Society & Culture
More about Sunayana : Sunayana Kayastha is working as a blogwriter, translator, photographer and as a volunteer. She had published her 17+ anthologies accross India and have been awarded by Fuzia as a best writer, spectrum award as a Budding Writer,Personality award from standing ovation group and a best writer from Bharatiya Youth Face of India 2021. Her writing is appreciated by create felicity, raindrop company, the moodspace.com etc. She is chosen as a representative for Writer Capital Foundation. She has always dedicated her writings to her late parents name Sudeep Prasad Kayastha and Namrata Kayastha. It's her dream to let their name etched in a golden letters.
Writeups :
1.This Devdasi I urges me :
I was a Devdasi to serve those platter for priests,Selected for this beautiful idol to please.I am a pulchritude harlot for luring those hungry kiss!Was I a juicy couture to submiss.
My meaty bones were sold for bestowing boon from god,My inner whims to feel the raucous fire of love was trod and trod!This Devdasi is prune to mop the edges of shrine,Mashing my identities and destiny to shine.
I was made away from my family love,Making me to be wear a concubine robe,Did I broke my fingers to see what life has laid upon,Two coins toss into my head, speaking choice less and coercion,
This Devdasi is a lava who is observing her crease.As I drank rain of freedom in my witty rib.No more carrying any society’s crib.Devdasi chooses her pen from those painful bib.
Feel sun on my dusky complexion, sensed moon dyeing my hair,I slayed my spear of transformation by tuning fear,This Devdasi learn from those broken rain collects massive fair,Fair of wisdom, dancing of lightning despite of bereaved weather!
Happy Rebirthday to me!
2.Those coffee bean shaped eyes
some sip them
some rip them
some mash them
Her coffee bean tasted eyes shimmer the broth of million poets...
Jasmine of December
3.Death was nothing Seeing your words
Silence was raining Through your touch
I wonder the atom inside me When your love will be my poetry?