Thursday, January 9, 2014

victim




She sat in a corner and cried, 
until there were no tears...
She wanted to scream at the various gods she had offered her prayers to....
The hot magma of shame , guilt and fear burnt her alive...

In sixth standard she studied,in a school six villages away...
A group of men unknown,took her away and defied her dignity again and again 
and had left her to die on a highway...

She came home and told her ordeal,
she cried ; cried in shame ...

Silent as the wind, like a ghost she turned pale,
dropped out of school.
An image of horrible pain and gloom hung around her eyes 
as if she had been plucked of the desire to live...

Unable to bear the agony, her parents consumed poison,
Her brother, mother, father and sister all died unable to face the humiliation
leaving her alone to suffer in silence...

Her dreams were shattered, her youth destroyed,
Her personality snatched,
Her future on a funeral fire...

she became the outcast of the village,
the subject of many a silent whisper,
her head held low she walks away...

A case was Booked as per law,no one found guilty even after months...

Slowly and slowly,
she withers away in darkness
Too afraid to scream...
Too afraid to die...
Too afraid to live...
Scarred for life...

If she only she could fight,
If only she had support,
If only she would get justice... 


we face a grave uncertain future , lets not sit in silence....
Society is ours to change , it shall change only when we change it !!
Laws shall not make its impact unless such heinous criminal offenses punishable by death and the victim is allowed back into society and given respect to her strength not given a tag for the rest of her life !! 

until when we can't treat the victim with respect, god knows how many such victims shall suffer in silence....
 

Sunday, January 5, 2014

romantic stuck in paradise




I was alone,
                  the bus making its way through the hills stations in dizzying speeds,

The mist seemed to flow through the window 
                                                                   and wake me up from slumber...

The cold made its presence felt  immediately,
                                                                   the green carpet on either side welcomed my thoughts of her...


How I wished she was here with me by my side on this cold morning,
by the lap of nature,
                               the big blue sky,
                                                        the sound of early birds chirping,
                                                                                                      the warmth of life slowly coming to life...

She was miles away in another land,
                          yet my heart yearned for her angelic face,
Those magical shining eyes that sparkled kindness and love...

Her sound of rippling laughter listening to my snoring bliss, 
              her constant banter of soulful philosophy...

I wished the mist would take my love to her and shower my love to her window...

the mist slowly moved away,the sun had arrived, 
it would be three months before i d meet her again..

Until then i was a lonely romantic stuck in paradise

who was she?



I saw her just once out of the corner of my eye,
i could not take my mind of her !!

There was a magnetism to her eyes that drew to me her...
She sat by the tree overlooking the river that surrounded the temple...
She wore a simple elegant white saree that seemed to magnify the intensity 
of her eyes that reverberated power...

She saw me and smiled ,while she fed a small goat with grass 
i went upto her and bowed in reverence...

She was seventy summers old,lived as a village doctor in the neighbouring village...
She smiled and blessed me with her grace...
In all my years traveling , I've never seen anyone with such raw power exuding from anyone..
genuine magnetic eyes humbled me to bow to her...

the temple bells beckoned and i left ,telling her i'd be back 
 
She was gone when i came back to the tree an hour later...

the neighbouring village she told had been decimated in the floods ten yrs ago,now NO ONE LIVED THERE....
no one !!


so who was she???
 

yaks of the himalayas



THE Himalayan mountain range stood like a pillar of heaven,
Tall spectacular and  awe inspiring...
In one such range,stood one temple that would be rid of its snow just for one day in a year...

Thousands of pilgrims arrived there on the day the great lord opened the gates of heaven,
For only that day it was believed the lord would come to the earth,
THE sounds of prayer shook the entire Himalayas...

THE path to the lord lay in serpentine cold slippery path that no human could reach,
Only yaks could mount the dangerous path..

Four yaks,only four,
guided by able sure footed brave-hearts would carry twenty devotees in one shot...
the bone chilling path, made every pilgrim think of god and god alone, 
saying their prayers in fear.reverence,awe and
 faith...

THE four bravehearts stood outside braving the elements,
In twenty years they had never seen the lord,

For the money they made that evening was the only thing 
that sustained them till the next yr...
While the thousand strong devotees were in awe of the lord,
these unsung heroes tended to their life blood,thirty strong yaks...