Easy, But is it Really?

As I grew up, it dawned upon me how easy it was.

It’s something that I could have never imagined,

Something that was beyond me and my mundane mind,

Beyond my heart that bled ignorance in the face of this complexity.

It is the truth, however,

A truth that snapped me out of my naïve reveries,

Crashing down the utopia that I had envisioned for myself,

That woke me up from my dreams that were oh so pleasant.

Perhaps that is why people warn you,

It is better to brace yourself for this jolt,

Seeming impossible at first to ever occur,

But catching you off-guard soon after.

It is hard to accept the flood,

The crashing waves disguised as human emotions,

The devastation and havoc they subject you to,

And the after-effects of it that affect you forever.

But this realization is not all bad after all,

What harm is it to know the ways of the world?

It is good, actually, to be washed away with the current,

And return to the shore as the conqueror of the seas.

As I grew up, it dawned upon me how easy it was.

How easy it was to trust the wrong people,

To break your walls and struggle to build them after,

To conceal streams of tears with an insincere smile.

But as I grew up, it also dawned upon me how easy it was.

How easy it was also to break trust,

To make mistakes, you don’t know how to mend,

To repent actions, you don’t know how to undo,

To be guilty of words, you don’t know how to take back.

So, what is hard after all, if both sides of the coin are not?

It is a question the answer to which is known by each person,

A piece of knowledge all humans are born with,

A truth that is universally known, but seldom acknowledged.

But as I grow up,

I learn to change this definition of easy,

Change the mockery of humanity that it entails,

Try to save a bruised conscience along with a billion others.


Light the matchstick
Let it burn as you hold it
Let the flame travel downwards
Just let it go a little longer.

Feel the fire burn your fingertips
And the heat melt your skin
Let the pain consume every part
As the fire devours you.

The yellow and orange
Turns you brown and grey
The majesty of the flame
Reduces you to ash and decay.

But as the fire picks its pace
As bones and muscles slowly disintegrate
The fire reaches your ego
Buried deep within.

You expect it to burn it slow
Taking its merry time
Killing and destroying you eventually
Leaving no trace behind.

But as soon as it reaches the ego
It’s like gasoline has been poured
The fire rages suddenly
Spreading like it never did before.

You feel your walls falling
The toxicity of your own self crumbling
Your superiority complex shattering
And your insensitivity vanishing.

As every inch of your ego is burnt
You come back to your senses
Your eyes see clearer
Realising it wasn’t you, but your ego which was highly flammable.

Now you rush to save yourself
Valuing the new you, by fire resurrected
And as you put out the fire
You think; to extinguish something, it needs to burn first.

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If I Told You

If I tell you to close your eyes
If I tell you to stop yourself from listening
If I tell you to believe the sweet lies 
If I tell you it’s no use speaking, 
Would you listen?
If I tell you to let go 
If I tell you to sing loud 
If I tell you to lie low 
If I tell you to stand out in the crowd, 
Would you trust me? 

If I tell you to hold my hand 
and tell you to tread together on any path 
If I tell you that beyond the bend there is no land 
and tell you hence the road is just a blood bath, 
Would you come? 

I know you won’t answer right away 
maybe you will, but it’ll be a yes of humor devoid of sincerity,
It will make me doubt if forever you’d stay 
but I know you will, yet it’ll hold true only if the journey will be one of comfort and familiarity. 
So yes; you would listen, trust and come with me, 
maybe along the way our hearts grow even fonder. 
But alas! I know this is only possible in theory 
and we’re not meant to go together into the unknown yonder.

Little Pieces of a Bigger Puzzle

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a drop of water in the sea
a grain of sand on the beach
a blade of grass in the meadow 
you and me, in this world.

a strand of hair in a head of luscious curls
a thread of fabric from a t-shirt 
a pinch of salt in the ocean
you and me, in this world.

a note of music in a song 
a petal of a flower in the park
a second in a day of dozens of hours
you and me, in this world.

we are all incomplete
complete, yet lacking in a sense so oblique 
one is nothing without the other, 
and all together they are everything.

piece by piece the universe is made
with everything being a part of something bigger 
like pieces of a puzzle, these gently fit,
and hence form the bigger picture.

these small things are made for greatness 
after all, without one right brick, the highest castles may collapse
and everyone’s purpose of existence is bigger than they’ll ever know,
it is us, these pieces who, little by little, make the greatest puzzles.

Intersectional Feminism

What does intersectional feminism actually mean? | IWDA

“Intersectionality is about fighting discrimination within discrimination, tackling inequalities within inequalities, and protecting minorities within minorities.”

