Author: Amrita Mallik

Toxic around, toxic within, People blame and attack, Right from birth you’re conditioned, No place can be yours, Although they belong to you, and you should care, Sacrifice and adjust should be your motto, Fly as long as you’re free, and permitted to do so. . Like the sand particle transforming into a shiny pearl,…

When I sit down thanks  write the mind drifts away, I cajole it to focus on the theme, but it audaciously refuses, The pending chores or those of the next day, suddenly gain limelight, And, then I get vexed, admonishing my elfish mind for troubling me, But, no, it doesn’t care, it doesn’t love me…

Victory is clichéd, you’ll say, I know, but let me try it differently. Let me see how can I pen down, My ideas about victory or triumph. . Two hands reject their grudges and differences, And merge themselves in a single dot, Celebrating achievements and sharing miseries, Thereby, ushering in the winning of humanity. .…

Under a different sky I wish to be born, Where the world is painted in love, No differences, no biases, no deliberate abhorrence, Set me free, O, Lord, and take me with You, I’ve heard You treat everyone the same, And, I wish to bloom like a pretty wildflower, Irrespective of where I’m planted, Smiling…

Trending keeps me hooked, It satisfies my ego, I feel overwhelmed, and I develop narcissistic streak. Everywhere then, I look for validation, Criticism, I can no more digest, In the pursuit of likes and pleasing comments, I neglect, rather reject, the daily and mandatory chores. Only if such trivial works like caring for the family,…

Far away from the home, Surviving the lockdown, Saudade is intensified, Desiring to be with dear ones, Though many have left unexpectedly, Further, escalating my feelings within. The memories bring me tears, Sadness or happiness doesn’t matter, The love that acted as a bridge, a soulful connect, Still remains with me, making me distracted.

Yuck! That red stain visible on the skirt is disgusting. Yet, the blood-stained handkerchief or a bib, On a riot-stricken road, doesn’t raise an eyebrow, As the crowd goes blind and scurries away. . What’s worse! The women themselves, Often the educated, that too, in science stream, Raise hue and cry over bloody talks and…

One queen steals the limelight, By hook or by crook she shall rule, Her vain vanity attracts many, Misusing her for their advantage, But, the poor narcissistic queen fails to cognise, And, drowns herself in chasing the winds. . Another queen lives off her husband’s money, Fanatically religious and doing endless charity, Yet, get the…

If you’ve so much faith in your colourful paper kite To fly with the air, high in the blue sky, While you tightly hold its reins in your hands, Imagine, setting your dreams and wishes free, Clutching on to the ground firmly below your feet. You’ll propel yourself to a place where even eagles dare,…

‘What’s the point of hard work?’ laments many. Hard work and desperate prayers bring no colours, No blooming of their progress they can witness, Although consciously ethical and morally upright. . The ignorant and little educated men are the rulers, Letting power and corruption win every time, Trampling on real education and making, Even the…

Born with a grisly naevus on the face, She became a burden on her family, For she wasn’t marriage material, And they lacked the money to sell her off. . Growing up she had been bullied and derided, Even the teachers didn’t spare her, Yet, something in her always burned, Never letting her succumb to…

Mace abound, customers perplexed, Definitely a destructive measure, How and what, you decide. But, don’t get overwhelmed witnessing the side-effects. From blackmailing to deceit, From betrayal to deliberate ignorance, From love and compassion to humility, A motley to choose from. Some are alluring, trapping you in a never-ending maze. Some batter souls, relishing the bloodshed…

I’m a Leo woman, so says my zodiac. I’m fiery, stubborn and a hard nut to crack. I’m also loyal and sensitive and yearn for the spotlight. I’m also pretty lazy and impatient. . Features are many, implications abound, I oscillate between this and that, But what happens when the lion is made to perform…