Traitor

Two pairs of jeans hang on the cabinet that houses my books, cds, cassettes that I bought back in jalandhar. Some empty DVD cases which have been opened more than a dozen times on a weekend peep out as if looking for their occupants.

Me and my brown chair, legs crossed next to the monitor, a keyboard with half the alphabets missing due to continuous typing, my long lost airtel internet bill, a webcam that's indifferent to my presence, a dark-chocolate wrapper with some fragments of brown heaven stuck on its edges, pairs of socks that don't stink anymore, a towel that wipes my black heart every morning, a bottle of water to douse the fire in my belly, a headset to bring the distant ones closer, a recently used black marker - xylene and toluene free..it says!

I wonder if i'll ever need humans.

The first breath

The curtain falls when she leaves the stage

Tranquility…She gasps! But the void prevails

Through the corridors of malice and pretense she walks

Where the dark effigies once wrote a paean on the peach pillar

And temptation weaved a labyrinth of sins

Unchained doors celebrate her arrival

To open, they close her wooden edifice

The departure of her white mascara

Trails down her lucent gown

Whilst the fragrance of her jasmine vapours stings the air

She turns around to look at the scars of faith

The regal baits of flashlights call her

Her hand atop her mired feet

Her emerald eyes and pink sunshine

A carpet so hoary, a dais so high!

Coalesce

Through the diaphanous curtains of mist
On the deserted road he stood
Gazing at his insolent parallels
Aloud, his Embodiment of impudence watched.

The leaves silently fell
To cover the trail of his footsteps
A path unknown he walked
For nowhere else invited him.

He spread his arms wide
And hugged his perpetual solitude
He was searching for solace
Midst his countless contusions

He wanted them to macerate
To subside and depart
But only if he knew
He was walking towards them, more of them.

before merging with the grey...

The intrepid rain drops on my flesh
and washes away my unforgiven
whilst the wind floods my hair
and blows away the insignificant
to recuperate my heavenly losses
for this forsaken eve had taken refuge
from the perpetual pummels of time
into the realms of the ravening dark

Her cherubic wings fluttered
For the heavens had promised her agony
Through the twilight and thorns that serveth the vile
And tides of the restive faith
Like a proud unfallen star
She still bejeweled the skies
For the tempest assured her a flight
Above the reachable

The golden dawn bows
For the queen of the ethereal walks
Past the midgets of scorn
and the hymns for the bygones
She pours drops of pride
From the deepest vials of gold
On her damned white gown
for her yellow moon had a promise to keep.

Evade the obtrude

I sang all the way to the office. The drive was pretty good even though I had expected a lot of traffic. There’s a new face in the office. He looks a bit confused though. We need more female employees in here, for there's no equilibrium here. Same inflated egos everyday, same boss who calls himself an 'entrepreneur' and scratches his butt in public, same air-conditioned prison with no signs of life inside. This place needs women.

I just picked up the newspaper. The headline in Delhi Times, 5^th July: Can Marriage be a punishment for rape? Reminds me of the endless heated arguments with my friends and acquaintances during graduation days. Times group likes to ask rhetorical questions in its newspaper. It’s like killing someone who’s already dead. I remember how my classmates refused to talk to me because of my pro-women stance on a few occasions.

What are we trying to implement here? The problem or the solution? Isn’t capital punishment a way out of a demented and worthless life of a deranged and diseased mind that remains unmoved by the cries and tears of the one who’s being ruined?

And then I get to hear the two-wrongs-don’t-make-a-right theory by our pseudo altruists. Is it really that simple? What’s the newspaper got for us today? A 24 year old woman with years of hard work, schooling, entrance exams, friends, joys, sorrows, graduation, mushy moments, relatives, commitments, fallouts, intelligence, opinions, achievements, love, family, growing up, laughter beaten down by iron rods and dumped on the road because a few men couldn’t handle alcohol and a porn movie!

In all walks of sanity, ordering a rape victim to marry the convict is a punishment for the victim and not for the convict. It’s a way of telling the victim that you cannot get away with rape alone, there’s more humiliation and pain left for you.

There has to be punishment for those who wrote such a law and passed it. It’s time I step away from this computer before I lose it and let profanity flow.