Wednesday 18 September 2013

Being a woman

Do you repent?
Yes I do

Why?
Because I am a woman.

You repent for being a woman?
I repent for being born a woman
In a society
Where love and trust
Are obsolete words.
Where desires find ventilation
In form of rape
Where trust is rewarded with betrayal
Where love accompanies honour-killing
Where there is no haven for children and minors
Dowry deaths and female infanticide are like the morning cup of tea.

So shouldn’t I repent?
Yes you should
Prompt came the reply
But you should curse your society
Not your birth.

Tears rolled down my cheeks
But my heart was throbbing
A cold chill ran down my spine
My voice was getting chocked
Fear was gripping me in its arms
God! I have dared to protest
Voice my opinion against injustice
What will happen next???









Monday 2 September 2013

Messy me

I was never perfect for I never wanted to be one
Messed and whimsical
Like the tangles of my hair
I followed the rhythm of life
Winning the trophy or the first place
Never lured me
Imperfection always beckoned me
For this is what I called life.

Critics looked at me with scornful eyes
The sneers and  jibes
Never deterred me to follow my natural course
I could not become a doctor or an engineer
But my profession became a mother of all.

Yes I am teacher
Who can kindle light and hope
And the imperfect paths of my life
Stopped me from walking on the tight rope