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  I miss the world. I miss the world I was born in. I miss the seas; I miss the airs; I miss the heat I was baked in. I miss the roads; I miss the rails; I miss the skies that I fly in. I miss the you; I miss the me; I miss the way I was human. I am now astray! I sit still and stay! I am being treated like a vermin. Let me go free. Let there be glee. For the earth's a tree.. That loves the growing spree.. And is as forgiving as a woman. ~By Your missing friend, Rasheeda Madani.

Sisters… It is time! We grow more, We do more, We know more. Stop hiding behind Your WhatsApp statuses, Profile pictures, Instagram updates, And your Twitter signifiers! It “is" time. To grow To do And to know.. That we are more Than the women In our thoughts.. In our reflections.. It is “time"..... To overgrow the typo, The omens, and the hype, That we are just “women"!! No We are not Just women!!! “It" is time To overthrow our genders, Shed the pink, And redefine our lipsticks… We are… More More than our pains More than our struggles More than our bindis More than our sarees More than our kitties More than our kitchens And more than everything That labels us… Traps us… And confines us..!! We can be more We need to be more… We are the seekers And the makers… So let's begin to believe… We are not “just women"... We are “More"!!!! #BeTheMoreDay --By you...

The bell rang. I enter the class. The solid silence Is broken by the chirps Of sparrows and The perfume of grass… Never ending smiles Of children, Drizzle upon me (I was an amateur then.. A terrified me..!) I still remember.. The “shy” boy From the last bench, Arose to give me His name. I noted down quickly And went on with the rest.. He was The first in number.. Was a diligent pupil.. One among the best! Another “little” one Gazes at me From the first bench, With an infinite grin-- That brings about A silken glee Inside my crowded head; And in some way He seems endearing.. Makes me chuckle too…!! As I see them all, Buckled tight To their benches, Ready to roll.. For in me “They believed” And probably Saw an aureole..! My heart swells In pride, Everyday.. At the sight of this Serene morning routine.. Which shuns, doubtlessly, My pains of past, Present, and future, away..! Sud...

Assalamu Alaikum dear reader friends! This is my humble attempt of modifying Robert Frost's "MENDING WALL" into a technified version... Hope y'all would enjoy reading the post... Here it goes.. Have fun!! "MENDING WORD" Something there is that doesn't love a word, That makes a Gboard to glide-autocorrect-delete, And spins the meanings with no reason; And mends the word “two”, as “twist”. The work of emojis is another thing: I have mistook the “happy” one for “despair” Which I had forwarded to one friend after the other, But they seem to get the idea easily Of how to “hate” or “please” with this Omgrofl stuff! The words I mean, No one has learnt them or heard of them in high school, But at the chatrooms, statuses, or Instagram pavilions, we find them there. I sought my friend beyond the screen; And on a day we login to find the cure And set right the dictionary at least between us. We keep fluctuating words as we go....

The taste of grey descends the noon... His sovereign aura docking the moon..! --by Rasheeda Madani Image Courtesy: Google

I am a half boiled  Millennial.. I live with Androids Alas! Androids were Not my childhood friends. Punk I was, Punker I am, Punked I would be… Living and lavishing With half-sung radios In full-priced gadgets. Losing myself.. My Self-- I am! I am a half priced Module.. An unsung OTP! --by Rasheeda Madani