BORN TO DIE

The happy heart was proud and wanted to 
shout out loud...
It'd just given birth to little Puffs of Love,
white n soft as the fluffy cloud.

The cute little puffs flitted about
gleefully, smiling coy...
Mirthful...Carefree... Pure
celebrations of unadulterated joy !!!

Her adorable Puffs of Love 
soon emerged from within...
To seek that 'special soul' and trap it
in Love's heady spin ...
Capture it in the fountain of fondness
with its magic spell...
Create for it an abode of heaven
in all prevailing hell !!!

Alas, the Puffs were not meant to live or
to last long...
To touch the soul they sought to possess
and belong...
For Sensibility knew what the heart
could never see...
The Laws of the Land forbade
what could never be...

And so, she gathered the little, 
cute Puffs of Love...
They followed her, their Pied Piper,
in merry push n shove...
Down they plunged, into their  
coffin of death...
Unbeknownst...
Innocent...Oblivious...
till the last breath...

Sullen Sensibility returned to her abode,
the Head...
Harrowed Heart, bled in agonizing pain
to watch Love dead...

Love journeyed from womb to tomb
and didn't even know why...
Only the Eye could read the epitaph
"BORN........TO DIE"

......from the depths of my cacophonous soul...: Take My Heart

......from the depths of my cacophonous soul...: Take My Heart: Take my heart.  Play with it.  With your weapon of pun. Bounce it and watch shamelessly... as it skips a beat while you pretend to mis...

Take My Heart

Take my heart. 

Play with it. 
With your weapon of pun.
Bounce it and watch shamelessly...
as it skips a beat while you pretend to miss a catch.

Oh, kick it.
With your boot of arrogance. 
And 'lol' as you watch it fly across hopelessly...
falling with a thud into a squishy mess.

Slice it.
With your dagger of sarcasm.
Go on. Enjoy the mirth watching it bleed generously...
like a water-melon that quenches thirst in its blood red sacrifice.

Shoot it.
With your 'silencing' revolver. 
Coz you decide NOT to hear its justifications mercilessly...
and it agrees immediately and muffles all that it wants to declare. 

Go away. 
Only to come back to it, my dear.
For this 'Phoenix'ical masterpiece...
will pull all its shredded pieces of vanity back.
Gel together...
And rise again. 
Scarred. 
Bruised.
Swollen.
Disheveled.
Each time slightly weakened than before... 
But ready for you to frolic with again.

Refusing to shut down and give up...
Until it's the will of destiny. 

THE RAPE OF ANGELS......BEGINS AT HOME!

Cacophonous my weeping soul is!!!! Anger, rage, murderous intentions and then, a giant wave of sorrow!!! It is the helplessness that drives the psyche mad after such a horrendous incident has taken place. 

The Delhi gang rape has opened the lid off the cauldron of fury!

Put them to death!!! Hang them!!! Throw them to the furious public who are most likely to pounce upon them like hungry wolves or beat them into pulp!!! Castrate them!!! Amputate!!! Blind them and let them rot in the hellhole called jail for the rest of their lives!!! A plethora of the goriest of punishments pour forth as the girl struggles to come back to life. I too wish for a torturous treatment meted out to them so that those filthy minds feel for once, what it is to be at the receiving end of sheer brutality! 

But once the storm has passed, the mind questions justification. Does the problem end here? A 23 year old woman's suffering would have been, sort of, avenged............I say sort of, because, no matter what is done now, her tormented psyche and physique, can never be the same again! But does this amputate that gangrenous, festering, putrefying limb called Rape??? 

NO!!! 

Rape is NOT exactly a medium of sexual gratification. It is.....A TOOL OF REVENGE............FOR A MAN (ACTUALLY A COWARD)...... WHO CAN BULLY A WOMAN USING HIS MALE STRENGTH!  (GANG RAPISTS ARE EVEN WORSE....THEY CANT EVEN DO THIS ALONE!!!) 


If we analyse the aftermath of a rape incident, the victim's life is destroyed forever, for it is not just the physique that has gone through brutal torture, but also the psyche! But more than the pain that the victim has to bear, it is the tag of 'disgrace' bound not only around the victim but the whole family as well, which becomes a helluva good reason for many to use rape as a tool of vengeance! Why family? Demons in human form, claiming to be from the 'elite upper caste', 'defame' an entire community by using this tool against ONE, totally innocent girl!!! 

But I ask you, who is it that is 'assigning' this disgrace? Whom does a rape victim's family shy away from? Who forces them to 'hang their heads in shame'? The society!!! And who compromises the society? You and me, right? So, that means, it is US who are indirectly, the root cause of the very happening of a rape!!! Just think, if the whole aspect of bringing disgrace or defaming didn't rest solely upon the 'the dignity of a woman', would it have such importance? Why should the family's dignity not be measured also, by the grace (or disgrace) of a man???

