We can fight

Violence has become a key to all our problems in recent times, though we know that it only aggravates any situation rather than diluting the tension. Reading the newspaper has become a chore as we witness the abundance of cases where violence has prevailed over logical and rational solutions. 

                                               People's temper is higher than ever before and seems to be worsening with every passing year. With as much evidence we have in newspapers we fail to realize that not all violent situations make it to the news. Violence has as many faces as there are people around us. The household fight which turns physical, the little girl who is coerced into not telling anyone - this is the violence that effects us the most. We are witnesses to all this but we choose to ignore it hence becoming a part of this vicious cycle. Most of the time our brain supplies the excuse that it doesn't concern us and it all strikes as being far away from our own reality. But their always comes the time when we have to face violence face to face; usually we are so dumbstruck by it that the right path eludes us. 

                                                                     Silence strengthens violence. We keep mum on things we see and things we suspect because that's what we are taught. We see our elders know stuff and feel bad but avoid any action. We learn to duplicate what they do without questioning until we are the victims. But within us I believe we all know that keeping silent isn't the solution that we seek. the bad things of our life do not just disappear, we have to fight them. Violence in our life is the same. It will return to us sooner or later till the time we realize that only way to end is to challenge it, not with violence itself but with logic.

                                                                                                          So the solution that we have against violence and every other bad thing that we witness is to make noise, as much noise as we can so that we can not be ignored. We have to make noise to live in peaceful silence.

HOME

I remember that corner
its where I first laughed.
I don't remember when or why
but I remember going back to it
whenever I was sad.

This room is where I thought I knew love,
a stupid crush of an age gone by.
Making small hearts and writing stupid poetry
keeping things hidden because
it was that way.

I love this bed, it kept me safe
from ghosts and nightmares.
I sought its comfort in times of distress.
Its seen better years but its still cozy.
It welcomes me though I've outgrown it.

Its a vague memory but its here,
running to this corner and crying
till my eyes were red.
never thinking I'll be happy again
and here I am happier than ever.

Its time to move away now,
don't know when I'll be back again.
Its farther away than ever before,
can't promise how long it'll be.
But as long as I am able
I'll find my way back to you.

HOPE

FINDING SOLACE IN THE DEPTHS OF MY HEART

HOPING FOR PEACE AND STRENGTH FOR A NEW START.

IT HURTS YOU KNOW THE CONSTANT FIGHTS,

CAN'T OVERLOOK SO MANY WRONGS FOR ONE RIGHT.

LIKE DAGGERS WE PIERCE EACH OTHER

NOTHINGS LEFT BUT HURT AND BOTHER.

RUNNING BLOOD MIX WITH THE TEARS

BUT STAYING APART IS OUR BIGGEST FEAR.

HOW DO WE TURN AROUND FROM HERE?

DOES THE NEXT JUNCTION LEAD TO SOMEPLACE NEW?

THE TIME IS PASSING AND THE CHANCES LEFT ARE FEW.

THE DARKNESS OVERBEARS BUT I STILL HOPE

STAY WITH ME, LET ME HELP YOU COPE.

THEIR IS LIGHT AT THE END OF THIS TUNNEL

I WANT A FUTURE AND I HAVE NOT GIVEN UP,

PROVE ME RIGHT DARLING, HOLD MY HAND

EMBRACE ME WITH YOUR WARMTH AND 

KEEP WHAT WE HAVE ALIVE.

Defining life

Its a spare paper 

waiting for the artist.

It is woven music

 waiting for the lyrics.

Not bare sand but rigid stone,

 it needs a sculptor.

Life is a new house

 you have to decorate.

Life is the new register

 you have to write in.

It is an empty sheet

 waiting for your imprint.

One Day

Mother where are my shoes? Neeta where is my wallet? Mom where is my red tee?

She was up in a second, moving through the house, picking up things, handing things to the person who demanded it. This was a morning like every other morning. She wondered if this perhaps was the problem. The alarm on the bedside screamed everyday at 5 am and the day began even before she could open her eyes. Breakfast was to be ready by 7.30 and lunches packed by 8. By 9 she was all alone and ready to begin her daily work. The cleaning lady was late again, the tap in the kitchen needed fixing, the sheets have to be changed and everything has to be organized.

The day hadn't ended but her work was done, surprisingly. When was the last time she had time for herself? It was hard to remember. But this was her time, she hadn't decided what she would do. Her memory wasn't this weak, why couldn't she remember what she liked to do? Well she could always finish other chores, there'll be time for herself later. She had totally forgotten that there were clothes to be washed and ironed. Her memory was getting weak, she had never forgotten anything.

Lunch was always easier, she was mostly alone. Evening wasn't something she looked forward to though. She had enough free time to not know what to do. She thought about going back to her music but never really got to it. Marriage had put a stop to what little she had of her own. Now it was morning, day and night one after the other. She did it again, started thinking about how life had changed. She needed to stop this day dreaming and return to reality.

Night couldn't have come faster. Dinner was all ready. Dinner was served. How was the day? No answer. Can we go out this weekend? Busy. Dinner was done. They are tired we can talk later. I'll clean up, why don't you go on. Finally she could talk to him. Silence. There is always tomorrow.