Tribute to Nirbhaya, the rape victim !

Tribute to Nirbhaya…

 

Once again a daughter is sacrificed

Tormented n wounded was she to the core

So barbarically, that she lost her life

Questioning humanity that how many more!

 

Once again someone has dared

Acted sinful and immoral

Beleaguered and coerced the innocent

To prove his satanic power

 

Once again I heard

This dark sinister laughter

My ears deafen with splitting

and piercing screams of torture

 

Once again I tossed n turned

Sleepless through the night

I called upon ‘O God’,

Who claims to be almight

 

You’re known to be Supreme,

So where is your clout

I learnt you stood for the weak,

Protected with your shroud

 

We learnt from the scriptures

One pays for one’s misdeeds

I haven’t seen many brought to justice

Virtuous victims only recede

 

All that while we cry hoarse

Against the malevolent society

Why shouldn’t we then question

Your chauvinistic deity

 

Dowry deaths, honor killings

and daily physical assaults

Or shouldn’t we support the womb killings

to save the pain afterwards

 

Once again I have no answer

to our daughters we raise

No protection can I guarantee,

No promise I can make

 

My heart is torn for the sufferers,

Who fall to devils’ prey

How can we be their guardians,

When You are not au’fait

 

How many more sacrifices

And assaults will it take

To stir You up to chasten

The sordid and depraved !!

 

Let me bid you bon voyage…go live your dream!

My Precious !!

 

I have uprooted my little scion

And planted it so far far away

To experience new milieu

To blossom n flower in an abounding way

 

Our roots were so entangled

Our hearts were so entwined

It hurt n bled as I pulled away

The invisible umbilical cord, intertwined

 

Over the years and seasons

I have nurtured it with love n care

To protect it from chill n frost

Kept tucked under my shade

 

Then came a day

When it touched the ceiling

Ready to fly n gain full height

How I wished I could keep tending

 

Do I really have to do it,

Why not fend under my wing

To keep it warm n protected

From the world so unforgiving

 

I secretly fathomed,

I have to let it sail

To learn to face the strong winds

Of life’s storms n gales

 

To prepare for the global environ

To grow into a grove, evergreen

Learn to bloom through autumn n winter

For life is not an everlasting spring

 

I have to strengthen my core

To let this cause begin

To help unleash its full stature

To let strew its fragrance to the brim

 

Let me bid you bon voyage…go live your dream!

The Two Of Me…

Sometimes I feel that I am the two of myself!

There is this one who’s shy, cocooned in her hard shell

Perceptive, susceptible to get hurt and vulnerable

There is another tough one, out to fight the world and excel

 

There is one who has little room for unworthy emotions

Replaced by focused rationale and transactions

Yet the other one refuses to write-off selfless affection

And preserves tears for compassion and devotion

 

Hard facts over fables anytime

No prose no poetry, just reason to rhyme

Words entrenched with fervor still awake me, midnight

Verses flow over the pad like a flooded river, in my twin paradigm

 

Keeping pace with advancements, enjoying the milieu though feign

Plug n play with gizmos, multichannel devices turning insane

Yet longing to soak in sun n first shower of rain

Serenaded by the birds chirp, feeling the dew on the windowpane

 

Opening my eyes to the reality is life’s doctrine

Also, keeping them shut to continue my dream

Detached from crowd, can’t stretch to masses and middling

Still those astute yet innocent faces I find endearing

 

Power and fame stopped impressing me long ago

But bylines by folks why feed my distinguished ego

Demon of success still fills me with magnitude

Yet peace and serenity comes from soulful solitude

 

Submitting to shackles in the name of safety

Confining to compromise be the formula of harmony

Yet a free spirit infuses need for autonomy

Feet ready to groove all night on the trance symphony

 

Curious like a little child, ready to explore life

Marveling at enigmatic world, vulnerable and naïve

Yet holding the universe of experience in my gaze

To question the rubrics and offer answers in haze

 

The soft breeze with an ability to turn a windmill

Imperious though passionate, spark with fire concealed

Solid though permeable, malleable yet brittle

Is this the two of me …………..

or just me in metamorphosis, in qua of being dual