Sin of Being Pure

October 21, 2013 6 comments

Rape. Domestic Violence. Physical & Mental Harassment.
Biased Moralities. Prejudiced Priorities. Unwanted Principles.

The following poem is an attempt to express the feelings of a woman in pain by just being a part of our society.

No mirrors tell my story
None paint the pain I drown and die every moment in
Time doesn’t stop to know my part of the death
Introductions rot with a din 

I search for heartbeats
In battered pieces of flesh, once they had a soul
Bleeding tears of carrying your disgrace upon me
A dead one with a silent yowl 

Loathe me with all you’ve got
Bring all the profane grumblings, unprejudiced or unsure
I’m left with slayed dreams, you took all that was me
My only sin was of being pure

 

Being Her

September 10, 2013 19 comments

Women around us, in our societies, in our workplaces and even in our homes get treated in a demeaning manner.

Do we seek to make a better world without giving respect to our ladies ?

Broken flutes orchestrate a perfect symphony.
A tattered shroud masks the sorrows untamed.
Flowerets shiver in the cold sun masked by smoke.
For her conspicuous dreams – is she to be blamed?

Daubing her skin away from the acidic prejudice
and the sightless hunger for the innocence of her kind.
She works in a yard with the prominent in prey 
as the quivering worth of a woman goes to the blind.

With a muted applause from her callous apprentices,
she carries bouquets of smiles covering her sores.
Alive in her own story of a life beyond the tale.
She hides our guiltless shame beneath her toes.

Love Won’t Let Us Give Up

August 12, 2013 10 comments

 

Chasing smeared promises

of an armistice in this commotion

I fought blankness in my words

and the ease in giving up crept inside, somehow.

 

Living on a boat, stuck in a frozen lake.

Conversing with the emptiness in my ears.

I saw mammoth towers of strength sink quietly.

I saw power of existence give way to reality.

 

Still, there was a willingness in my dreams

and a last leaf of hope you had given me once.

Holding on to the doors of a personal connotation

was this last verse, waiting,  for me to still write.

 

Yes, I believed in the “me” you once told me about.      

I remembered when you said

that if there would ever be a forever,

you and I would be still in love.

 

So, I jumped into this tomblike dark space

and brought the fight to the moments of despair.

They wounded me with their blessed corruptness

and I choked the last bit of air out of them.

 

Then you came and carried away

my scarred cradle of skin in your prayers.

When I thought it was all done

and the senses of my clock were half seized.

I woke up in your arms.

I woke up at home.

 

 

They Know ME By A Name

July 10, 2013 8 comments

 

They talk about me

after they have torn my heart

and set it ablaze.

Yes, I am the humanity

you find butchered on the streets

 

They painted pictures of me

and cried in prayers

as they celebrated faith.

Yes, I am the God

you kill in the name of.

 

They wrote songs on me

as I was penultimate treasure

for defining the existence of all.

Yes, I am the peace

you trade for the glitter in your pockets.

 

They know me by a name.

A name not known to me.

 

 

Alive – Angels Happen

June 10, 2013 16 comments

When you have good things happening in life around you, you don’t really seek for explanations. Everything seems just and adequately comfortable.

I had not known Sandra for long. It was exactly a year ago when we first met. She was just seventeen then and nothing different from an average teenager.

She had plans in life. Plans to travel. Plans to paint a masterpiece. Plans to publish a book of her poems. She had plans to keep her focused towards loving her life as much as she could.

I had a tumor inside my brain for seven years before I found it out when I fainted on the escalator that evening three years ago. Three times, I got it operated but it came back again every time. It was like a destiny waiting to happen. Soon, I started losing my sight and within a year, I was technically blind.

Six months ago, after I got operated for the fifth time, I received a call from Sandra’s father. Something I never expected happened that evening.

Sandra was in the same cancer ward with me. Her blood cancer was detected in the incurable stage. For a seventeen year old, she never seemed begging for any moment of life. She was life.

Before Sandra lost her battle with her destiny, she donated her eyes to me. This was her last wish. This was her last plan.

My tumor never returned after I started seeing the world again with her eyes. She was the explanation for my life. She was the life.

Yes, I have seen angels. They are not the ones who do miracles. They are the ones who teach you to live another day.

