A glimpse of moon

  A day in my room Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki Right now I am sitting in my room, My eyes reaching out to my balcony, the flower blooms .   I just took out the mattress mom bought for me, Looks like antique but is somehow dust free.   The room is so quite, I can only hear the fan, There’s this picture in front of me, of a beautiful man.   I don’t know who he is, I guess I watched a show, My brother said he would tear it out and I screamed NO.   I also own a book shelf with many untouched books, I evidently judged them by their covers or looks.   I took out one of them & it smelled old, Ugly cover and pages were dull and cold.   Here’s a diary which includes all the shayaris that my father wrote, Beautiful handwriting and precious notes.   This small room has so much life in it, All the memories and furniture perfectly fit.   The photographs consisting love an...

 Check out my YouTube channel: Harshita Solanki   , do subscribe :) Reflection Today I am going to tell you about someone, she is just like me, Maybe just a little more pretty or cheerful or carefree.   She speaks just like me Maybe with a little more confidence The one who is able to complete every sentence.   She dances just like me But of course she has better moves She can turn tables with her grooves.   Oh and did I tell you She loves to write just like me But she knows better how to play with each word. Her poems speak a lot and she can be heard.   She is just like me Just somehow very much better. And no, I don’t share my clothes But she looks lovely in my grey sweater.   And the way she smiles, the mirror starts to shy No it is not me, why would I lie?   But she is just like me She is just like me but also so much different That people would turn their heads twice to look at her Her skin so soft, feels like...

 Check out my YouTube channel: Harshita Solanki  , do subscribe :)   Drowned in the pool of prejudice, Being born privileged, is a bliss. But I never understood this gap between men and women, I’m sure of many things that he cannot do but I can. ~ I think it is too late, To right my wrongs. For I have discriminated and promoted hate, Between genders, for quite long. ~ Because I stood for what I said, And I wasn’t forced to swallow my protest. One of the many things that I don’t understand, Who created this difference between a man and a woman? ~ I still struggle to enjoy the nights, Outside on endless roads. Because my privilege won’t save me after twelve, Seek help for safety? But from which god? ~ You talk about equality, I’d rather call it a pretence, Because I don’t know what are the privileges of being a woman. How does it feel to go out after the sun sets in the world’s shame, Shame of objectifying women who go through so much pain. ~ No,...