Freed

You may try hard, as you want.
Tell me all the realities; our society.
But my wings are no more bound.
I care not about the cage…
I might as well be the change…

He is a Human Too!

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Talking of home, peace
the beauty of my place
the calm,
Paradise

We somehow reach conflict
the tug-of-war
nobody ready to give in
the dilemma of rope!

I narrate how, every year
we lose sons to bullets
how, abruptly
our streets are painted red

How, out of blues
a pellet hits your eye
How, in an instant
the world turns black!

I explain the mass graves
AFSPA, PSA
Tufail, Zahid, Wamiq Farooq
their graves asking for crimes

Fake encounters, promotions
disappearances
Half-widows, orphans, posthumous
Machil!

Crackdowns, rapes, torture
Papa II, Mama II
Bullets, pellets
Teargas shells!

He asks, “Why are you silent
how can you bear someone
barging doors
killing beloved

Why don’t you retaliate
fight back
serve them as deserved
An eye for an eye!

How could talks help
why yearn for justice
why empty handed
missing rifle…

How could you just sit around
mumb over blood bath
does your blood not boil
Are you so weak at heart?”

How could I explain
I have closely seen pain, death
and when I kill
does his family not die like mine?

Has our conscience died?

They always said a girl is the family’s pride and prestige. Why, they never revealed.

Years passed. I saw girls and boys medling together. Some as friends, some as boyfriends. Yet, during discussions and debates only a girl was blamed. I wondered what was wrong with people’s mind. Never could I sort out.

While erring one day, someone wise told me, “A girl has little prestige earned in all the years and a boy has little less. But a guy’s prestige never diminishes whatever he may do. On the contrary, a single mistake on a girl’s part proves fatal for her prestige. Usually nothing remains.”

Society does not think of evil as both sided, girls get to blame. Guys can do all they want. I wondered why…

Then I realised suddenly, girls have some kind of power. They can really make guys crazy, a puppet in their hands. One gaze and guys forget what they should and should not. A guy with strings pulled by a girl can’t really decide what to do, or can they?

Society blamed maybe to regulate. Maybe they thought girls could make world a better place. Maybe by blaming, they wanted to keep a check onto their behaviour.

But then why should someone be dependent on societal pressure to do right? Is our generation so lost that we need laws to regulate?

Has our conscience died?

Terror

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They asked, ” How are the circumstances?
Still tense and unsafe?
Do you still have bomb blasts
Or meet terrorists?”

Speech failed and so did words
Thoughts raced further than they should
All attempts to describe the place
Went futile; all in vain

This had happened even before
They were national chauvinists
Unable to understand and comprehend
Beloved national can be wrong too.

They failed to acknowledge the land a conflict
For them it an integral part
But the truth lay hidden from them
Truth being the first casualty in conflict.

They trusted what media presented and
Politicians said; situations blown out of control
Being naive,thinking all was truth
Is that not how they ruined it?

Least aware about politics
How leaders used the issue for benefits
How cruel they could be with people
Diplomats and hypocrites .

They failedto know how people disappeared
And were killed in cold blood
No terrorist did so, but
Beloved security desirous of promotions

Neither they knew how voices were suppressed
Tear gases and bullets to shoo away
For them it was only water;
And didn’t sometimes police even protect them?

What they knew wasn’t whole of truth
A three year old can’t be a threat
They weren’t killing terrorists
It was a planned genocide!

Yet, not a word escaped lips
They were national chauvinists
Perceptions and beliefs would clash if expressed
And he, the only child of his mother!

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All had eyes on drugs
how fast they intoxicated
leaving the person unaware
misbehaving, uttering nuisances!

They said it ruined lives
cause the impact they had
addicted, helpless, unaware
why should they not be cursed?

And in the stereotyped environment
they forgot: How
daily events impacted mind
behaviour of people

How a violent scene onscreen
promoted the same behaviour
and how frequent questioning
fills up mind with fear!

How a trip, an experience
change one’s outlook
how a book can surge anger
leaving you vulnerable.

It seems like people regard
one poison and other naught
cause if drugs are instantaneous
others are arsenic too!

Rage

A sudden, wild rage
something burning, as if caged
It caught me unaware,
shouting, crying and what not.
A strong force was in formation
and only growing by the passing time.
It felt like a monster
wrecking and breaking everything
Though I held the force,
it felt all so helpless.
Everything seemed so distant
Even I wasn’t me
And yes, monsters are real,
one lives within!

Smothered

And in those hands that caress
Love that shows in the way they touch
They sparkle in their eyes
Affirming all the same

And as time passes, without realization
The holding hand smothers
In name of protection and love
It is fear that replaces

And in that nature of protection
They curb what is inherently their
And in the protection of their warmth and gaze
They slowly kill their own beloved.