Kya is thartharati kalam me koi kavita hai Jo sabko sunane se darte ho?
(is there something within you, a poem that you fear to say aloud?)
Kya is hichkichati zaban me koi shayari hai jisse tum farmane se darte ho?
(is there something you wanna tell others but always hold back?
Is there a magic spell on your tongue that you fear to cast?)
Kya in nazre bachati ankon me koi nazariyan hai jisse sabko dikhane se darte ho?
(Do you have perspective, a way of looking at things,
a lens through which you look at things but fear to make others see through it?)
Kya is safar mein koi aise nazare hai jinnki tasvir tum dikhane se darte ho?
(is there an experience or a picture from the past that you fear showing others?)
Yeh toh har kisi ki kahani hai
Magar kya inki tarah tum bhi iss baat ko apnane se darte ho?
(This is everyone’s story
But like them do you too fear to accept this? )
Isn’t it surprising?
A person who has spent all her life in silence
will go through it all
Physical and mental pain
Yet not say a word
Not even mumble a thing
The same person would
Raise their voice and
for the slightest discomfort caused to her loved ones
Where does this strength come from?
How does a person who hasn’t spoken a word for years
sing a battle cry?
Is it the fear of seeing your loved one suffer?
How surprising is it to see love strengthen somebody
To give birth to their inside warrior
The one who didn’t speak for years for herself
Yes, that sleeping warrior
What is it Mariam Jo that makes somebody so fearless?
Is it really possible to love someone like you did?
– Some legacies are better not inherited!
As I struggle to get myself out of this cage
where I put myself
where I torture myself with questions
which don’t mean anything anymore
Or never did!
Questions from hypothetical situations
which never did or never will ever occur
as I try to pick myself from the pith of my thoughts
for which only I am the one responsible
The hell that I created in my head
where I have the ability to grow flowers
To change the world
To work for a better tomorrow
To do whatever I wish to
I choose to use it to bury bodies
to create barren lands
create storms of negativity
hurricanes of unnecessary thoughts
What have I done to myself? I often ask
And try to seek the solution of this from others
the exit of this hell that I try to find
When I know the answer is right in front of me
Only I have the power to stop this
But will I be able to do it?
Only if I wish to!
-The garden turned into a graveyard
I was touched and knocked on the floor
There is no place where i could go for justice
Because there is no door
I have suffered the same pain as other rape victims
But my wedding, is the problem
The only thing I can get in the name of justice is Divorce
because they think it’s the remedy of the pain
The justice I deserve
I still ask myself where was I mistaken and where did I go wrong
The only people I thought who would understand were other women
but its something they have been through too
You know what is weird? These men have made them believe that its not a crime
Its a husband’s right
From the day of marriage everything a women posses becomes the husband’s property: Her body, her dreams, her aspirations, her choices……. this list is never ending
They have made them believe this too
I pity them because unlike me they don’t realise that they have been wronged
they endure this thinking that its okay, “because marriage requires compromises” Is what they have been taught
A right that these men get over our bodies right from the day of our marriage
Because to them marriage is a contract for irrevocable sex
What’s that? It’s just something you have in fairytales
(Sadly we didn’t get it there either)
They say its not rape,
because once you’re married there’s no reason to say NO
They also say it cannot be criminalised
as it would be tough to establish the existence of consent.
Ever thought who they are?
They are just some men who are lead by patriarchy
who fail to understand the difference between women and objects.
Do not judge their qualifications, they include the illiterate ones and the highly qualified ones too because while procuring the knowledge over the most complex issues, they failed to learn the basic concept of equality and respect.
They say a wife will be safe because her safety is of primary importance to her husband, isn’t this what all the religions include in their wedding vows,
but who will save them if the saviour itself is the monster?
Dear Kings of Patriarchal Castles,
The next time you look at your wife make sure you remember this!
- Marriage is an institution not an arrangement
- Marriage is not a permit for you to sexually abuse her
- Marriage is not a contract and she is not a consideration
Marriage is everything you both mutually decide it to be and not your arbitrary decisions
Marriage is an institution based on the pillar of love, understanding and trust but the foundation, it is the promise to stay together and support each other in every odd, every problem and adversity everyday for the rest of the life.
It means to protect each other and not hurt each other!
It means to adjust at times for other person’s happiness but that does mean to sacrifice your dignity and personal autonomy!
