Travel. Stories. Poetry.
I work and work till my hands get sore,My back breaks and my neck aches.In the end, all we get is one meal a day.Don't act surprised, you know this is our way. Oh, come to our slum and see.We don't have the luxury to go on a debate spree.Upper caste, lower caste, rules are... Continue Reading →
✨Twenty Eighteen WinterRevising research work paper by paperConferences, dress up, & formal demeanorAt last, school break to a busy semester. Need an escapade from cold & snow inchesCalled the southern warmth for Florida beaches!Cuban Empanadas & Parasailing dipsMiami lights & Ed Sheeran Beats In the soul filling Island Key WestI walk around in ocean’s questAt... Continue Reading →
In the cold Siberian town Tobolsk in 1793,Into the family who started the town's glass factory,Born was a bright girl Maria,was she destined to be strong? ya!Died at birth her mother,raised by a single father.No Maria! girls can't attend school,learning through books at home, see me break the rule. Married a school teacher and had... Continue Reading →
✨ Seen, a confident woman on the stageUnseen, the tears shed in the green room Seen, fearless advocacy against abuseUnseen, the vulnerability and pain of suffering Seen, hugs and love of people cheeringUnseen, backstabbing monsters and scars Seen, the light she shinesUnseen, the darkness she swallowed Seen, a calm spirited determined soulUnseen, a once fallen... Continue Reading →
What worth are our Free Media, when they can’t cover a catastrophe? What worth are our Governments, when they can’t regulate disruptions? What worth is our Knowledge, when we keep polluting our air and water? What worth are our Powers, when we can’t save lives from burning down? What worth are our Emergency Systems, when we can’t contain a disaster?... Continue Reading →
Behold, only two kinds of moments exist in this worldOne, I can control. Other, I cannot.Working on things I can control, Praying for things I cannot.Simple right! Then why get sad? mad? irritated? frustrated? Beloved Stress,You became a habit.You have been with me forever.You made me feel like I cannot live without you.But only when... Continue Reading →
Me narrating the story - Of a girl who tightly held the hand of her abuser not letting him escape. Of a girl who wanted to humiliate him and teach him a lesson. Of a girl who hesitated and thought it was shameful to be a victim and it was somehow her own mistake. Of... Continue Reading →
Vineesha Badabhagni 