Congratulations, M. Padmashri, your poem is one of our trio of winning poems for this month’s prompt… Speaking out against violence against women. May your pen have even more power in 2017. Editors, The Woman Inc… Vinita, Pooja and Jhilmil Dark rooms, empty terraces Quiet afternoons, stolen time A touch here, a caress there…
Author: jhilmilsjourney
Poet, Writer, Artist, Wanderer, Yogini. Mental Health and Domestic Violence Advocacy. MBA Boston University, MA Creative Writing, University of Westminster.
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ओ सीता!
Congratulations, Monica Oswal, your poem is one of our trio of winning poems for this month’s prompt… Speaking out against violence against women. May your pen have even more power in 2017. Editors, The Woman Inc… Vinita, Pooja and Jhilmil गोद से धरा की मुख उठाओ ओ सीता! करोड़ों हैं परीक्षाएं और, न जानो स्वयं…
Our Home — A River
Our home, like a river flows Breathes in sunshine, glints, glows Dresses in shadows drawn by the morning sun Windows twinkling, glowing with irrepressible fun Grows, expands gently, with our hearts, Accommodates guests, welcomes in every part Ebbs to cocoon us, a soothing coolness, show On a hot day, provides shade, shadow Washes away the…
Nothing but Perfect
I am not my parents and their beliefs I am not my family and its bonds I am not my religion and its dogma I am not my friends and their views I am not my peers and their pressure I am not my roles or my profession I am not what I own or…
TIME TO CHANGE
There is a saying that “In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes”, but another thing I think that we can be sure about is that change is inevitable. Given time, the weather, people, places, fashion, you name it – they all change. However, there is one area that…
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Fatimah Asghar Here’s your auntie, in her best gold-threaded shalwaar kameez, made small by this land of american men. Everyday she prays. Rolls attah & pounds the keema at night watches the bodies of these glistening men. Big and muscular, neck full of veins, bulging in the pen. Her eyes kajaled & wide, glued to…
Election Night 2008
Tonight is a good night For white mothers of black sons: We, who were more brave than strong, Who dared to stare our own racism in the face, Then reach around to love The brown skinned children In our bellies, Those beautiful babies Whose placentas dug fiercely Into uterine walls, And pushed our…
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