You can have him, Mom!

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Mom and Dad

Sunlight caught the air nude,

Unravelled blemishes in it,

Dust and exhaust beamed in dots,

The night’s gone for good,

Pages of Sin turned over,

There was nothing that I would want to remember,

Except that dad was relaxed and satisfied,

Though I know mom must have been robbed of sleep,

Rolling restless, deprived and hungry, till late she must have cried,

Tells me that frown of strain amidst her closed eyes,

I hate to see her crave in despair,

I hate being her glossy alternative at home,

I hate to distract her man’s desire,

My time’s up , I’m well aware,

Mom, when you contaminate my food today,

Add a dash of poison,

I will grow grey, sick and dull, then quietly pass away,

An ailing end is what father would see and know,

Erase your man’s option mom, you know he loves it more,

Just keep my dad in spirits,

Light his flickering fire, now shall be starved of my youth,

Don’t have me sick and moan beside,

For pangs of your man’s lust slash me all the time,

Be there for each other in every clime,

Have me in your cherished frames from the past,

Let me sink into that big sleep divine…

Debaroon’2013

(Voice of a Bangladeshi 15 year old girl, Orola, victim of a three-way marital arrangement.

Her father started sleeping with her by the time she was 15 for he preferred her over her mother. This is a fact that rendered her mother hurt and deprived to an extent that she started mixing wild herbs in her food to spoil her health for a few days, only for her chance to sleep with her husband, her love.

Inspired from the marieclaire article, “My Mom And I Share The Same Husband

http://www.marieclaire.com/world-reports/news/mom-daughter-same-husband-2)

 

 

Image from :

http://www.marieclaire.com

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With You, For You, Always

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Our Protectors?

Khaki clad Pillars of our Democracy?

Law and Order Monitors?

Look where do they come from?

Mark what have they read till this long?

Notice those outdated degrees that brought them so far?

Grown out of trash texts, and,

Female-shunned backgrounds,

What else can you expect?

A few hoarse animals fit for nothing else,

But to toil in those Easy Uniforms,

They’ll raise their manly hands on Women Protestors,

And, then they’ll swear to save our Women,

Laughable a breed, our Police,

Lodging an FIR isn’t important,

A 5 year-old’s Rape is tooooo Trivial, a matter,

The kid’s parents are Harassed,

Paid 40$ to keep Shut,

To stay away from the Media,

Forget their missing daughter, Flee the city, Instead,

Searching their premises Isn’t Important too,

Public servants? Our Protectors?

What Apathy!!! What Disrespect for our Women !!!

All you Rapists, and Female-Crushers,

Have a Blastttttttttttttttt in my City,

With You, For You Always is Delhi Police…

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Debaroon’2013

(An enraged expression from an Indian, a resident of Delhi.)

Based on the following events:

  • Delhi Police delayed lodging an FIR after the child went missing, failed to do a proper search of the building where the family lived and also allegedly gave Rs 2000 to the girl’s father asking him to stay away from the media. Later, the girl was found locked in a room of the ground floor of the building.
  • An Assistant Commissioner of Police, B S Ahlawat on Friday slapped a young girl at least four times, inside a hospital where she and others were protesting against the brutal rape of a five- year-old girl.
  • He was suspended, immediately. ( As if suspension works! He would be back to duty, sooner or later, the same Man.)
  • Be a little patient if you can, watch the incident LIVE…it’s in HINDI (the Indian national language, but it’s short, so do WATCH IT guys…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRpAPCB__LU

 

 

Images from : http://newsatonce.com, http://www.ndtv.com

My City Dies

“…I’m sure there’ll be more to cry for,

There’ll be more for us to see…”

Courtesy: ” Disrespecting ‘Her’, the Indian way… ” ( https://mylores.wordpress.com/2013/01/26/disrespecting-her-the-indian-way/)

And, here we are, with more to see…

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One of the oldest civilizations,

Isn’t much civilized as yet,

Gone the heartless Nazis,

Gone a ruthless Somalia,

Gone a greedy Latin America,

Gone lethally blind, an unfortunate Syria,

Now, all set to go, India,

Barbaric lust molds savages in here,

Are these men? Are these human beings?

Do they belong to the same land of faith, bards and kings?

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We’re growing vampires,

Did I not tell you?

There’ll be more of their victims,

More for us to lament on,

And, there you see,

How monstrous have they turned?

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust,

Tore her genitals apart,

Quenched their thirst for feminine meat,

Corked it with a little bottle and candles,

Left her to writhe in pain, and rot,

 They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust…

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Did that child know what happened?

Did she know why did they hurt her?

Did she know why did they bleed her?

Did she know the meaning of lust?

Did she know what being a woman, was all about?

Was she aware of a woman’s foremost duty?

Of a woman’s pricey obligation in this country?

Was she aware of the meaning of pleasure?

Or meaty gratification, whatsoever?

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust…

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She follows her unsuccessful successor into the ICU,

My City Wept then,

Thereafter, My City Rebelled,

All futile, All useless, All hopeless,

We shall breathe in, breathe out, breathe on,

In this sea of Apathy,

We shall crave, beg for a drop of Humanity,

Wait and watch,

For now, we want to believe it or not,

We survive in a Dead Clime,

With each new dawn now,

We hear our girls and ladies cry,

As uniformed hooligans try burying sins,

Paint absolute anarchy,

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust,

Splashed at us, are buckets full of disgust,

Now soaked in filth,

We’ll watch with lame eyes,

As, robbed clean off its soul,

Shoved towards a shameful end,

Now, My City Dies…

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Debaroon’2013

(An enraged expression from an Indian, a resident of Delhi.)

