Death Vs dearth of acceptance and mere acknowledgement of equity

Just for family/domestic aid, religious sentiments/supplements, words in public/deeds (miss) in private, guess where are we?? what are we have been seeing a lot in the recent days. Not that I wasn’t hurt but above all I felt insecure if I were to be a female in this society shall I not carry pepper spray or a chiily spray where men hover around ogle with Xray eyes and disgustful words/ touches, and may under some dark corner of the house/village/city/metro/ capital I am an easy prey to seen and unseen faces. My attire is to be blamed of my character yet I don’t see the same instincts in animals. Human beings are evolved animals where and why we not return and go back again to be the same and one. The so called feminist/ sensitive/ gender vocals who have been largely speaking for the gender equity/equality/empowerment and so on….. I don’t question them but I scream at those deaf ears. Wake up from within not to incidents that would spark and ignite and then it won’t even last a small fire. Let it burn than vouch for killing thy seek to kill the insight and clear the malice and start respecting. Somewhere down the line I don’t like the feeling of or supporting the death demand as I strongly feel its mere an upsurge to the current incident, uproar, disgust, hurt, resemblance, and an act which is incomparably heinous to its core.Yet some where I do not correlate myself with the idea of capital punishment while I recall the famous line of Rabindranath Tagore’s poem “WHERE the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free Where the world has not been broken up into fragments By narrow domestic walls Where words come out from the depth of truth Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit Where the mind is led forward by thee Into ever-widening thought and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. “ The malice isn’t unfair is all that I want to express, yet somewhere deep within I feel where is the genesis of such outrageous act of insanity I fail to realise the truth of immediate flow of adrenaline that instigates act of masculinity, insanity, nymphomaniac, etc… how and why is I question such a feeling and act and so are we acting to it merely getting in to the flow of it not really getting down to basic of why and from where? I don’t oppose the capital punishment yet I don’t affirm it as well unless we – we all start to give respect that has been demanded explained, talked about, shared, and which is a congenital right. I strongly believe that we along with the protest shall also start and induce a sense of respect the way we address them the way we ogle at them, the way we think they are mere some object of use and abuse. Domestic lives that we all are part of (not hitting all with a single stick) is far beyond equity and equlity and may this is what allows one to step up and build a sense and belief that you can play, use, abuse, rape, hit and kill. A sense of portest that I feel shall also go down the line that prophses a beter life first than a better place to live and roam around. Give them what due just a respect may be adding to old few words but wasn’t able to hole on longer to the daily sops and prints and social media. Why? May be it yet tough to be the change than ask for one! Late but yet begin folks and friends

Off late in the recent turmoil that the nation is witnessing I was perplexed I thought, I dwell in a nation which has abundance of spirit that rise and shine on the days when we see others seems like we are yet a mob not a bonhomie that we are within the boundaries of the state. Are we mere perpetuators of the only essence that is see in us “Barbarism” which has its own tone some sweet, some sour, some blood shedding and some for mere survival? Under the sky that we used to sing anthems of nationality where a man was termed Iron (ferocious) and were those made of some ductile metals or they simply didn’t had any conscience of their own that they agreed upon a mirage “India” and gave up all that they have. How mature I fell us are today when I see all of us pelting stones on the leaders from all the spheres of lives how insanely how casually we live with them in our every discussion over tea or too intensely over booze. Where am I within all this a mayhem that is driven of national hatred that trespasses across mind, humanity, religion, class, creed and state? I wonder the school that used to teach us nothing on this and it the society the family the domain that we breed this greed and hatred. All more that I often see its more within the intellectual minds the scholars, accomplishers, laureates, academicians and the prophets of public mind those who rule the rust. And where is my beloved “Beautiful mind” that was just what it saw and through heart, unbiased to congenital dissent, a resolute that it used to be of a race of an apple eater I wished was better than today I wonder what word shall I coin for it. Within a span of time that I feel and if steal

To be or not to be

In a stupor where the words stabber and loose meaning, Yet thoughts keep wandering, all in the quest of cardinal existence Lucidness just overwhelms you, draining you between the two ends of being and not Questioning what the already drained hollowness Where to collect, what to lose, and what to take – hold something The existence, belief or is it simply a way of life, keep you on hold yet moves on On the sides by your side yet not yours, does it not bear existence? Is this state of civilized conditioning, where your just don’t score on wise words. Yet I do or choose to do all that a normal being or animal does, Sleeping oddly, I wake up with a sound in my heart my ears remain distantly close but feel colossal noise In this celestial periphery, I dig for the most familiar sludge under my foot Reminding thou and myself of a cuckoo, but the spring choose cold juggling on a firm pes and the indispensable carnal world of desires Abstain, restrain, and denial have all merged into one – me Opiniated reverberating above the boulevard of debauchery Amidst all of this, I ask, "Where and how do I put the right foot?" How should I tell my story without fear? Will the desire wrapped in the warmth of hope meet the angst and practical How do I get there? Where do I go to find answers to my desires, questions, and hopes? Like the dust under the rug, pages unfurred I feel I am not to be touched, not sooner, not later, nor anymore. And the flare withing yell - live and live for a glimpse? Ashes fray between the two shades, and all I do is duck in between Expression, emotions fraying all across trying to find their way, The stream knows, they will be met numbness, where I wait, where I wait