A glimpse of moon

  An imaginary city I closed my eyes to see this imaginary city, Where children’s shoes were the only things dirty, Being a woman, I walked down the road fearlessly, And there comes a man who asks for my hand formally. As I move further I see a huge playground, The corners not dominated by litter, instead old benches painted brown. In another corner, an old couple enjoying the ice cream, The corners are not occupied by brutality and screams. This imaginary city does not consist of something called as an unsafe society, Here, walking on roads late at night doesn’t give you anxiety. The best part of the city? Certain essentials like pepper spray you don’t have to carry, But I think that’s why this city is imaginary. When I open my eyes, I am afraid to face the reality, Where I am used to speaking words like cruelty and inhumanity. Imagine this imaginary city turns into a real case, I wouldn’t need to close my eyes anymore to feel safe. ~ Harshita Solanki

  YouTube channel link ~ Harshita Solanki Dear self Do you remember when you were five? Got lost in the streets, you were so naïve. But yesterday you were lost in your thoughts, It was hard to pull you out, though you fought. Remember when you were seven? You went to a good school for the first time, How easy it became for you to recite rhymes. But yesterday you only spoke about how lost you feel, And how badly you want to heal. How confidently you sang on stage when you were ten, How eagerly you wanted to sing the song again. But yesterday you only sang one sad song, That 10 year old wouldn’t want to sing along. You were catcalled at the age of fifteen, But how normal it became to people, such things happen to a teen. You stood for yourself and told everyone it was wrong, But yesterday you felt ashamed of it after so long. You were body shamed in high-school, Your heart hurt but you acted too cool. Like it never mattered to you,   The shoulders you could ...