For more on the heinous crime :

Rape of a five year old: Protests in Delhi again(http://www.indianexpress.com/picture-gallery/rape-of-a-five-year-old-protests-in-delhi-again/2546-1.html)

Protests build in New Delhi after child rape(http://in.reuters.com/article/2013/04/20/india-delhi-rape-protest-idINDEE93I0BI20130420)

A Scary, and a Humiliating Fact:

336% rise in child rape cases in India since 2001(http://www.hindustantimes.com/India-news/NewDelhi/336-rise-in-child-rape-cases-in-India-since-2001/Article1-1047789.aspx)

 

Images from : http://ibnlive.in.com, http://www.thehindu.com, http://indiatoday.intoday.in, http://www.indianexpress.com, http://post.jagran.com

Repent, Rebel, Ring the Bell!!!

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Screaming grey clouds, admonishing, posing black,

Gathering heavy, staring large to scare,

Growls echo the skies above,

The Sun, the Moon, their starry-eyed countless children,

Conquered, Shun shooed away to a pitchy night,

Packed away, concealed for a while,

Chiseled die rolls unfair, a sinned grim future smiles,

Hour of Nebula’s grief,

The haze emptied its lungs out,

Bereft lips chose to blow a gale,

Whimpering Shamans of mist blew horns of death,

Call of a tempestuous apocalypse,

Annihilation chants, prayers of destruction,

To mourn her bleeding weakness,

For injuries to His creation, divine,

For rupturing His celestial design,

Her tender twirls baked, dried, fried for a quick wither,

To crush, Adam simply wasn’t authorized,

He did violate for that privilege was never sanctioned,

While, only a part of an eternal plan, ethereal,

Sculpted at the ambrosial factory on the road from Hell to Heaven,

To co-exist, to complete,

Shield Eve’s hallowed mirage,

Her caretaker, to ensure she’s painted fresh pink, forever,

Guard her unsafe, low-walled warehouses of cascading maturity,

Shield her lockers choking affection, affliction, unconditional,

Safeguard her vow to inject life into lull,

Into this barren anemic atmosphere,

Saving it from eclipsing permanently comatose,

Firebolt shadows of the church, cross on the cobbled rocks,

On and off, lit and snubbed,

Weeping Holy bricks visible in sudden glares,

Heavens abuse, crackle, roaring curses follow,

Swaying church bells, clanging aloud,

Adam’s Call, hold the bell from the winds,

Ring the bell to realize,

Time for repentance,

Iron pangs of regret on his skin,

Only, hath he not tried editing the divine tale,

Sink in his lusty pangs, infected poison,

From death shrubs on both sides of the Indus River,

Penance awaits him now at the courts of hell, lightning strikes,

Chastisement wafers, castigation bread,

Tapes of her shrill shrieks, unheard wails,

Anguished bawls of pain,

Shall have Adam hypnotized,

Allured to the Altar of Retribution…

 

Debaroon’2013

(Dedicated to “Ring the Bell“, the award winning global campaign, the crusade to launch action on violence against women.

 

Continued from : https://mylores.wordpress.com/2012/12/23/my-city-weeps/

 

Images used from : http://www.justjared.com, http://www.onecraftymother.com, http://photography.nationalgeographic.com )

Disrespecting ‘Her’, the Indian way…

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The country rolls on to its Republic Day,

Its youth feels the pinch, the pain,

Screams, cries, shouts and the anger,

Everything has been forgotten,

Guess, everything went in vain…

The one with a calling,

Had to go,

The grief and the trauma,

Can never be shared,

It bites only the sufferer,

Only the ones related know…

The task remains unachieved,

We’re miles away from walking our pledge, our oath,

What isn’t enough are two days of rebellion,

Two days of emotional uproar,

We’re dealing with insensitive bricks,

Burnt over ages of gender bias,

Paved in a man’s world,

Dried in the heat of arrogance towards the opposite sex,

Now, unable to distinguish respect from disrespect,

We need to voice out together,

The sounds we made are not enough, we need more…

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Who are we protecting? I do not know,

Shall we feed monsters for twenty years in our jails?

If we do not possess the right to snatch a life,

They also do not possess the right to rape,

Treading on the same lines of our crippled law,

That is all the honor for our women that we preserve,

That is all we still think they deserve,

Soon, the kid with fangs shall walk free,

We’ll let the baby tyrannosaurus have another chance,

We’ll grow vampires, let them feast,

For fine opium, we shall water those poppy seeds,

Nourish them in our soil,

And, I’m sure the disease shall spread,

I’m sure there’ll be more to cry for,

There’ll be more for us to see…

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Debaroon’2013

Ten reasons why it’s alright to rape you – A handy guide for rape victims in India

Ten reasons why it’s alright to rape you – A handy guide for rape victims in India.

My City Weeps…

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Wrapped up in smoke,

Robbed of its smiles,

My city seems shrunk,

Sucked off its warmth,

It lies deserted tonight…

Walls of trust have been shattered,

Humanity questioned,

My city weeps,

As its men continue to gruesomely depict their overflowing sexual appetite,

Abuse their manhood,

To forcefully tear apart women,

Inflict pain and shame…

My city weeps,

For the girl writhing in pain,

She has already bled enough,

Paid her price for being a woman,

For not doling out her honor to strangers,

For not bowing down to their belief,

Of it being the foremost duty of every female…

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Startled at its sons in khaki,

Crushing protests with gas and sticks,

Shocked at its age-old tanks of democracy,

Taking all its time to wheel back and turn over,

And let its rusty judicial machinery roll on…

Monsters shall be given a chance to plead too,

Chained down to such a system,

Unable to voice out its plight to the world,

My city weeps…

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Debaroon’2012