Art And Culture

Some Days

Some days, I feel so incompetent. Like a flower being plucked,...

September 10, 2021

flowers

i shall await, for these flowers to be burnt muster up...

September 2, 2021

To the scars on my legs

“Don’t wear this dress anymore, people will see your scars” My...

August 26, 2021

ART AND CULTURE

If you’ve had the same stress level as Kim Kardashian when she lost her diamond earrings, you should read this.

August 5, 2021 0 Comments

Poetry is a therapeutic essence of language that can deliver with just a few lines the full range of human experience. Poetry isn’t something that serves just one purpose. It is a technique, a way of making patterns that put emotions into words. The particularities in poems are like the particularities and personalities that distinguish

ART AND CULTURE

Bride Kidnapping in Kyrgyzstan: A Documentary Review Essay from a Sociological Perspective

July 1, 2021 0 Comments

Bride kidnapping, needless to say, happens to be just another version of the game ‘kokpar’ where women are dragged to the future groom’s home just like how the carcass of a dead goat is dragged to the goal. As insensitive and disturbing it sounds, this inhuman way of marriage, widely prevalent in rural Kyrgyzstan shows

Poetry

I am just like you

September 23, 2020 1 Comment

I am just like you, Except, for the days I wake up feeling like a man, Not the ones, catcalling you down the streets, Or the ones too afraid to cry. Man, so pure that the Color pink doesn’t scare them, Man, untouched by the patriarchy. Other days I am a woman, Not the ones

Poetry

People you may know

September 23, 2020 0 Comments

I still remember that ghastly night, Streets being lit by the moon up so high. I was there with a t-shirt so tight, And a skirt which didn’t even cover my thigh. Passed by a group of boys all so thirst, The way they looked at me made me feel so scary, Felt my heartbeat

Poetry

Wish of Animate Lover

September 23, 2020 1 Comment

From earth to moon and moon to stars, We could dance and travel very far. Outer space and hands held tight, We could make love and kiss every time. But you are alone in that wondrous place, Leaving me helpless in this stupid maze. As I look above up so high, I can see you