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Sin of Being Pure

October 21, 2013 13 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.

My Gutless Fellow Humans

March 12, 2013 10 comments

Here they are,

my gutless fellow humans.

So occupied.

So unconcerned.

Floating in un-confessed misery.

 

        At some corner I see

        a homeless old man dying.

        So what ? People die.

        But excuse me,

        this phone call is too important for me.

 

I curse the system

and the society

when women get raped.

but I never reported

those eve teasers down the road.

 

        Small children begging,

        a pathetic site I hate.

        Never out of concern, though.

        Their faces disgust me.

        Don’t tell anyone,

        my maid is just thirteen.

 

I turn the pages of newspaper,

same old stories

of women getting beaten up.

I am a man and my wife

must bloody well oblige me,

otherwise…..

        Here they are,

        my gutless fellow humans.

Her Slow Demise

November 28, 2012 8 comments

A shame known as “marital rape” happens around us. This is the evil of domestic violence our society so very calmly lives with. 

Please speak up against it. 

She woke up this morning again
Assembling her tormented body
Seeking respect that lay battered
Her meaning simply meant shoddy

 

Watching her slow demise in front
Standing next to the broken mirror
She dyed her scars with fake normalcy
Bleeding life, once knew some fervor

 

There weren’t any questions she had
She waited for no explanations either
Wearing a mask over pilling atrocities
Perhaps, even left wishing for a breather

 

A cloak of numbness and unjust burgeoning
Swallowing her, as she ceased to defy
This is her story and she dies near you
Devouring herself, for him to pacify

 

Speak Up To Stop It – Domestic Violence

October 5, 2012 15 comments

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.

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.

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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.   

 

 

 

 

Silhouettes Of My Fabled Dreams

August 11, 2012 31 comments

Violence against women is a technical term used to collectively refer to violent acts that are primarily or exclusively committed against women. Similar to a hate crime, this type of violence targets a specific group with the victim’s gender as a primary motive.

The United Nations General Assembly defines “violence against women” as “any act of gender-based violence that results in, or is likely to result in, physical, sexual or mental harm or suffering to women, including threats of such acts, coercion or arbitrary deprivation of liberty, whether occurring in public or in private life.”

Source : Wikipedia.com

 

As the so called “civilized beings” is this the way we want our women to be treated?

If she can’t go outside without the fear of being eve teased, molested or harassed then what right do we have to be labeled the ones with a conscience.

Speak up. Raise your voice against it. Bring the criminals to law. Be responsible.

 

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Paint me a world with a silken charm unmatched.

Honoring the silhouettes of my fabled dreams.

Help me define myself from own bright shadows.

In my silent requests, your masculine might beams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ardent efforts of keeping it all the way you want.

Unexplained curses douse my parched choke.

Never the assistance of your inspiring touch.

Us being together – why only my beliefs got broke.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Viciously, you make me a pyre of pain and agony.

And lit the fire with violent impacts of charge.

My trust is burnt and I drown in the flames.

Once so lively, now bruised with no entourage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The stamps of unethical endeavors on my mind.

Decomposed memoirs of your faded importance.

This silence is as I still pray for the miracle undone.

The end of love is hardly a reason for sustained penance.