SWIMMING

My inclination towards swimming as a sport dates back to my schooling years when I was a state-level swimmer and archer and got selected for nationals in both sports
PAINTING AND SKETCHING

Art for me has always been a method of expression, having won many accolades in art I realize my potential in being creative. Though I have explored all mediums of artwork my favourite to date remains to be realistic sketching with colored pencils.
WRITING

Apart from other hobbies of mine I thoroughly enjoy writing. I have written aa few unpublished mythological novels as well, which plan to publish soon
UNSAFE

Don’t give her life
only to make her someone’s wife.
Disregard her dues,
considering others’ views.
Send her to school,
for the pervs to drool.
Teachers, students, strangers—
none let her be impervious.
Judge her by her clothes,
defending the distorts
who never spare
the animal, the gamer, and the tot,
casting their lust
at any cost.
“Slut,” say the freaks,
to justify their kinks.
“Impure,” say the priests,
paving the way for the beasts.
They say it’s natural
to pull
the lady without consent,
showing no resentment.
For the animals to be unraised
and humans to realize,
stay indoors at night,
say the ones
who couldn’t save
her during the day, despite it all.
What kind of life is hers,
coerced to leave
her career for chores?
She’s given compensation
to ignore exploitation.
Acid marks fade,
leaving behind a facade.
And yet here she comes,
with the strength of the Almighty,
doing what’s right,
picking up herself
and rising against all,
the atrocities stronger
than ever.
-Mansi
WRONG DESIRE

All his arrogance
Veils my reverence
His stern stance
puts me down in an instance
His boredom
coerces me to omit my quondom
All his deeds
only feed his greed
Bears confidence of the peerless
faking to be the dauntless
I covet to have never seen him
and crave to meet none akin him
-Mansi
6 FEET TALL

6 feet tall
Didn’t seem interested at all
So I thought,
Within a blink
Judging my way through life
Like I’d never be a wife
He said, "You look cute,"
But I didn’t get it—my anxiety’s acute
Beat myself up
For not looking up
The signs were obvious
But my mind was dense
He said my eyes
Were the spice
And not to think with my mind
Did I listen? Never mind
He stared into my soul
My anxiety out of control
Holding the gaze
Oh boy, was I amazed
At first, I thought he wasn’t interested
Now, am I the only one invested?
Will he ever contact me again?
Is this a bargain?
He complimented my hair
By touching it and giving me a scare
Is it all in my head?
Does it need the grind instead?
He was the first guy to ask me out
Should I give him the clout?
He was so rude
Did his actions exude?
Am I getting mixed signals,
Or is he just playing cynical?
“You get too attached too quick,” they say
 my seven-year-old painting in dismay
There’s something in the air—
Oh no, he has another affair
Hey, listen,
I’ve learned my lesson:
Never touch a player
It burns like fire.
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