The world we live in can be best described as beautiful chaos- one of entanglement, overlapping, entropy, divergence, and convergence- all together at the same time. However, that being said, everyone on this Earth is also familiar with the fact the most marvelous inventions and discoveries are born from the womb of this very chaos. One term that captures this phenomenon of the various overlapping and diverging-converging factors in humans and the general world scene is intersectionality. Ironically, this term is also a product of the concept it defines. Defined by the Oxford Dictionary under the subject Sociology, intersectionality is “the interconnected nature of social categorizations such as race, class, and gender, regarded as creating overlapping and interdependent systems of discrimination or disadvantage; a theoretical approach based on such a premise.”

First coined by Kimberle Crenshaw in her paper in 1989, this term gained momentum in the 1990s when more and more people started resonating with what this term encapsulated. However, when we talk about the coinage and popularisation of this term, we must also delve into the topic of the context of its usage. Well, Crenshaw used intersectionality as a prefix with another highly popular term, feminism. Feminism is defined as the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of equality of the sexes. When the term ‘intersectional feminism’ is used, it refers to a state in which women’s rights are advocated for keeping in mind the different overlapping struggles and situations faced by women to ensure a more strategic, representative, and fair chance at equality for every female. This ensures that every woman gets access to a level-playing field and that disadvantage at a certain aspect doesn’t accumulate with her struggle for equality and pushes her further back into the oblivion of fruitless struggle.

The Feminist Movement formally took off in the Seneca Falls Convention of 1848 and is referred to as the first ‘wave.’ This wave focused on women’s suffrage rights and granting equal legal status to the female gender. The consequent second and third waves demanded cultural equality, freedom from the stereotypes of gender norms, and gender role abolition; working upon the criticisms faced by the first two waves and continuing fighting for these rights respectively. However, within the Feminist Movement itself, the women of color, indigenous women, and broadly all non-white women associated with feminism and the movement criticized the same accusing the movement of being racist and colonial. It was an understood fact that within this discrimination faced by women, the above-said women faced greater discrimination and struggle in winning basic rights than their comparatively privileged counterparts. With these debates, discussions, and deliberations rising internally in the feminist community, the fourth wave came about- Intersectional Feminism, one that aimed at separating itself from ‘White Feminism’.

Since its official commencement in the 1990s and 2000s, many feminists have shifted from describing themselves as ‘feminists’ to ‘intersectional feminists.’ With several movements like BLM (Black Lives Matter), ALM (Asian Lives Matter), etc. breaking barriers to be heard globally making news, the issue of racial, societal, cultural, and economic chains acting out in the feminism scene and providing a major drawback to them is being widely recognized and talked about. If one is to talk about the contemporary situation keeping intersectionality in mind, one will conclude that there is a line of division that has been drawn between the conservatives and intersectional feminists, wherein the conservatives claim that intersectionality is the ‘highest form of victimization.’ However, the modern intersectional feminists are unfazed by this labeling of them and are raising their motto of ‘The future is female and intersectional’ with pride. Thus, like every popular movement aimed at bringing about revolution and change, this movement is receiving its fair share of applause and criticism as well.

Apart from its pioneer Kimberly Crenshaw, there are many other well-known faces associated with this movement. These range from the host, actress, and YouTuber Franchesca Ramsey to the globally known actress Emma Watson and the actress cum philanthropist Rosaria Dawson.

To conclude, my thoughts on this movement are that if this approach is to work, women and men all across the globe first have to fathom the depth of the systemic disadvantage faced by certain women and the ones who do not have to deal with this vicious cycle of disadvantage have to recognize their privilege and stand up for the ones who are stuck in this cycle. Cooperative and supportive gameplay is the only solution to winning this battle, first within this movement and then against the world to claim equal rights. Thus, I would like to end with the words of Kimberle Crenshaw, “If you see inequality as a ‘them’ problem or ‘unfortunate other’ problem, that is a problem.”

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Goodbyes are Not the End

You left, without a word of goodbye,

Maybe what I said wasn’t enough

If I said I don’t think about the farewell you bid often all I’d say was a lie,

Not knowing how you are makes life so rough.

You smiled when you were happy,

Cried when you were sad,

But now it’s time time to get up again and let your heart be merry,

And make from yourself for happiness a deserved demand.

Come back, don’t go without due goodbyes,

Don’t go like a sun that set before the night was,

Turn into strength all your cries,

Don’t let yourself be for love at a loss.

Keep your head up, continue the grind,

Let all your fears transform into your strength,

You are the only one who can help yourself in adversity, hope find,

And only you can do that by promising yourself to go till any length.


Hello readers! Posting after very long. Hope this poem helps all the people who are lost or lacking motivation get up again and find their path!

Rainy Days- The Best Days


Hello lovely readers! I am back after a break with some new content for you all! Hope you all have been well!

