Break The Fences

During the shrill of the night, they came crawling from everywhere - setting fire to the inner self that was cowering in terror. I was under siege. There were blockades around, everywhere, I couldn't jump and run away. My adrenalines failed me, so I sat there, shivered, pissed on my pants and gnashed my teeth to powder. I fought my best inhibitions to not wanting to open my eyes, but I was defeated. When I looked around, all that I could find on the contrary was peace.

I saw bats flapping their wings, it rhymed as music to me. Cricket sounds added flavour to the eerie silence. There were no men or women on the streets. But plenty of dogs, stray ones, some howling and some wagging their tails in love and freedom. I knew in my heart that this was heaven. The world taught me to hate darkness, but I started finding light in it. It appeared much more real without the allures of the day. I looked at the skies, the moon was shining bright and those stars, they were winking sweetly at my otherwise ridiculed form.

What they ask you to do misleads you. What takes you away from structure and the generally agreed rightful ways, takes you to your paradise. For in chaos lies beauty spectacular. Your wandering soul finds its rest in the fields carpeted with scrubby tufts of grass and weed, not in the coziness of your bed. The weather is lovely, monsoon is here, break the fences, run, run so hard away, for there are monsters within, you don't belong here, let it thunder and rain, and the floods flow wild.

Pleading The Case Of The Destitute

To punch for a social revolution in India is not as tough as one might think in an age where the earning breed of youngsters is more interested in spending their weekends drinking and dancing in pubs and dancebars. All that it takes to get there is to have a little bit of compassion in your heart to be different and good. However nebulous the dimensions of poverty might appear in the land, the condition of destitution is not unidentifiable. To put it straight, the poorest of the poor are the destitutes. People who have nothing at all to eat, no shelter, no access to clothes that aren't torn, unkempt, remnants of a collapsed household, most of them psychologically scarred, maggots feeding on their bodies, no strength to even stand up and beg for alms.

The absolute disregard the society imposes on the poor is completely shattering. Nobody cares for them because everyone is busy living their own lives, one is interested only in upgrading the lifestyle of his own, even the charity organisations that work in the nation are more inclined towards converting black money into white and taking a cut home for themselves, and the destitute continue to revel in the murk of social expulsion. 

The duties of the State to provide the basic necessities to the poverty stricken people - is observed in the breach. The beggary prevention acts we have are more interested in portraying vagrancy as crime, just because it branches out into sex work, drug peddling and human trafficking. Our policy framework must aim at hitting the root of the issue - which is poverty. Not stopping there, we need to move from being poverty-alleviation centric to making poverty completely defunct - though it might appear as an un-achievable distant dream. Deprivation of citizenship for these poor ones that accounts for a serious condition of invisibility before the State would only aggravate the wound that pusses into decay every passing day. The nation awaits a vital revival from the ministerial chairs as much as we do from the hearts of people. 

As a society, the mantle and mandate is on everyone living in the land to involve themselves in some way or the other to voice out for causes such as these; or change wouldn't come. We need to stop - sanctioning selective violations of rights, social expulsion and practising notions of justice involving stigma which permits oppressive treatment outside the law. The more we join hands to advocate social restitution and empowerment leading to the re-inclusion of the disentitled people into the pool of claimants from the state, the more blessed and happy our nation would become.

You, woman, are a wonder!

You, woman, are a wonder; the world just has to open its blind eyes to see it. You are sculpted to perfection - inch by inch, cell by cell; you are poetry in pendulous motion. A simple smile from your soft lips can set ablaze cold hearts that are as stubborn as dead rock. The gentleness you carry and the kindness that flows out of your soul can beat the exoticism of all the best things the world has ever known. You define beauty in the most unique ways from every angle of perception. Even the best logarithmic expressions would fail miserably to capture the upright decisiveness of your exponential clarity. You are a theorem that doesn't end, and a law that doesn't need proofs.

You are small and slender, but equally fierce, and stormy enough to raze the best edifices of men. Thunders come down along with your tears, there is not a place that escapes a dent when hit by your thoughts. You are strong and powerful, a small fist that could break mountains, and a breeze that brings out the worst volcanoes. You are both an angel and a devil, the nightmare that men crawl into - to understand but find no answer. Prosperity flows out of the diligence of your hands, the same hands that could also crush cruel dictators into powder and ash.

I see you, your inside, the scars you try to hide and smile at you. You should simply bare it all, be who you really are, there isn't a need to be pretentious, spoil not the wizardry within you like an amateur magician. You are real, not somebody's assumption or vague imagination. You are the candle that doesn't need to melt to bring out the light, you are the light. Fall on me, let me see my shadows form behind - so I know I am a mortal treading his way to his glorious end.

Crazily Forever

I was beaten and taken down to a cellar full of coal, dust and darkness. There, I found you. Like a shining diamond that would fill my cold cup with gladness and make me warm. You came running from your hide out and jumped on me, wrapping your legs around me while your bum sat on my hip, and you softly placed your lips onto mine. Then you rubbed your lips against mine for some time - smiling and whispering your 'I love you's and then started kissing me deep, you hands kneading my back. I fell down into a blue ocean, we swimming together and you asking me to become a dolphin. I bite your ears instead and tell you that I am a tiger that goes after his slender deer. You push me away and swim. Swim to an island so exotic that when I saw you there, I felt this was heaven.

You wanted us to roll on the beach mud and laugh till it was sunset; and we ended up making love there - with waves grazing our skin as your sound and motion finished us off in style and we falling into each other's arms together, content. When we woke up, we were in a ball room filled with cute couples dancing, the overwhelming romance in the air forced me to pinch your midriff. That's all that I did and you forcibly led me to the floor and I danced the dance I would never forget even when I sleep, shut inside my grave. Because you knew the jazz that played in the background so well that you planted pecks that turned into kisses that intensified into smooches whenever the music hit those loverly notes. I sincerely haven't heard or known a better song and music, but you.

Then we rushed for home because our kids were waiting for us to come back. As we stepped inside the house, it was all dark. You were holding my wrinkled hand because you cannot see properly now even with your glasses on. Ah there you go, the lights came on with a lot of loud shouts, party poppers exploding and our little grand children swarming around us and everyone gathered singing the best anniversary songs - with a big cake kept for us and photographs from the past hung every where. There, there, in front of every one you wanted to kiss me so badly and you did it - embarrassing me right before all our children. For this, my dear crazy lady, I love you. Forever and ever.