At Least…

My coming out doesn’t need your disgust or hatred or silence,
Or your performative wokeness that lasts shorter than my “gay phase”;
It doesn’t need your ‘Cool, I don’t care’,
We’ve been scared for too long for that
It at least needs a hug.
At least..


Dear society, 
You called it a phase.!
“Phase phase phase. . .” 
No wonder, this term still echoes down my memory lane,
bearing such a negative connotation and awash with so much of  disgrace and shame.

Poem: Breathe

Dear world.
We are the 10%.
Love is love is love is love.
You can’t rejuvenate or modify it.
If it’s love ,you know it, Just go for it.
Pride is fight against discrimination.
it does not want anything new.
it just calls for removal of rusted opinions.

Coming Out Wasn’t A One Time Thing

coming out was never a one time thing,
there are still days where we have to spell 
a gender, an orientation, an existence, a heartbeat,
but maybe soon, we won’t have to,
maybe soon,
it’ll be our last time around this. 

Poem: Coming Out Isn’t Always Gay

Coming out of that closet isn’t easy,
Fighting for your freedom isn’t smooth,
How can I hurt people I love,
But I love myself more than them,
And I will come out to them.

Poem: The Goddess Bleeds Too

Every twenty eight days are a curse,

Yet I wonder why at their first arrival

they are celebrated as a girl’s ingress into the real world?

The blood I shed is a mark of coming of age

Yet after the first time it is treated as a bane…

Poem: Give Me A Story

Give me a story where I do not have to bargain my brown-ness for queerness,
a movie that speaks my tongue,
that realises I’m here, have always been, 
that knows,
you can not scrub off the rainbows on tombstones, 
but you can acknowledge why they fill so many graves.

Poem: Queer, But Not Quite

The internet does not know
Being woke has never outweighed being alive.
This isn’t just a political discussion.
This is my life.