Saloni Sharma

Saloni Sharma lives in New Delhi and likes reading mystery novels. She is also interested in art. She uses poetry to express her thoughts and emotions.

The Silent Voice

By Saloni Sharma

I try to speak
But I can’t find my voice
I try to talk
But I can’t find my words.

Why am I so silent ?
I don’t know
In the maze of this world
Where am I supposed to go?

I have no voice
But I want to be heard
I can’t talk
But I want to sing like a bird.

I hear , I see
But I can’t rejoice
Because there has to be someone out there
Who can hear my silent voice.

Anoushka Radhakrishnan

Anoushka Radhakrishnan has been writing ever since she was ten years old and presently performs at various Slam Poetry events in New Delhi. She writes about feminism and mental health. She would love to publish her own book one day !

The Difference Between A Compliment And A Catcall

By Anoushka Radhakrishnan

I don’t wear dresses anymore. 
I don’t wear dresses
because dresses have consequences.
I’m fifteen and I’m walking on the sidewalk next to my school,
I am wearing my school uniform
You’re twenty eight and driving a bike 
I wonder what you think 
before you cat call. 

Do you think I’m a cos player? 
Pretending to be underage? 
Or do you think this is a porno? 
Do you think I am walking in front of you 
deliberately? 
Hoping you’ll notice my 
undefined body?

‘He’s just offering a compliment, learn to accept it.’
A compliment? 
A compliment is 
‘Hi, you look nice.’
‘You’re such a kind person’
‘I really like your smile.’
not 
‘Hey, sexy! Wanna come with me?’
Haha, get the joke?
because clearly, he did too.

It’s a compliment?
Is that what your mom told you 
when you were catcalled?
Is that what her mom told her when 
she was catcalled?
That it is just somebody
appreciating
your femininity,
no.
He does not appreciate your beauty
and he doesn’t see you as a woman
but as 
a toy.
a mannequin.
a doll.


You are not a doll, 
You are a human being.
You were born in this world
to live 
Not to feel uncomfortable
by someone else’s doings
and then be told 
you are not uncomfortable,
a compliment does not make you 
feel uncomfortable,
a catcall does.
It wasn’t a compliment then 
and it isn’t a compliment now.


I’m fifteen. 
I want to go home
happy and content. 
I want to go to a party
happy and content.
I want to be 
happy and content.
A compliment makes you feel
happy and content
a catcall makes you feel 
disgusted 
and dirty 
and unsafe 
and not human.

I am fifteen 
and I am wearing my school uniform, 
and I do not appreciate you
raking your eyes up and down 
my body like it is a joyride,
a carnival.
no
my body is not a roller-coaster,
my body is not candy,
my body is not yours to enjoy.

I’m fifteen,
I’m twenty,
I’m thirty,
I’m forty, 
and I know the difference between 
a compliment and a catcall
because 
I know the difference
between
a person who respects me
and a person who wants to 
drug me.

I know the difference between a compliment and a catcall
like I know the difference between
my home and that 
god damn sidewalk.
I know the difference between 
a compliment and a catcall
because I know the difference between 
feeling good and
feeling dirty. 

I know the difference between
a compliment and a catcall 
just like I know the difference
between consented sex 
and rape.
I know the difference between
a compliment and a catcall 
because
there’s only one 
that considers 
my consent.

I know the difference between a compliment
and a
catcall 
because both flatter me yet 
there’s only one 
I want to accept. 





Beauty Waiting

By Shreeja Singh

How long do I have to wait?

How long do I have to seek?

An empty road

An even more barren heart

You fight for glory

You fight for hate

You fight for everything

Yet I am the one who waits

How long do I have to wait for you to come home?

How long do I have to be forlorn?

Fake smiles, stoic laughs

Happy parties but no part

A rippling river

Bustling with life

But why am I the lone bud

Alone waiting as I strive

Why can’t you see I fight against the ultimate?

The ticks of clocks

Closes and locks

The open door we had before

The actual feelings start to wither

At the core

Why do I wait?

Why do I wait?

For a man who leaves me behind

For a hand that doesn’t hold mine

For eyes that no longer gleam

We may see the same moon and sunshine

But farther than we seem

I lose a lot for you to gain

I then choose to remain

You leave to fight battles that are not yours

You leave to win and rejoice

The end result of our choice

But I am the one who waits

Alone without you

Waiting and waiting

Serene and astute

I gave up a choice to stand beside you

You chose to make me wait

For you

Why should I wait?

For whom should I wait?

Battle gears, war fields

Leave a little blood for me

Drop by drop you water a soil

You use your blood to nurture an unknown seed

But what about the one you left in me

But what about the blood that needs to flow through your heart

So I stop waiting and end this treacherous path

If you want to bleed the whole of you

For a land that will forget you in

Bloodied pages of time

If you want to fight

Fight for a battle that may never be yours

But leave a little drop for me to make that heart beat

But fight a war for me by giving me back my choice

As a beauty waits home

So does a seed

Waiting and waiting

For you to meet.