Preeti S Manaktala

The beads and chains, Of custom and tradition, The inking of my face, The branding, in your name; Will not ground me! Rebellious my eyes Resolute my lips, My longing to escape. Surrounds me! My freedom, beyond fretters, I shall find. And I shall flee. Confined I am not. Tethered I may be! The earth […]

it was an October noon the sun was glowing bright tranquil breeze whizzed frizzy dry leaves that had tumbled down, rustled, perhaps whispering about me; the cloudless sky shined not a touch of a creamy dollop, the old rustic waiting room unoccupied,   I sat under its thatched roof the cobbled path ahead  stared back, […]

Her bones turned into ashes, And dipped into sacred Ganges, Yet, her soul is hung around, For her ashes to turn into fire and to burn the juvenile delinquents. Wating for the judgment where the crime was a treat to the sinners  and she being the offender. Waiting for the end of the demonish acts, […]