Monday, May 1, 2017




You are reading this poem at a time when
the world is exploding with insuperable troubles.
When puerile and unethical kids are committing
hate crimes. When innocent blood is splayed on
the ground of a city once flourishing and lively.
You are reading this at a time when your short skirt
in your closet stares at you accusingly because you
won’t wear it due to fear of being violated.
You are reading this at a time when some women are
shining with the idea of groping men.
You are reading this at a time when everything is
so out of place that you cannot do anything about
It. You are reading this at a time when change sits
docilely in the palm of your hand and all you do
Is clench your hand in a fist and watch the world
be devoured by flames of greed and malevolence.


I sit in the lavatory and stare out the window
where birds converse with me about the
weather and how hard it has become to find
loyal friends these days. I nod and they fly away
talking to each other and concluding that
I have now gone poetically mad.
I tread on my own affections and
laugh my pain and ridiculousness away.
I call myself a writer and when I do so,
I hear distant laughter that tells me to soar through
the sky with the birds that I talk to.


As a child, I was never suave
I would bury myself in words
depicting rabbit holes, handsome
detectives and soul eating gerbils.

“It’s a holiday tomorrow!.”
When Teacher would let this line float
in the air and reach my otherwise
deaf ears, I would give a faint smile.

I would go back home and lie in bed
and think about all the miracles I
would conceive, all the stories that I
would pen & all I’d do was blow air on empty walls

On days when there was no school,
I would adorn an embellished shroud
of silence and conceal myself in
shadows of myself and caress them.

I started liking doing this so much
that I threw my uniform in the fire
and painted my textbooks a crimson
red. I became wilted like a weed.


AVANTIKA SINGHAL is a 19 year old Indian self proclaimed poetess living in Jaipur, India. Her mother language is Hindi. She possesses hundreds of pages of poetry written by her. Over the course of her short writing career, she has managed to get her work published in various respected literary magazines such as  Writer's Asylum, Red Fez, Textploit,  Jabberwock, The Indian Review, Spillwords , Emerald Hues Anthology, Hall Of Poets Valentine Anthology etc. She aspires to make a positive impact on the masses with her writing.

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