Furious She

Illustration by Kritika

the blue ink will spill
her hands untied will write
she will not let it go
until she empties herself from inside

@ Kritika

Stitching her mouth would not sew the thoughts inside the fissures, deliberately
created by this proud society in the form of her beloveds whom she once admired with respect.

72 thoughts on “Furious She”

  1. Perhaps she will not let go until she empties the paneer tikka presented infront of her in an external sense as well. 😜 On the serious note lovely post, keep it up! πŸ‘πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘

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    1. One should beware her claws as she can snatch the paneer while kept at watch. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜œ
      (It rhymed) πŸ€ͺ
      Thank you so much πŸ™πŸŒ·

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      1. We shall meet over dinner some night
        Under the stars that would dazzle so bright.
        I’d order my separate paneer and wave a flag that’s white
        For against a furious female, I wouldn’t want to be in a fight

        (That’s how I rhyme
        to celebrate our paneer rivalry that seems divine) πŸ˜…πŸ€£

        Your welcome. 😏

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      2. This is a beautiful rhyme. πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘
        So thoughtful of you to provide a seperate plate for her. πŸ™‚
        Furious she will turn calm for sure. πŸ‘πŸ˜
        Thank you for widening the smile. 😊

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      3. Between committing suicide by indulging in a war over paneer or paying extra to save my life… I’d always choose the latter. So I’m not thoughtful, I’m just wise enough to save myself from your claws. πŸ€£πŸ˜…

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      4. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” so wouldn’t want to reject you the opportunity of having paneer… Besides you’ve already issued this warning in general public interest on top of that you added you got claws as well… so its better to be safe rather than being sorry. πŸ˜…

        Enjoyed our conversation as always.

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  2. Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
    From the beginning of humanity, the expression of emotions has driven the poets in our world to write from their hearts. IMO, this piece captures the oppression of women well and the ultimate futility of it as we will always rise. ❀

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