The whole month of August in India is the highlight of monsoon, as the whole month is categorized under this season which is in contrast to the latter days of July and early days of September. Being an August-born myself, that too on an occasion when the heavens threw open their floodgates to commemorate my arrival, rain and rainy days hold a special place in my heart. I always wanted to put these thoughts into words and could finally do it thanks to a speaking assignment at school. I hope you all enjoy this short piece about why, according to me, rainy days are the best days.


Tiny droplets hit the thirsty earth,
Putting diamonds to shame with the purity of their shine,
Each crack and crevice is penetrated to give birth,
To the little saplings and plants that preserve our lives’ line.

There is a different kind of beauty that the earth proudly shows off on a rainy day. The comforting dark spell that the clouds bring along is in stark contrast to the normal adjectives associated with the dark which are often unpleasant. However, there is a homely feeling to this dark that reminds us of the raw intimacy shared among different forces of nature. Like a mother, the skies shower their children on land with droplets of water, nourishing them to nourish us. Each drop of water is a piece of art in itself, right from its shape to the sound it makes when it touches the land. Nature doesn’t fail to please each and every sense of the human body- sight, hearing, touch, taste and even smell- with the universally adored petrichor accompanying a generous shower. And who can forget the delicacies that are a must whenever there is rain? From Maggi noodles to onion fritters, gulab jamuns to warm tea and coffee; one can relish them all. Apart from these factors that made me fall in love with rain, there also exists a spiritual connection that I share with it. On the day of my birth, it rained cats and dogs. Streets were flooded, cars stuck, people drenched and traffic static. It was a day when the rain took over from the Sun and I always love to imagine that this happened so that the rain Gods could give me a generous welcome! Thus, rain and I go way back. Therefore, in conclusion, I can say this without a second thought- rainy days are the best days.


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The One and Only, Our mother earth

June 7, 2021

The one who gave us the incredible birth,
we selfishly slewed and took away it’s life.
Are we precisely inhumane to be called humans?
As it is not merely wrong, but a sinful crime.
To mourn on the one, who gave us the momentous life.

The bluish sky,
we madly polluted, for our luxuries.
Are we vaguely uneducated to be called educated?
As it is not entirely wrong, but an immoral crime.
To choke the one, who gave us air to breathe.

The greenish shade,
we constantly slashed, for our cruelness.
Are we blindly insensitive to be called sensitive?
As it is not fairly wrong, but an erring crime.
To scratch the one, who gave us vegetation to eat.

The ravishing rivers,
we stupidly diluted, for our fun.
Are we infinitely careless to be called careful?
As it is not entirely wrong but an unholy crime.
To contaminate the one, who gave us water to drink.

The one and only, our mother earth,
we constantly vandalizing and left alone to heal.
Are we extremely unloving to be called beloved?

As it is not absolutely wrong, but a dreadful crime.
To kill the one, who gave us our mesmerizing existence.

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Tanupreet Kaur

Tanupreet Kaur was born and brought up in New Delhi, India. She graduated her bachelors in arts and is a published writer along with the certification in Creative Writing, German Language and Desktop Publishing.
As she didn’t grow up having role models, she grew up amidst places and people she wouldn’t describe as ideal but nonetheless she bloomed into her own person. She has been writing since 2016 to achieve the expression of her life and finding solace. She started this journey with writing quotes firstly, then poetry and finally short stories.


Contributors’ Week 2.0

June 5, 2021

On the occasion of World Environment Day, our website has taken the initiative of inviting creative bits from the talented writers from all around the world to raise their voices against exploitation of nature. These contributions have been compiled into the Contributor’s Week with the theme being ‘Nature’s Wreck.’

To kick start the week, the first contribution is by our Administrator, Lukshita Nayyar.

Nature’s Wreck

As soon as a child is born,

Her first lesson is how to love her mother,

The bond forged thus is very tough to be torn,

And it is even tougher to make a stronger bond another.

But the biological relationship of a child and her creator,

Is not the only one which must be propagated since birth,

Because it is this child herself who becomes her mother’s perpetrator,

Not her biological mother though, but the Terra she is born on for whom she has of love severe dearth.

The survival of the ultimate love of a mother and her child,

Is unimaginable without the existence of the Mother Earth,

And even though the thought of considering soil, leaves and oceans one’s mother seems very wild,

But reflection on her gifts of air, water and land make one realise her importance’s girth.

Yes she is the giver of all life,

A selfless provider with no ulterior motives,

But are her children as selfless as her with problems like existence of extreme internal strife?

The answer is a big NO as we have scarred her with of hate and harm’s explosives.

Yes it is us, her own children who have brought her down on her knees,

Exploited all that she had and more without offering of compassion any cheque,

Taken all the forests, animals and seas,

And we are the ones responsible for her dying state- for nature’s wreck, our mother’s wreck.


As a world citizen, I urge all readers to contribute their bit towards the environment by pledging to not overuse, waste or exploit the resources provided by Mother Nature. We are her children and it is our responsibility to care for her till we can.