From The Bard's Pen

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

- Hamlet

Thursday, February 16, 2012


Innumerable bidders
for my virginity

Not that I was beautiful
No... just vulnerable.

Syrupy promises
poisoned my ears
And there were gifts to incite greed
Sparkling gems, rubies,
rare stones
paved the path I treaded.

None offered love
I wasn’t a girl one could take home

They averted their eyes in daylight
Eyes that worshiped me
At night.

I bargained hard

Not really...

My dreams I traded-
for the crisp currency
for a gold chain
for some beautiful crimson cloth

a white shroud for my father..


  1. Visiting your blog after a really long time... Hmmm! A hard hitting write. Ended quite painfully.

    keep it going;)

  2. Thanks for the comment, Scribbler:)