No


When he comes into your room and
Slam the door and
Ask you to strip
You get up and say
The only the thing
That has been
Running through your head
For a while now.
You say no,
And when his voice
They raise
You gather the voice of your courage
Your self respect
And the word No
Falls out your mouth
Like an asteroid
Creating a crater
On his manliness.
And he demands it again
And he demands that he’s your boyfriend,
Your fiance, your husband
He repeats that you have done it before
And it’s nothing new,
He repeats that you aren’t an angel and
You aren’t pure.
And then you put your hand
In front of you
In front of his face
In the direction of these forced words
And you say No
Because a No means a No
And it will always mean a No
There is nothing more lurking
In between those two letters
There is no monster hiding
Underneath the bed but
There is a monster,
There is one standing in between
You and him
And you sheild yourself with a No
Because you aren’t a slave
And your body is yours
And because a No means a No.


.

.

©The Rendezvous Club 2019

All Rights Reserved!

Advertisements

Second name

My mother stayed married

Just so that I can have a second name

But little did she know that

By doing so,

She’s betraying her name and

Sacrificing mine.


Hi guys, I am thinking about doing something new and I’m all excited. So I’ll be posting this short micro poems for a while and I really want to know if you guys like it or not so that i can take the next step with it. You guys have been immensely supporting me and I would like to know your views on this so that I can go crazy and do what’s in my mind😅.

India’s daughter


Every time an India’s daughter is born

Another one of it’s daughter is

Ripped out of her clothes and

Done things which she doesn’t even

Knew was possible,

Because these things shouldn’t be talked about.

Mothers thinks that it is not pious

To talk of these things.

Because mothers are scared of their daughters.

Because mothers asks daughters to shut up,

To not ask questions about these things,

They asks their daughters

To remove their lipstick

To keep quiet, to not react

Because their mothers

Told them exactly the same.

Each time an India’s daughter is born

Bharat Mata exiles one of her son.

Because he robbed her of her name’s Chasity and

One of his sister’s dignity.

”All Indians are my brothers and sisters”.

India apparently have goddesses,

But it’s so vain, because they never leave

Their temples, they’re rock, they died years back,

They never talk, they’re never asked to sit with

Their legs closed or midrifs covered.

India’s daughters weren’t goddesses,

They felt pain, every time they came into her.

Each time an India’s daughter is born

My mother cries, and kneels down to pray,

Asks me not to go out late, not to go out at all

Because India isn’t safe, not even in broad daylight

Because here a mob with a stick can strip a woman naked and

People will only blame her,

Saying that she was the one,

Who walked into the crowd.

India’s sons should know that

India’s mother isn’t happy every time he hails ‘Jai’ to her

Because her daughter’s lays in open pools of blood

With open legs and open screams and everyone is just watching.

This,

Is India.

And I don’t want to be

India’s next daughter.


.

.

©The Rendezvous Club 2019

All Rights Reserved!

Before I was dead

When I die

You’ll find my diary and

Written inside it’s pages

Are words that will make you

Despise me or love me

But either way

I’ll be dead and

I wish you would have

Read, loved or hated me

Before I was dead.


©14/03/19 The Rendezvous Club

All Rights Reserved!

Holes


The infinite number of days we’ve spent

Talking about the holes we have in each other

Making up plans to fill those holes,

Coming to a conclusion that,

Whatever darkness we both held

Can’t fill our holes because

Darkness leaves a void. . .

Then you gave me your hole and

I gave you mine and we became whole for a while

I never knew before that

Holes in two chest can be filled

If you just put one above the other,

But it just did, and the holes became whole

Until time came with light and

Two hearts parted, for the best.

That’s when I realized that

No one is whole, everyone is full of holes

And those holes never filled mostly because

Future intervened and the present

Slowly drifted into past!


.

.

17/01/19 © The Rendezvous Club

All Rights Reserved!

How are you all ?

Hi guys,

How are you all doing? How your 2018? And how is 2019 treating you?

My 2018 was actually very good. It was fun, I had some good times, something very wonderful time. But 2019 has not been so nice. What 2019 taught me so far is that you can’t be happy always. And that you don’t need a reason to be sad, it just happens. Holding up through sadness is hard but holding up makes you strong and it teaches you things and I hope I am learning the right lessons. I have so many poems in draft and I don’t feels like posting them or completing the poems I have half written.

So while going through all this the only thing that’s going through my mind is that, if someone else is going through the same I would love to help them too. It’s tough this is tough but it’s a phase we all go through isn’t it. So tell me guys how are you ? And is there something you all want to share then the comment box is all open for you? Comment the happy and the sad things you have encountered this 2019. Let’s share our happiness and sadness and help and love each other.

With lots of love

Adithya.

Why do goodbyes . . .

Why do we want people to stay

Only when they bid adieu ?

Why didn’t we want to hold them near

When we were their dear ?

Why do smiles fail and eyes talk

When we hear goodbyes ?

Why does something that starts

With a good feels this bad in our hearts ?

Why do we still stay there under the

Same tree in the rain, even though

Seasons changed so many times ?

Why did we feel as if we’ve parted

With our soul, when they’ve parted with us ?

Why do we hear their words

Incessantly echoing in our ears,

And our heartbeats stays the same ?

Why do goodbyes hurts this much ?

Why do some goodbyes hurts this much ?

.

.


© 28/10/18 The Rendezvous Club

All Rights Reserved!