Posts Tagged ‘crime against women’

Sin of Being Pure

October 21, 2013 14 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.

I Live With Your Shame

January 2, 2013 24 comments



So called protagonists of our times, you treat us as dummies with lifeless integrities and scarred sense of judgment.  Shamelessly and so openly, you use your instrument of manipulated conscience and malice to reward the unworthy amongst us and form a pathetic group of people who know just how to nourish the egocentric appetite and influence the downfall of honesty.

You give democracy a bad name.

Babri Masjid


Ages after ages, she has honorably played her part in building a better society and even played your part when you were too busy boasting about your minuscule and senseless domination of the same.  She is the foundation of your existence but gets her throat filled with burning charcoals of verdicts passed by these gutless cowards.

You give man a bad name.

Women Harassment


She has peeled her skin off to give you the shade of knowledge and the understanding of true and fair. Yet, so devilishly targeted are your assaults on her pious core and innocent soul. You devour her, brutally battering her inside the brightest adobes and raping her in front of a hypnotized civilization too busy gathering bits of thrown away glitters.  

You give everything a bad name.

Delhi Rape



I Am That Someone

August 23, 2012 28 comments

Crime against women
 is the worst reality that our society does acknowledge as being cruel and inhumane…and then sleeps over it.

Fucking speak against it.

Stand for the ones who get hurt.

If you can’t stop it  – you or someone you love – might just end up being on the receiving end.


Prayers in my ordeal

still remain so unheard.

Unwanted and unprovoked

fellowship of hate.

Broken smiles – plasticized,

and made up happiness.

Recollecting the vows,

could they shape this fate?

–          Someone who witnesses domestic violence  




Chocked assumptions in abundance

consume all respect.

Terrified steps of fall

damage my being immaculate.

Avoiding greater harms

I settle down for the least.

Known as been taken.

Diminishing sanities fluctuate.

–          Someone who was molested.




A sack of emotional ache

beyond recognition.

Traumatized body waiting

to be lit and charred.

They took my meaning,

ripped apart from my soul.

Unfazed biases, from being whole,

I am barred.

–          Someone who was raped.