Kavipriya Moorthy   (Kavipriya Moorthy)
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Joined 13 November 2016


Founder @ Poetarita | Author | Writer | Travel Enthusiast | Blogger | Avid reader
Joined 13 November 2016
8 MAR 2019 AT 12:09

Sometimes, more than a man,
Sometimes, less than a normal woman,
Sometimes hugging a stuff toy tight and sometimes boxing a punching bag,
From crying for a man to crying because of a man,
Sexuality confusions and not fitting the square,
Wanting to be heard but not sound bossy,
To wear clothes of your choice but more enough to not to be raped,
Defining feminism and explaining it's not about hating men for a hundred thousand times,

You'd be too much for a few, too less for many,
Hated by a handful, loved by one or two,

A few days we are at war,
A few days we are at war with ourselves,

To all the women out here! I know you had to go through your share of battles, winning a few and losing umpteen,

I wish that you always stumble upon a woman who inspires you to take the next step or to take the next breath,

Working or not, you deserve respect,
Whatever you are, you deserve love!

Happy women's day! 💜

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23 AUG 2018 AT 22:13

Let's go lingerie shopping?
I want them to measure the depth of your palms,
So, I'd know what fits me best!

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27 JUL 2018 AT 16:58

Walls have ears,
But, I'd like them so.
Throw those clothes away
And walk closer
I need those broad chest, big hands and mineral-blue eyes
To devour
Let your deep voice resonate tonight
I'll take charge

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4 JAN 2021 AT 11:23

His love language
Is saying the exact thing that my intuition would say
He's the voice to what I don't say out loud,
He's my empathy wearing pin-stripe suit
He's the end of my anxiety when I stub the cigarette
He talks not to me but straight to my bones, threading his way through my flesh,
He's the calm of a hot tea I would sip when I stand near the sill of my window,
He's nothing fancy, he's not a grand wedding,
He's not the pink on the braidsmaid,
He is just my routine

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31 DEC 2020 AT 0:35

Truth is,
If I had received a text message,
That you're but a huge mistake
When we met,
I'd have still done it all!

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30 DEC 2020 AT 10:35

When we meet by chance
I would want to see
How much you missed me in your eyes
that much, you owe me!

- Owe

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28 OCT 2020 AT 0:15

Letting go of people - toxic or not, is difficult for those who invest emotionally in them. It only gets tougher with time.

One thing that helped me get through this is attaching a purpose to the said person and truly believing that their part in your life is over. That, they came into your life to get you started with something and are leaving, for the better.

When I had my heart broken, I was crumpled. But, 15 days since I called it quits - I received my visa. I worked for it, for almost 2 years & had every life decision on pause for it. Even when it was and is terrible to let go of someone I loved with all my heart, attaching a purpose to the person cushioned my fall.

Sometimes, life gives you a chance to not deal with a clash head-on and would hint to use a small misunderstanding. I almost used something as thin as feather to let go of a few friends who weren't right for me. For, I know neither of us were ready for an exhausting conversation that would only make things more awkward and weird after that.

It also had to do with truly believing there are better people to meet and letting go of one from the past is the right button to push to speed up the process.

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19 OCT 2020 AT 10:41

3 more days for the first anniversary of our last hug
I remember the smell of your perfume
How you perfectly fit within my arms, it was a friendly hug because we had broken up months before that
I tapped your shoulder, twice,
We both were talking our friend and I gestured to share a hug and you moved closer,
You said to take care and from a distance asked me to convey your regards to my family,
And I still remember the last second until you disappeared from my eye sight.
I have moved on now, much later than you but I have
And, I want to see a picture of my mind and heart
Body and soul
On how it moved on from you
Through every single day,
Through every coffee I had,
Through the men I met,
Through a dozen lips that I kissed,
Through those men I shared passionate nights with,
I want to see a video, preferably in slow motion,
How you faded, cell by cell,
Thank God, it's impossible.
Because, such a picture,
Will still have you in full,
As the last second I saw you before you disappeared from my sight through an elevator,
Moved on? My foot!

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18 OCT 2020 AT 10:40

Let's meet
Said the boy I was talking to on a dating app
We got coffee and walked around the park
And he told me how difficult the past year was but
He also adds how after hearing about my breakup, he feels that his story isn't that bad,
And I switch topics - I touch politics, feminism, caste and watch him fumble
I see how Misogyny is at the tip of his tongue and
Sexism is a language that he's fluent with
Caste privileges are as deep as his pant pockets
And, I didn't want to push him hard. You see? First date
I wave him goodbye and walk back home
On my way, I threw them empty coffee cups away in a litter box
And come home, empty handed
I make a joke out of my date. Defense mechanism, much?
And, I receive a message from an unknown person on Facebook saying
Maybe, if I keep my feminism away, I'd find a boy soon
Misogyny is at the tip of his tongue. Sexism, the fluent language.
Privileges. Pockets.
But when I come home, I throw away the empty coffee cups!

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27 AUG 2020 AT 10:08


When you catch me looking at you,
You'd smile and ask what am I looking at,
I'd sometimes say I'm staring at the love of my life to make you blush more,
Or, I'd say I'm staring at the biggest mistake and you'd chase me around the house, until we end up in our bedroom, panting and gasping for air,
Sometimes, I'd say nothing but I'd have actually imagined our whole life together,
But
Rarely,
There are moments where I catch you looking at me,
I'd ask,
Why are you looking at me like that,
You'd say "I'm just looking!" and you'd continue to see me like the only star in a dark sky!

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