Note: Written as a poetic tribute to Emma Bovary, the voluptuous, beautiful, forlorn heroine of Gustave Flaubert’s novel Madame Bovary, also later adapted into an Indianized version in Ketan Mehta’s film ‘Maya Memsaab’. A whiff of smoke brewing in her eyelashes, A touch of the wet earth, her body, a failed, blurred…
Author: vinita18
Born in Bikaner on August 18th 1965, educated in Kolkata and Baroda, Vinita has an M.A. in political science. She has been researching and writing freelance for over 20 years. A poet at heart she says there are times she has more ink in her veins than blood. She has been published in several magazines, journals, newspapers and websites. She participated at the SAARC Literature Festival 2010 and has also taken part in various other spoken word events. She lives in Delhi, India.
When Choosing Is Not Your Choice
“Here I am this is me There’s nowhere else on earth I’d rather be” No. Not one of my favourites by Bryan Adams. Just that this song explains my life so well. I am here not because I want to be here, but I never had a CHOICE anyway. Who would ever fantasise being born…
Ananku
Ananku Femininity that goes unaccepted remains unforgiving. Vengeance of Kamakhya in month of Ashaad – Brahmaputra devoid of ichor corroding muliebrity till it shrivels into a vestigial flicker. Decades later, when lovers celebrate your womanhood you fail to find beauty in yourself no matter how long you gaze at mirror reflecting your glistening nakedness…
Two Poems
Shelter Shift In the kitchen, she presses the phone to her ear with one hand, wooden spoon in the other. She grills fajita meat. Her brother in prison is on that phone. Her son draws with a teal crayon, gets bored, finds me in the office, climbs four times onto my knee. Don’t know if…
The Woman Inc. 