Guest writer

14 Sep

Hey all! My Name is Gayatri and I’m an Engineering student living Mumbai.
I am a big time foodie and I am obsessed with Word Porn. Of late, I have been checking out a lot of write ups on Instagram and it is just amazing that soo many people have so much to write about just infinite things and in a few simple poetic verse they are able to capture our heart.
I also try and doing the same, by the poems I write, I’m still learning though. I’m into writing articles too, do check out my blog.
And lastly, thank you Ajay for posting my blog out here. You have a really nice blog and post splendid write ups on Instagram.

The poem below is about the fictional Life of a Sex worker who was tricked into working as a prostitute and how she struggled to come out of it

The True Heaven

They tell me to leave,
This is not my home they say,
But here’s where I have grown up,
People who don’t want me here,
With me, their children play.

The last time I was sent away from home,
For a while I had been happy.
They said they’d provide me with happiness
Education and a life I had always dreamt of,
At least away from this place.

If only I had known,
What rested behind those doors,
A place with crying women,
For annoying men to be satisfied.
If only I had known,
That school wasn’t where I was being sent to,
And that there were no exit doors
To what they called heaven.

Then had appeared a group of angels,
They said we could have a better life,
I hadn’t believed them at first,
For I’d had too many bad experiences.
But they did what they promised to do,
Helped us out, gave us food that
After years, I didn’t have to get naked to eat.

Smiles had returned, Heaven had a new meaning,
It wasn’t all about money,
It was about being happy.
The new friends I had made there,
Hadn’t discussed their escape plans with me.
But what they did discuss was
Where the rescuers really angels?

Déjà vu had struck me then,
Being forced into a van,
This had happened before.
A voice in me rose,
“Enough” I heard it roar.
I asked my new friends for company,
With a sad smile, all of them declined,
For them, heaven’s old meaning was back in place.

I pushed aside all the monsters,
And ran away from them,
I ran until my feet gave up,
I saw a real house then,
It had reminded me of my Home.

Amma didn’t recognise me, but I did.
But after all that I had been through,
I wasn’t sure if they’d let me stay.
The scars on my face hid me well,
“I want to work here” was all that I could say.

Each time, at home there was a reason to be happy,
Amma wondered why there were tears in my eyes.
I wish I could embrace her,
Tell her I’m happy because I’m her daughter.

Rumours had then started to spread,
Amma didn’t believe them at first,
Until an NGO came to our house,
To search for a sex-worker.

They tell me to leave,
This is not my home they say,
But this really is my home,
Why don’t they understand?
As I left my house, I looked at my Mother,
“Amma, it’s me, don’t you remember?”

What happened next is a moment,
That I’ll always cherish forever.
“You fool, why didn’t you say this to me before?”
She slapped me on face,
And embraced me as tight as she could.
Family is true heaven, I learnt then.

Gayatri .R. Chowdhary



Posted by on September 14, 2015 in love


5 responses to “Guest writer

  1. Gayatri

    September 14, 2015 at 10:50 AM



  2. Gayatri

    September 14, 2015 at 10:51 AM

    Thank you! 🙂


  3. Ameena k.g

    September 14, 2015 at 11:30 AM

    Beautifully written Gayatri. I also wonder how they write in such few words! Haha. I love how you kept reiterating in this poem about the true meaning of heaven. ☺

    Liked by 1 person

    • Gayatri

      September 20, 2015 at 11:27 AM

      Thank You Ameena 😀

      Liked by 2 people


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