
The more I throw myself out there, the more I end up analysing the "right" and "wrong" of it.
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.
Having been brought up in a typical Punjabi household, I was somewhat fearful of coming out to my father.
I wrote this at a time when I could only turn to the internet while I was coming to terms with my sexuality.
I miss her sometimes. It's like a sucker punch in one’s stomach.
How can I live blindly believing that things will actually get better, when I see nothing actually changing?
She's a straight woman, and take it from me, impossible love isn't as romantic as it sounds.
“Don’t cry now. Rage! Rage against the callous insensitivity of the system, my friend.”
I was walking down the street,
When an uncle did I meet,
He said, “O girl!
You are like a sweet pearl!
Almost everyday I hear and see people and friends around me use the terms 'gay', 'fag', 'faggot' in a criminal sense
Should I tell you that the poem was created because I am a girl and sometimes, I fall in love with girls and often, I write about them?