Inkit Poetry - Modern poet

She works all day, brings home the pay, While I clean up and cook, in my own way. She leaves for a night out, no second thought, But I am stuck inside, with chores to be caught. No ego here, no pride to show, I just do my job, and let her go. She smiles and says, "Have fun, my dear," While I sit at home, with nothing to fear. She can stay out late, have her own space, But I’m not allowed to leave this place. She’s free to live how she wants to be, While I serve, in quiet humility. I don’t mind, I have learned my role, To care for her, that is my goal. She is out with friends, I’m house arrest, Happy to wait, in my own pace. I enjoy cooking, making her meals, For her and her friends, I’m in the feels. Chopping, stirring, with perfect race, While they laugh and talk in this cozy space. I wash the clothes, fold them neat, Clean the house, keep it sweet. From dawn till dusk, I do it all, Her happiness is my only call. -inkit_poetry  . . UNO Reverse🥰

My love for food has always been a big part of my life. It started the moment I was born on 17th September 2001. I was too small to eat solid food at first, but my parents tell me that I loved Cerelac as a baby. That is probably where it all began, my love for eating! As I grew older, it wasn’t just about cookies, it was all about chocolates and anything sweet. I couldn’t get enough of them! I also loved snacking on chips, biscuits, and whatever sugary treats I could get my hands on. And of course, Sundays were extra special because it was my Maggie day a whole day dedicated to my favorite noodles. We lived at Prithviraj Road, Lodhi Estate, and for the first six years, I was the only child. Life was pretty great. I got everything I wanted, whether it was a toy or a snack. My dad would bring me anything I asked for. But then things changed when I joined KV Pushp Vihar in class 1. At first, I really didn’t like school. It was far from home, and I hated waking up early. I rem...

कैंपस में गूंजें आवाजें, छात्रों का उत्साह, हर ओर है बहार। चुनाव की प्रक्रिया, अब हो चुकी है खत्म, अब है नतीजों का इंतज़ार। चमकीले पोस्टर, वादें की भरमार, बड़ी रैलियाँ, चमचमाती गाड़ियाँ—सपने हजार। लेकिन क्या ये वादे, होंगे सच्चाई में सफल? या बस रहेंगे, पुराने जुमले कल? हम लाएंगे बदलाव! क्या ये है ख्वाब? क्या जब नतीजे आएंगे, हो पाएगा इसका हिसाब। गलत स्पेलिंग के पोस्टर, सोचने पर मजबूर, सच्चाई की कमी, क्या है ये सबका नूर? हर साल की एक ही है कहानी,  उम्मीदें फिर भी होंगी, चुनाव की रात, मन में सवाल होंगे। किसका होगा सपना, किसकी होगी जीत? कौन बनाएगा भविष्य, कौन करेगा प्रीत? - inkit_poetry 

In a land that calls women divine, Nirbhaya’s story still stings, still binds. Her cries for justice lost in delay, Her suffering shows the broken way. At RG kar Medical, a doctor’s plight, In a country where doctors are seen as light. Promises broken, safety a shell, Women’s rights too often fail. Leaders speak but rarely act, Their promises hollow, their plans cracked. Even the CJI warns, so clear, If workplaces can’t ensure safety here, It’s a violation of rights we hold dear, Equality’s promise seems unclear. The West Bengal CM, a lady too, Speaks with a speed that's false and untrue. Her responses shameless, her actions slow, Ignoring the cries that only grow. We need strict laws to ensure our safety, Fast-track courts to handle cases swiftly. Stop blaming all men for the actions of few, Not all are guilty, not all are untrue. We honor goddesses but fail to act, To bring the change and make things fact. We too have mother, daughter, and sister dear, If we don’t rai...

In Delhi’s snarl and monsoon’s might, My Xpulse rides through day and night. Through traffic jams and pouring rain, It’s my escape from daily strain. The silencer hums a soothing beat, Throttle rushes, high beams greet. Engine braking calms each turn, Sleek indicators help me yearn. Rushless tyres grip the wet, Turning struggles into a thrilling bet. But as I ride, a dream takes shape, Of distant lands where hearts escape. To Spiti’s heights and Khardungla’s cold, Where tales of adventure are bold. I seek a partner, a soulmate true, To share the thrill and scenic view. A pillion who dreams of endless roads, Of mountain paths and winding codes. Together, we would chase the sky, With every mile, our spirits fly. -inkit_poetry   So if you’re out there, ready to explore, Join me on this ride and more.