FOR THE NAMELESS BIRD

( DELHI NIRBHAYA 2012.

HOW WOMEN, HER DIGNITY AND HER IDENTITY IS DROWNED

IN PATRIARCHY )

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giving introduction to my COLUMNS and POEMS.

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5/1/13 

The silence was loud 

Too loud ………

 

The pace of the breath was but slow

Agonizingly slow ……….

 

But

For the first time ,,,,,

For the very first time ever,

It was visible …………

 

A sleek passage of that precious air stream

Reluctantly ballooning up at the tip of her nostrils

 

Every human being had a glance at it

 

Near that window,

Closed and sealed,

A few,

A very few,

Saw that air,

Unwilling to leave her

Desperate to live

Starved of breath, 

The girl now left...

Dear sister, the tiny bird….

We too are desperate

Desperate to leave this very hell

Sadly for us,

Now,

That too has become forbidden 

 

For,

The pavement to a dignified death,

Is deserted 

 

The hinterlands leading to an honourable exit, 

Is scary 

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For,

You will be alone. Quite alone

Still.

But.

It is away, 

Far far far away

And

Far away,

Safely,

From them

For,

His desire is to rule

And the urge is to rule forever

 

Every new morning 

Has made another day yesterday,

 

Every new moment,

Has one more baggage of the past,

 

The bygone time zone is a terrain without an access

For,

The road is only towards the end.

And it is awaiting,

Up there.

 

That very end

Where,

The winner and the loser

The good and the bad

The master and the slave

The happiest and most dejected

The blessed and the cursed

The atheist and the believer

The celebrated and the notorious

The famous and the anonymous

All and all and all and all,

Meet

Which but they,

Believe,

They won't ever

A few among us. ….. ..

 

Cursed,

 

Left to live,

 

Pondered …

 

They were dubious,

Dubious of,

The so-called desire and urge,

Was that actually greed and lust, 

Mistagged ? ??

What is the supreme power?

Unwilling to stop evil

Who is the benevolent?

Who always,

Throughout history,

Incessantly breeding sorrow

And

Insensitively sending the iniquitous souls to earth.

There was a knock,

Not on the door

It was a bird leaving,

Her wings were tender,

 

There was but power in the stride

She left something on the glass coating

 

Maybe an invitation

 

For,

She was embracing the winds

 

For,

The winds could smile back,

For,

A celebration was in the skies

And the stars,

They were twinkling,

Adorned with a breastpin,

Having her name embellished

A name,

Taken away from her.