Durga: Where Art Thou

            Invoking the MATRI SHAKTI Have you seen the tattered girl flopping down on the festering ruins looking frantically for lost crumbs of food? That, my dear, is my Durga, her trishul, her trident blown to ashes, mingling in her soiled, chipped off fingernails. Having you seen the blazing fire…

Haemorrhage – A Prose Poem

(Inspired by a painting by Sufia Khatoon, created for the 6th Woman Scream International Poetry and Arts Festival 2016, commemorating on the occasion of International Women’s Day, March 8, 2016). Hail you, woman, who do you love so, the bleeding yarns of your footwork nudging his needs? Is it a ramp, or a catwalk in…

The Womaninc Sakhi Awards 2017

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? SUBMISSION GUIDELINES Submissions will only be accepted in soft copy sent through email. Send just one poem, either as PDF or .doc or .docx attachment or directly in the body of the email. 2. Email Submissions to submitthewomaninc@gmail.com Your work must not have been published before in any…

Hopping Between Vacant Spaces

  It hadn’t been long that I knew him. A trimester was all it lasted. From the moment I checked his profile on Facebook to the time we made love and to the moment I knew it was over took roughly less than a quarter of a year and almost a bottle of whiskey, otherwise….

On Victims and Victimhood

There is a disturbing trend amongst women these days to play the victim card. I am guilty as charged for playing that card too, unknowingly sometimes and other times deliberately. This is a pointed observation to Kangana Ranaut’s recent interview (and I like her acting skills superbly). I still feel that it was an unnecessary…