Blood

I could write

A hundred thousand words,

And you still wouldn’t understand

Why I say nothing.

.

Every word a woman writes

Is tinged in her blood.

She’s used to bleeding,

That is why she’s born.

.

To be crushed, so that the world makes sense to you.

To be silent. so that you can speak for me as well,

To be dead, so that my life is yours to live.

.

Enjoy my body

There is no blood left.

I’ve bled out, I’m sand dry

Savour me now

And tell me what you taste.

 

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Hunger

Hunger

Write a post in the style of (or simply inspired by) a favorite author.

 

I’ve already done this on 28th May: https://barefootonrainydays.wordpress.com/2013/05/28/hunger/

Here’s the poem I wrote then, which was inspired by Jayanta Mahapatra’s poem of the same title:

 

I walked in
The crowd rose to greet me
Clapping, greedy for my words
I saw the hunger in their eyes
Wild, cruel, never satiated
I realized how my hunger 
Was now the nation’s desire
I saw the monster in their eyes
And my stomach growled
Their cries made me hungrier
As my mind yelled, “more!”

And then I remembered the other hunger
The one in the camps
Stifled, silent, terrified
I saw it in their eyes
The starvation to live
And to see me dead

Later, their dead eyes stayed with me
Feeding my hunger,
And making it grow.

Hunger

I walked in
The crowd rose to greet me
Clapping, greedy for my words
I saw the hunger in their eyes
Wild, cruel, never satiated
I realized how my hunger 
Was now the nation’s desire
I saw the monster in their eyes
And my stomach growled
Their cries made me hungrier
As my mind yelled, “more!”

And then I remembered the other hunger
The one in the camps
Stifled, silent, terrified
I saw it in their eyes
The starvation to live
And to see me dead

Later, their dead eyes stayed with me
Feeding my hunger,
And making it grow.

Little Girl

NaPoWriMo Day#19

 I opened the newspaper on 19th April and read this article: http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/kidnapped-girl-found-brutalised/article4632313.ece It’s about a five year old girl who gets kidnapped, and is found in another floor of the same apartment a few days later:

 

Little girl,

Who knew that just another day of play

Outside your home would suddenly turn

Your entire small world upside down?

Is your mother questioning herself now

For letting you go out, naively thinking

That nothing could ever happen?

After all, it’s just people you see everyday

Around you, and anyway, you’re just five.

Who thought that you would be kidnapped

And found on another floor of the same building

A few days later? Your mother must have gone

Crazy, frantically searching for you, calling out your name,

Never realizing you would be found in the very same building.

 

You were found with your private parts injured

You were subjected to “irregular sex”, it seems

Somebody heard you wailing and found you 

Had you been wailing for three continuous days?

Will you shed tears throughout your life now

Or will you be shocked into a cruel silence?

 

They operated you, and found a tear in your

Vagina and rectum. They found also

Three candles and an oil bottle inserted

Inside of you.

 

Little girl, I cannot ever imagine

What happened in that room

How much you cried, or the trauma you felt

But dear little girl, I cry for you,

Cry because you were too innocent 

For this evil world that they

Had to take your innocence away

From you. But when I remember

That you were only five, and how you

Deserved to believe that the world 

Is beautiful with a joy and innocence

That only children possess,

I can’t help but weep for you.

Red

NaPoWriMo Day#28: Write a colour themed poem

 

I look around me

People and places

Surround me.

 

Why is it then

That the only colour

I see is red?

 

Earlier, it used

To be of a lighter

Hue, tucked somewhere

In the corner of my brain.

But now it’s grown so much

That it’s the only thing I see.

Red…red….red…

It consumes me, and cause me

To spit out fire. It burns me inside

 

Red. The colour of my anger

Consuming me since that day

It won’t leave me now

Colouring my vision

And my blood,

I’m glad I see

Through these new

Pair of eyes.

 

Red is what I am now.

And I will not change it.