If Only

If Only

"If only you'd been a son", is a statement many girls, especially in India, have the displeasure of hearing. This piece is a response from those girls, to the people that say and believe such things.

Hello’s and Goodbye’s: The End

Hello’s and Goodbye’s: The End

Goodbyes are strange things, bittersweet, if you will. They’re filled with the remnants of laughter and sweet memories made, but also the heartache of the distance to come. Sometimes when you say goodbye, you simply don’t know when you’re going to say hello again. So, to my loving Jelly Fam, until we meet again, here's goodbye.

Start Somewhere, Finish Something

Start Somewhere, Finish Something

While I’ve been gone for a few months, I really dealt with writers block, insecurities and a lot of misplaced emotions. This post includes a poem regarding how I felt, and the story of how I managed to over come it. This is something I believe can be useful to everyone, not just writers. Because we all have something we’re putting off, somewhere to start and something to finish.

Glass Walls

Glass Walls

Glass Walls are objects that enable us to see the world around us, but through a lens that makes it seem like the grass is greener on the other side. It distorts the view, until we think of ourselves as worthless. What are your Glass Walls?

Misunderstood

Misunderstood

When we make snap judgements based on first impressions, we view life like this picture - blurred. Sometimes a blurry picture can be beautiful too, but you will never know the full story until you make an effort and focus.

Forgotten Objects

Forgotten Objects

Disclaimer: This poem is specifically regarding catcalling and is in no means about anyone but those who cat call and make women - or any one - feel uncomfortable and worthless. It is however, from a woman's point of view as that is what I can truly attest to best.

Let Your Words Be Heard

Let Your Words Be Heard

In all of our lives, at some point, some one, has made us feel like our words and our opinions don’t matter. It’s a universal feeling of feeling unappreciated, unwanted and insignificant, so we apologize for caring and quickly catch ourselves before our opinions blurt them selves out! That needs to stop! My words matter and so do yours, let them be heard!