Rape is also an indirect outcome of male dominance, which has its roots in childhood. How a father treats the children's mother, and other women of the family, is the first lesson children get to imbibe from. Stereotyped roles for sons and daughters, where the sons are given to understand and believe that they have an advantage over the girls, and that they can dominate over them is the next stage, where they get to PRACTICE what they have imbibed. This carries on to their adulthood and marital life as well, resulting in enslavement, abuse and yes, in the extreme case, rape! 

We as a society are also largely responsible for proliferating the horrors faced by a rape victim. We might sympathize with them and feel 'oh so sorry' for them initially. But to accept them back into the society later, give them jobs and let them live a life of dignity is still a tall order in the Indian society! Once a stigma, always a stigma! 

So, while it is cool to sit at home and discuss, comment, protest and blame the police, the government and the law,WE also need to CHANGE! 

It is APPALLING to know that a girl is being raped every 22 minutes!!! We Indians have to do SOMETHING to bring a reform! 

Let us do our bit and begin at home! 

Let us, as Moms and Dads....

• treat each other with respect and dignity
• bring up sons and daughters with equal love and care
• cultivate high morals so that children imbibe from us
• teach sons to respect women and treat them with dignity
• not bring up daughters with the sole intention of marrying them off but rather, as a permanent part of the family even after marriage
• teach daughters to be bold and alert and well-versed in some form of self defence

Let us, as Boys....

• respect girls and not treat them as objects to be victimized
• not expect any advantage over girls
• not ACCEPT DOWRY in marriage but rather, accept the girl, and together, create a beautiful world of your own with contributions from both (such a shame on YOUR INTELLIGENCE AND CAPABILITY, when you, as a boy claim dowry!!!) 

Let us, as a Society...

• respect women, especially in public places
• condemn such atrocities wholeheartedly, whether in the city or in villages
• cooperate with the authorities in order to catch the culprits
• lend all our support to those who are victimized, rich or poor, and help them rebuild a life, instead of stigmatizing and singling them out
• join hands and HELP A VICTIM, AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME, INSTEAD OF STANDING AND STARING!!!

LET US BE THE CHANGE THAT WE WISH TO SEE..................!!!

LET US LEAVE BEHIND A SOCIETY THAT HAS CHANGED FOR THE BETTER.....................!!!  

SILVER LINE IN THE CLOUD

Never complain if your life is hard,

Troubles are more and rewards few.....

Just remember that the mighty oak tree

Was once just a tiny nut like you.

For every cloud in the sky,

Has a silver line.

And so the sun...

Will shine....someday....will shine!

Cheerz:)

THE WOODS ARE DYING............AND THEY WEEP...

The woods were lovely

dark and deep,

But oh! Man had so many

promises to keep,

And miles to go before

he fell asleep.................................fell asleep.............

Those woods, where

years ago Mr. Frost,

To admire you stood

and paused,

Oh! Those lovely dark

woods are lost..............................are lost......................

For Man kept his promises,

And with pride,

Conquered the earth

in each confident stride

While, for his need and greed alone

The trees slowly died............................slowly died........................

Those woods are no more

dark and deep,

Mr. Frost, no more those sounds

of downy flake and sweep.

While Man still has promises to keep,

The woods die and silently weep.....................................silently weep.........................

anee,

19th July 1996

EXAM DAYS.

PROLOGUE: -
It starts from the previous day...
the palpitations,
the preparations.
Troubled sleeep...
Getting up umpteen times
thinkin alarm has gone off
Nightmares of sleeping late....

On the day...

Gods are appeased,
Parents blessings sought,
Hasty, last minute discussions with friends...
Trrrrrrrrrring....
Oh no...heyy, what's the answer to that Q?
NO MORE REVISIONS PLEASE.

In the hall...
While the wait is on,
The 'Weight' of the entire portion
weighs heavily on the mind...
Unbearable....
Almost deadly in its crushing blow.
Ooops forgot to revise that one...grrrr...
Oh God please please pleasey please let it not
be there in the question paper...

S I L E N C E.

Answer sheets...names...roll nos...
Tension.
Will that question come?
Will i be writing well on these pages?
Three hours from now, will i be smiling
or flunk it?
Aaaaaahhhh.....(more Gods appeased)

Question papers.
Will the teacher hand it to me fast?
In hand at last...
Heart beats racing...
Stops beating...
Shut eye.
God help me.
Breathe deeply.
Open eyes.
Quick glance through...
Aaha, i know that one...(smile)
Uhoh...why did she have to include this now? (grrr...sob sob)
Nywayzz.....
START.
Write Write Write
Aha...a flow is established.
Now, Scribble Scribble Scribble
Tumble of words...
Racing of pen...
Scratching of paper...
MORE PAPER.
Time is passing by too.
Flow...Cascade...
Deluge of words.
Brain hastily 'vomitting' the words consumed...
Some thoroughly digested, some undigested but mugged up...
All out!
Time almost up...
TIE UP.
Scribble becomes scrawl....
One more answer...laaaaaast word........
...........uhhhh........
Trrrrringgggggg!

Give in.
DONE!!!

EPILOGUE :-
Not bad :)