(This short story was written to celebrate the lives of those beautiful people who donate their body parts for letting someone live again.
Also, this story is about the courage of the people who fight cancer with all the support of their family members.)   

What Happened ? Life Happened !!!

May 24, 2013 10 comments

 

My Dear Blog

 

You know that I love you and you know that I know how neglected you must be feeling nowadays as I have not been visiting your adobe frequently like I used to.

 

You and I have a relationship where there are no compulsions on explaining things or standards to be followed. You have always given me whatever I longed for and in return, never asked for anything. This makes you more and more special everyday.

 

No, I have not found a new love. Life has happened. Daughters are growing and their sweet little talks keep me spellbound for most of the day. After a long time and hardwork, opportunity has finally come calling for my dear wife and I need to support her throughout this.

 

You are and will remain the reflection of my conscience and inner strength. Just remember – I am being with myself and would return as soon as I can.

 

Happy Blogging ! 

 

I  LOVE  MY  BLOG

 

Healthy Happy Smiles

May 10, 2013 8 comments

It was technically supposed to be our last date before we got married…to each other.

I had come on a short leave of about a week to buy everything that I could have needed to look “pretty” – shoes, shirts, suits, ties, some indo-westerns…what else?

Parul, on the contrary, had been shopping since the last eight months !

 

It was a pleasant October Monday morning in Chandigarh. I borrowed my friend’s bike and like all good friends do, fell about a kilometer short of the nearest petrol pump and reached Parul’s PG an hour late.

She was still getting ready.

 

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked her as she sat on the pillion and her idyllic aroma overwhelmed my senses.

“Well, got an appointment at the boutique, need to pick up some sandals, your churidaar must be ready so we need to have a trial and…hmmm…let’s start moving first, I’ll tell you.”

I just loved the way she plans everything, leaves only the driving part to me…much easier !

 

“We need to see a friend of mine in Sector 21. Won’t take much longer and then we’ll move for lunch, OK?” she said after a couple of hours of shopping. We drove to Sector 21 and stopped in front a big red-bricked house.

“Healthy Happy Smiles Clinic” the board adjacent to the gate read. I had my sixth sense playing rugby inside my gut. Parul’s “friend” was a dentist – a lady dentist and I knew what was incoming for me but kept on hoping against hope.

“So, shall we have a look?” the dentist-cum-friend asked after the courteous congratulatory talk. Parul had a smile on her face as she looked at me. We let our eyes do the talking for a while.

“You should have told me.”

“Then you won’t have come.”

“I feel embarrassed….so embarrassed !”

“Don’t worry, it’s just a treatment. A quick sitting and you know you need it.”

“But a lady dentist ? And that too your friend ?”

“She’s giving us discount !” her eyes gleamed.

…and I lost another argument !

I needed a root canal treatment for my left upper molar, scaling and filling for some of them and detailed advisory for likely gingivitis i.e. bleeding gums.  

 

“Oral hygiene is not genetics that “if my mother had bad teeth, I am also born to have those” or “my bad breath resembles my father’s”. Oral hygiene is a practice one must understand and adhere to. The thing with oral hygiene is that it won’t show alarming signs when things are in the process of deterioration, but the unbearable pinch would come when things would’ve gone overboard,” the friendly-dentist explained to me.

“We don’t realize how much we put our oral system through every day. It’s a continuously working system and if we introspect how much we put behind the maintenance part, most of us would not be acknowledging the hardwork it does.” She sounded so right.

“Brushing your teeth twice daily with a good toothpaste like Colgate Total, rinsing your mouth after meals preferably with a good mouthwash and believing that you need to regularly see a dentist to have an expert opinion and likely treatment are some simple basic rules to follow towards a good oral hygiene.” The only thing left for me to say was “Thank You so very much.”

 

“Do I have bad breath ?” I asked Parul as I received my complimentary ice cream after the visit to the dentist.

“Nope,” she replied. “You smell good enough for me to decide getting married to you. I just don’t want you to keep your fake teeth on the bedside next to my photo after, say, fifty years. Let there be only turn-ons and no turn-offs between us!”

 

The plan sounded good enough and worth having some time dedicated for my oral hygiene. Afterall, it’s a short life and lots of love to make.

 

Healthy Happy Smiles to you all !

This is an entry for My Healthy Speak Blog on http://www.indiblogger.in

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