Maya Visai

We don't have to hold hands and watch the solitary reaper sing in Scotland  Let's play Raja Sir with the windows open and fairy light on the curtains We don't have to Wake up to The northern lights in Alaska  Let's stargaze and look at the moon from our terrace We don't have to eat pancakes and chocolate sauce for Breakfast Scrambled eggs, crispsy Dosa and sambar would do.  we don't have to Dance around the streets with lanterns around the corner Let's walk around our garden in PJs and take a deep breath  We don't have to watch the Sunrise Together, I'll watch the rise alone More Glad if you aren't an early riser, gives me my morning time to myself We don't have to Always write poetry Let's do sticky notes or drop a Message.  We don't have to visit the Eden Garden Let's have one of our Own and Thrive in it.  We don't have to drive to theatres frequently Let's catch up with the 9pm Romedy now, everyday ?  Okay Maybe every o...

  So, So. The Word Period is still being whispered. Because there’s blood, there’s crime, there’s sin? Appreciate the new found effort to make it sound like ‘Hey, it’s a Normal Thing’. Glad. Glad There’s acceptance. But How much? Whether part of it or whole of it? Well, this is not one of the ‘Educating’ about Period Piece. This is a collection of BEAUTIFUL Thirteen-Year-olds and their Bloody Struggle. I Would like to call it ‘The Bloody Song’ or ‘Awkward Hide it from the boys moments ‘. One Fine Day in School A bunch of strangers drop in Fancy covers in hand The early teens were called in Nah, not the boys, just the girl Shhhh. It’s a secret.   Let us not share it with the boys Or so we were told. It was the bloody company And their fancy Hygiene and Educating the girl child promotion stunt But the fancy cover of goodies nevertheless was cute But we had to hide. Hide it from the creepy boys  and their awkward giggles So Breathe, the day is over.   Rose didn’t turn...

Woman, I believe in you ! You're Fierce and strong  You have a captivating charm Fight for all that you ever wanted With all your might  Fight for all your desires  That was Ignited before Woman, I look up to you ! You're Bold and empowering  Vested with the power of tempest  Your spirit is fearless They create raging thunders, so Work hard and shine bright Like the diamond in the sky Woman, I trust you ! You're brave and kind  Worry not about the momentary pause  You just need some passionate air  Breathe ; Be the oxygen to your fire  Keep burning, keep thriving  Coz we are done surviving Woman, I admire you ! Your vibe is Hot and enthralling  You can make empires flare And build another flourishing one  You have got it all in you  Keep moving, keep pushing  Remember, one step at a time  Woman, I Love You ! You're Wise and Calm You're Savage and Storm. Take pride for all that you're Never let your guard down...

Why is everyone  obsessed with clearing the clouds ? All the clouds that are hanging above our head. Grey clouds, black clouds, white clouds and what not. There's a dire need to clear the clouds and  to see the bright sky which is nothing but a scatter of light. Is it because that the clouds are just tiny droplets of vapour and in our reach, whereas the sky is magnificent and far beyond ? Or is it because the humankind always strides to reach greater limits ? Only the limits never exist.   What has happened to breathing and surviving ? A moment for ourselves and to just look up at the stratus, cirrus and cumulus and nothing else. Is it because they are not fancy enough to give us the distortion of reality that we always crave for ? To all the questions above, the answers could be many but definitely subjective. But if there's a universal piece of word, this would be it.  "Sometimes its okay To not clear your clouds For you may have too many Its okay to...

Love is deep, It has no codes It is a scream of Joy  And an Ocean's calm  Warmth of a hug  And tranquility of space  Shades of grey  And some white  Breath of the Aura, Satisfying and Everlasting Or atleast the hope of it.