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Speak Up To Stop It – Domestic Violence


One thing that disturbs me most is domestic violence.

Women are the co-creators of our societies with God himself. Still, there is this devilish physical torture which is directed towards them in the darkest corners of our social life. Apart from the physical abuse it is the irreversible mental degradation that affects them the most.

If you haven’t heard of it then it doesn’t mean that it is not happening around you – somebody is just not telling her story.

SPEAK UP.

 

इन्द्रधनुष  की  पंखुड़ियों से  सजे

लेकिन  कुछ  चुप  चाप  से  बैठे

किस  तरह  दुनिया  की  परवाह  से  छुपाऊं 

जो  फर्क  मरे  फक्र  में  नज़र  आता  है

 

अपने  मज़हब  को  छोड़  तेरा  ही  ज़िक्र  किया

बे – मंजिल  हर लम्हा  तेरे  संग  चलते  रहे

खुशिओं  के  आगोश  म  पलते  सपने

जाने क्यूँ  नींद  में ही  दफ़न  हो  गए

 

मेरे  मैं  का  हर  रूप  धुल  गया , मिट  गया

हर  चाह  में  हैं  तरसती  खामोशियाँ

जो  जला  दें  चोटों  से  सराबोर  यह  दिल  

उन  फ़रिश्तों  को  अब  तलाशें  कहाँ

 

The English translation is as follows :

 

Cherished in the petals of the rainbow

now they sit somewhere muted.

How should I hide my dismantled self ?

This worth of me now lies so dented.

 

Spoke of you more than I spoke my prayers.

Wandering besides you without an aim.

The dreams which were nourished by bliss.

Dying, in some dark grave now they lay.

 

Every sense of me is now washed up, erased.

Silence screaming in my desires to be.

Those who’ll burn my aching pieces,

where are the angels to set my free.

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  1. October 5, 2012 at 11:31 pm

    Very sensitive a topic.
    The women, prefer shutting up than speaking up against it. Even the strongest of em, give in.

    I wonder if there is a way out!

    • October 5, 2012 at 11:44 pm

      It is very difficult for reality.
      We live in a society where even strong women who raise their voice are outcast.
      Shame. Nothing else.

  2. October 6, 2012 at 12:49 am

    I am doing my part with a blog initiative Code-Purple. Stop by and check it out if you’d like. I’m writing a poem a day in honor of Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I am asking other writers to join me in their pledge. Will you dedicate a poem a day to DVAM?

    • October 6, 2012 at 12:54 am

      There is a part for everyone of us to play…I would certainly play mine. Thank you and I must say that you are doing an honest job indeed

  3. October 6, 2012 at 6:27 am

    Telling stories=Life blood

    • October 6, 2012 at 6:30 am

      Nothing lesser than that ! Thank you !

      • October 6, 2012 at 6:34 am

        One question on your comments what what can we do?
        Listen.
        Learn the true art of listening with open compassion. Not feel sorry for. Trust.
        Every tie a woman tells her true story to a real listener. She becomes stronger. Her story changes every telling. Every story she is more a hero.
        Listen.

      • October 6, 2012 at 7:01 am

        So very true. Every time she’ll tell her story is not ‘cas people want to listen but ‘cas she wants herself to realize that everytime she conquers and defends a new better self in her story.

      • October 6, 2012 at 7:04 am

        Yes!
        A sacred space to be heard.

  4. October 7, 2012 at 9:46 am

    english vinglish dekhi kya? please do watch. u will love it!

    • October 7, 2012 at 10:17 am

      ahh…jaise hi yahan se niklunga – daud kar theater hi pahunchunga 🙂 !!

  5. drsuraiyanasim
    October 7, 2012 at 11:48 am

    Prashant….a standing ovation for you!
    This poem overwhelmed me to tears.
    “Apne mazhab ko chod tera hi zikr kiya….spoke of you more than i spoke my prayers”.
    You have captured the exact feelings of a woman.
    “where are the angels to set me free…” 😦

    The last stanza was heartwrenchingly painful….i must have read this poem atleast 10 times.

    One of my closest friends had been a victim of domestic violence and abuse. (maybe i have told u this before). When her head was bruised and bleeding and the doctors asked her if her hubby had been hitting her she always denied it.
    Why she denied this? She was a doctor haerself…earning, independent….She hid her scars bcoz she LOVED her husband so much that she couldn’t see him behind bars or in trouble.
    Evrerytime he hit her….she tried to escape but he would fall to her feet and start crying like a little baby saying how much he loved her and how he couldn’t imagine life sans her.
    Every woman has a soft heart that beats like crazy for her husband….she wud start feeling sorry for him and stay back.
    Her confidence was shattered…she was battered and bruised but she couldn’t escape it.
    It was a Vicious circle.

    Such men are sadistic and psychotic….some are paranoid too. THEY have a problem…a huge one. But they don’t accept it. These men need help themselves…..proper treatment….psychiatric and psychological counselling.
    But u knw what the worst part is? The parents of such men support them saying-‘who doesn’t have a temper? There are so many ppl who hit their wives in anger….no big deal..!!!’
    When the boy’s mom, being a lady herself is like this…can there be any scope for improvement.

    And you are right…..many a story is still left UNSAID.

    • October 7, 2012 at 12:37 pm

      Hi Suraiya
      You’ve brought the core of this evil open for us to know in your comment.
      Yes, domestic abuse happens for some support, mental imbalance or just for the sake of being the senseless dominant one in the relationship. In our society women had been raised simply as a suitcase to carry your things forward from generation to generation.
      It is changing. But may be at a very slow pace.
      Thank you for adding a piece of life to this post.

  6. October 9, 2012 at 7:31 am

    Wonderful words came out from beautiful hearts.
    Touching.
    Captivating.poem.

    All best,
    mei

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