I wonder how you feel right now,
In the arms of another comfort,
In tandem, resonant.
Parents and their need to embarrass their kids! But I guess I can’t complain. I got myself the nicer half of the deal; at least they’re accepting.
Whether I love doing drag, I am yet to figure.
In her eyes you see her story unfold,
With her eyes she stares right into your soul.
One look at Neha and Karan is besotted. Neha smiles but doesn’t look too happy. Karan flips through the book, reads the note and looks surprised.
The next Awadh Pride march will be held on 11th February, 2018. This will be my first pride and I hope to make it an unforgettable experience.
Every kiss of yours was touching my soul,
and the butterflies were giggling at our tryst.
Even today, very little has changed for the trans community. While the landmark Supreme Court judgment issued directives to central and state governments to institute policy changes, the central government has not issued uniform procedures or demonstrated accountability.
I go in
to hear your sing
from between your thighs.
With their outrageous and extraordinary personalities, drag queens show us how to be a bit extra without apology.
when the sun knocks on our windows
kissing our bodies
twirled in bedsheets
dancing to the tunes of morning joy
A faulty road surpassed by ghoul,
Where orange and grey masters rule,
Of an affinity towards a copper statue
Built in disguise in your greener side.
You never had the courage to give our relationship a name
It concerned you more if the world found out & never looked at you the same
The walk was organised by the Prayojan Kalyan Samiti, and made Dehradun the fourth Indian city to have its first ever Pride walk this year after Islampur, Bhopal and Lucknow.
Equality and privacy cannot be separated. Violate one, and you violate the other.
You never know what can inspire you to stop being a lost, lonely soul, bogged down by the bad, bad world.
At a table in the corner
Whirling her world in my cup
Cream still appears like a meaning
She said, had lost over the years
The waves of her desire
Gush at my feet on the shore
I long to seep away in the ocean
I long to go with her
Always comforted by binaries
So used to divisions of only Two
I found myself baffled when I
Entered the Ladies’ Room
And found a bunch of men
My pen and pain have become the same
Each thought of you
I scribble it down
Trying to write a story about ‘us’
These images feel heavy to me, difficult even- they represent a public queer Bombay that is still shedding its milk teeth, learning to channel its own power, struggling in more ways than one.