I am a woman beautiful and divine
Born to live my life with integrity and not to be undermined.
I am a soul
As pure as the driven snow
Filled with plethora of mixed emotions
Emotions of elation and emotions of dejection
Emotions of adornment and emotions of rejection
And emotions of feminism and that of sexism.
I am that creature of God
Who is bound to stay confined in the nutshell made by this society
Yes the society which tries to describe me
Yes the society I need to follow
The society which is so hoggish and
The society I always need to think of.
It punctures my heart
When I get my hair trimmed shorter and shorter
Because people tell me that
It gives me more of a “masculine” look than feminine and
If the strip of my transparent bra is visible in that cocktail-blue off shoulder top
It gives them a chance to slander against my character.
I get irked when I am pointed out to wear that tight jeans and
Short skinny dress which barely covers my body
I feel as if these people are my guiding light
As if they have the right to judge me
Or as if those big fat aunts and uncles paid the price for it.
I belong to that section of the society which menstruates
And I am proud of it
But we are the ones who are closed down to enter into temples during these days.
I fizzle out that are we living in the contemporary world or
The ancient times when these retrogressive practices were followed?
A part of me belongs to the society
Where talking about sex is demeaning but raping an innocent girl is perfectly fine.
Where raising our voice against atrocity is fatal
But enduring that maltreatment is not at all brutal.
Well, dear world !
I have something to say so please listen to me!
I am not a slave to any man
Nor am I any sort of object to give you worldly pleasures
I am not here to impress you against my will
Nor am I waiting for you to define me because
I know that I am actually not so easily defined.
You have to use paradox for simile
And oxymorons for pun
I am a woman who will break my own shackles of peonage
Irrespective of what you percept about me.
My blossom soft neon pink lips and
Velvety eyelashes aren’t here to catch your eyes
It’s here to catch my own.
So tomorrow when you see me walking down that modal town lane,
Please remember that the sway in my hips,
The stride of my heels,
The curls in my hair
And the bounce in my steps-
You did not give them the meaning
I did it because I bleed rainbow colors.