It all began with a wish
of being rich, wealthy, powerful
But where did it end?
was it a happy ending?
How would I know
I was blinded by the greed
Thinking one day I will have enough,
enough for me to fulfill that one wish
but did that ever happen?
No, because I perpetually kept asking for more
Little did I know that this would be a drug
A drug that would be the end of my happiness
Because no matter how much I get I want more
It is when I encountered a jovial man
I asked, “how much is it that you have to have such glistening eyes?”
To which he replied with content
“I am not rich, but I am satisfied”
Only then I realized I had fulfilled the wish
for which this all started long back
The only thing that wasn’t fulfilled was my greed.
Some days I just wanna stay in a place and watch my life as it goes by like still-water observes the beauty around, just the same way
I want to appreciate the little things I miss in the daily haste
And while I stay there and discover how so many people do little things for me and I forget to thank them; and
I want to feel gratuitous
I wanna stop for a while and not do anything and see how far I have reached from where I started; and
I want to feel proud
I wanna stop thinking about tomorrow;
about my problems;
about my future;
I just want to think about the things I already have; and
I want to feel lucky
I don’t want to think about the time I have wasted till now; or
the places I have to reach; or
things I need to know; or
questions I need to answer; or
problems I need to solve
And it’s not necessary that I need to feel accomplished like I have reached my destination
because at times the view before reaching the destination is better than the destination itself
I just want to enjoy that
Because resting is important, doing nothing is important too
Like an electronic device charges faster when kept undisturbed while charging
I wanna fill/charge myself with all these beautiful energies.
Do you feel the same?
What’s stopping you then?
Remember you can only watch the reflection of the sunset in still-water
So at times being still and doing nothing is not bad/wrong
And then after resting
I want to start again
-“Rest If you must but don’t you quit”
John Greenleaf Whittier
To the person whom world muses as an institution of perfection,
Isn’t it tiring to be expected to be correct all the time?
To know everything?
Don’t we forget that she is a human before being a mother?
It’s her first time being a mother too and even if it’s not she can’t be blamed for being imperfect!
A mistake without a bad intention is forgiven everywhere
In every shrine
But for mothers?
It is often wrapped in questions instead
“How could you not know?”
“What kind of a mother are you?”
She is still trying to find the answer to these questions the world imposes on her,
What kind of mother are you?
And sometimes she has the answer (the one which the world hasn’t heard of!)
‘A Human Mother, the one who makes mistakes and learns from them’
A Mother who maybe once or many times didn’t understand what was wrong with the child; or
What the child meant to say; or
What was happening to him…..
And who gave us the right to decide if she failed or passed at being a mother?
Who decides that and on what merits?
Ever thought how burdened does she feel when we assume she knows it all
How paranoid she is due to the expectations of the world
She has looked at her mother and all the other mothers,
but found the same helplessness in their eyes
who have accepted these assumptions as a gospel
So now she stops waiting for someone to break this chain of expectations,
And she does what they did
She accepts the rule too
That A MOTHER MUST KNOW IT ALL
She has nowhere to go for help
So now she tells herself she knows it all and thinks it’s her duty to know it all
Played a video game before?
Former levels being Easy to engage you and the latter ones being tough,
but you are still stuck to it because we love challenges
So is life
it will get burdensome
but you will clear these levels
maybe not right now, after the break but that’s happening for sure
So do not think of quitting it
this game of life cannot be uninstalled
But can be triumphed
I am creek of words which leads to an ocean of emotions
Like water, I can flow through your heart and soul
Remember how you read me back then in school?
in your English classes to write exams
and now when the life examines you
Here you are searching for answers in me again!
I am not girlish (Is that what you think of me?)
I am a manifestation of love
but that’s not all
If only a novel is written on my story would people know
how I was lost in the heaps of heavy novels
but little would they know that I am a lot more than what they define me
a magician for those who believe in magic
a way of protest for a rebel
a song for the musician
a lullaby for a baby
a guide for the lost
a prayer for a devotee
a wave of feelings
the healing for a hurt
and a lot more!
I am a Poem
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How much do we hurt ourselves by hiding our pain
to show how strong we are!
because we know that people often confuse Numb with Strong
they define strong as:
one who can bear the pain
one who does not feel the pain
How many times have we laughed at our own scars
and told misleading stories of how we never felt anything
instead of telling them the pain behind those stories and the strength we had to still go on with them
-Aren’t stones the strongest?