Living among time bombs and land mines

Living among time bombs and landmines

The gang rape incident of the 23 year old has instilled a fear in me like it had with other women. Shop keeper, vegetable vendors, bus driver - these are the people we come across in our daily life. But we don't know what lies beneath their mask, a little scratch would reveal it. The thing that scares me the most is the inhuman face of terror, of brutality, of cold blooded cruelty that lies behind the mask everyone wears every day.
It is not a rape, it's a violation of humanity, of womanhood and of God himself.

The Delhi incident, Connecticut school massacre, the NewYork subway incident all shows that the world and humanity did come to an end in December 2012 as per Mayan calender.These incidents are just an extreme manifestation of a problem that has been with us for a very long time just waiting for the time to explode in our face. If you scold the student for getting low marks he kills you, if you tell off someone for hitting your car and he whips out a gun, you protest when a man teases you takes that a license to stalk you. We are all living with time bombs and we don't know when they will explode. There are human land mines that you have to be careful not to step on. Lest you trigger off an explosion that kills you.
But surely the educated ones don't explode in this terrible manner. At least this is what I hope. That is where education, culture, spirituality and greater consciousness comes into the picture.

But of course these people involved in Delhi, Connecticut and NewYork are indeed wired differently, with a really sick mind. But however sick they might be if they did,'t think they would get away with that they could have at least thought about it twice. The law should be made stringent enough that they should fear to do something like that in future. And we have to be very alert when dealing with people and be quick to get help or tackle it ourselves since we are living among time bombs and landmines.....

Butterfly Women LOST

A black leather wraps her.
She huddles up in the shadow
shouting out her presence.
She is hidden.
They will not find her
 untill she appears.
They will not perceive her
 untill she breaks out.

She searches herself and found
courage and strength.
She collected them.
Collected every iota of them
And waited for the flee.

She hardened her body and soul
to cope up with the cold world.
The moon and stars are already out
to watch her debut.
Now it's the cocoon that she has to break

Her ugliness is gone.
Her fatness of youth is gone.
Her gluttony of the past life is gone
The blemish of her former life has metamorphosed

Now she is clean
a new being with a hardened skin
a new being with a hardened soul
 is born.
Her fear is lying there
shattered as her cocoon
memories of that past will soon be cast off

Shouts erupt from below.
Bright beams to highlight her
She stands multicoloured
Beautiful
With translucent wings
that filter the light.

The winds dried her wings of all the past.
She flapped her wings absorbing the music in the wind.
To fly
To sail
To flutter and glide.

But.
She
F
E
L
L

in the twisty nets and wires laid by men
to trap her
ensnaring and scratching her hardened skin
Translucent wings of freedom torn in the brawl.

Now she can't walk nor crawl
nor fly high in the sky
She struggles and fights for freedom....
and perishes among the nets and wires

Thought she could fly
High in the sky
Fly past the past
But.
She perishes in the twisted net....

How many butterflies
yet to be perished
in the nets of men?




I wrote this poem in memory of the Delhi gang rape victim. I wouldn't get out of the depressing news even now......