Wednesday 17 December 2014

Peshawar : Why?

I wasn't a bad kid,dad.
I know you loved me so
Tell mom I will miss her
She knows I love her more

I tried to not die,mom
It wasn't in my hands,you see
They kept a gun to my forehead,sis
And I prayed god to let me be.

They plundered in the rooms around
And dragged us wall from wall
Few stood by and some ducked down
And saw our friends' souls fall

You sent me away to study,mom
Remember,It was never your fault
You sold yourself to teach me,dad
Don't you rub your wounds on salt!

I thank you god to let me live this long
However short it may be
I thank you god to give me a chance to live
However wrong my death may be.

Friday 5 December 2014

It's a bad day - this too shall pass

It's a bad day. So what do you do ?
Cry yourself to sleep sounds not do bad.
Distract yourself is okay too.

But what If you want something else ?
What do you do?
You create a mechanism.

Take deep breaths. As many as you need to calm those thudding heart beats.
Take many. Calm.

Remember a day that was close to being perfect? Remember the feeling? Yes,that one.
Relive it.
It was your close-to-perfect-day.
Ofcourse you can relive it.
It's how you've been surviving this long. You want to feel that way again.

So then
It's a lot.
The day is as worse as it can get( or is getting)
And you take
One
Step
At
A
Time.

One by one,take it.
With me. Okay ? Okay.

One step at a time.
Tell yourself that 'it's okay,I am alright'
Even when you're not.
Keep the faith that YOU will be.

Believe in Something.
Believe in the nothingness of something.
Have faith.

"This too shall pass"

Until we know.

Friday 3 October 2014

Too Beautiful

What kind of man lays his hands on the women he loves?
Calls her angel, but shows no remorse in her blood
He covers her body in bruises and scars
You don't understand just how beautiful you are

When he's done with her beating
He just stands aside
Wipes the sweat from his brow
And yells over her cries
"You don't know what I've been through!"
He yells and he says
"You don't know what I've done for you!"
And hits her again

She stands in the mirror
She looks less alive
She lifts up her shirt to see she has five
Branded fingers on her side
She's feeling it all now
But she doesn't cry
She doesn't cry

You are too beautiful
Your heart wants something more
Those shades of blue on that face of yours
Hides that smile that beats in your chest

Thursday 25 September 2014

The Naked Truth: A Powerful Message

Indian students from Harvard went topless for a shoot to give out the message-
A woman's body is her own.
Their website, embodyindia.tumblr.com, has put down a powerful letter revolving around the Deepika-ToI row.
Excerpts from the article -:
To walk down the street in India as a woman is to understand the complexity, discomfort surrounding feminism and women’s rights in India. Whatever one wears, however unengaged and stoic one may be, the very presence of a women in a public, likely male-dominated space, ‘invites’ attention. Those that might show a shoulder or a midriff? Well, they’re obviously ‘asking for’ the leers, the whistles and the lip-smacking.
In their recent op-ed, the Times of India asks mockingly if Deepika thinks that they should ask her for permission every time they print her picture. What Priya Gupta and her associates do not understand is the intent behind the publications photographs: Consent, of course, to the Times of India, is a laughing matter, and public shaming, apparently, is an acceptable tool to make a point. Publishing a picture of a person’s breasts, surrounded by red arrows and circles, is ultimately no better for a woman than being ogled on the street: it is an act equally lacking in consent, and one that has much greater potential to harm and violate a victim. Yet, this is not the vocabulary one sees used by the Times of India, because a woman going to a bar in a “slutty” outfit is asking for it. A woman out at night, is a hypocrite—if she’s such a smart, independent woman, she should know better. If she gets raped, shame on her for losing her virtue. If we cannot expect the press—the philosophical ‘Fourth Estate’ and protector of our democratic rights—to show women respect, how can we start to expect respect for the state? Public discourse on women’s rights in the media and in civil society is couched in offensive and insufficient rhetoric, as are many of the articles of this publication.
A daily publication, however banal their content is, stoops to ad hominem attacks, the immature re-publication of photo-shoots, and utterly insipid arguments like: “Deepika, just for the record, we do not zoom into a woman’s vagina or show her nipples. As a newspaper, we take every care to ensure that we pixelate them if they show up in a picture.” (How mightily conscientious of them!) It is utterly abhorrent that the Times of India felt that “Deepika chose to raise a furor and suddenly felt ‘violated’ only during the release of her movie Finding Fanny,” and further, that writer Priya Gupta chose to put the word ‘violated’ in quotation marks, as though Deepika as a woman, her fears for her own and other women’s privacy, and the broader question of misogyny and the sexual objectification of women ought not be the legitimate concerns of the paper or the public.
This issue doesn’t just concern women. Everyone deserves to be treated with respect. We do not doubt that Indian men are capable of respect, love and affection towards women; and the movement we are launching includes both genders. It is time we speak meaningfully about these issues, and start to accept women for who they are and who they choose to be in the most holistic way.
#HeforShe

Tuesday 16 September 2014

Deepika Padukone Slams Media on Its Right to Expression

The Times Of India being a respectable Newspaper published an article accusing Deepika Padukone,a leading actress of showing her cleavage in a recent event.
The same newspapers who with along the others have been condemning rapes and eve teasings probably does not know how exactly to respect women if they have published the above article.
It's been happening to many Actresses but Deepika is the first to raise a voice against this.
Let's put a stop to this and
Respect women for real this time!

Saturday 13 September 2014

Poem- I am the love of a drug dealer's life

Sleeping by your side each night,
I tremble at your slightest touch
And leave you alone,think I might
Without even the smallest fuss

Living in terror all the time 
Maybe does make me a coward
But living a lie with you Oh so fine
Doesn't let me go forward

With some thoughts
here i stand
infront of you
As i try to tell you we've got
To talk about some things too

To the world of lies and torture
You may seem oh-so-fair
But when i look into the future
I dont see you anywhere

As hard as it may seem alright
Living a lie aint so bad
But think of the promising light
That makes you feel maddening glad

You gave me a scar on a winter noon
And you thought you'd marked me so
But here you are,the same loon
who was a lover,a friend and a foe

Every day and every night,i pray
To god that he lets you stay alive
or even if he plans some other way
In solemn peace,you die.

Being your soulmate,out in the sun
Gives me terrors and chills
What our world does for sheer fun
Makes the other’s voice shrill

You,me and us all the way
Our bond has come to survive
And all aboard as they say
We've got each other to revive

Wednesday 11 June 2014

Stories All Around

How do you not look around when you re moving on the road? Or are you really watching closely ?

The negligible person that you smile at , or someone who serves you coffee, Remember them?
You smile at them even when you don’t know their story.

Let’s face it. Everyone and I mean everyone has a story.

Where they came from and where they are going. What is their purpose of life or even if they have one ? Searching for the one or moving around hands in hands with them ?

Counting your blessings or counting your misfortunes?