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The Eternal wait….

Along the edges
of her modest dreams,
she spins
the purity of sacred love,
as the gentle zephyr sings
the songs of an Indian touch,
She exudes the perfume
of sweet plumeria
and a tender touch
of raw cardamom mix,
Long dark silky tresses
tamed by jasmine fixed,
The colors of her sari spreads
into the blush
of a vermilion bride
Her shivering simple shyness
caressed
her blooming heart which
sighed
Bright sprinkles
of a poet’s brush
swish ballet
for her eyes
stuttering to capture
the moment when
black diamonds cry,
a mystic shroud encircles
sliver of kajal on her lids
the antonym of doubt
in all innocence she lives.
Floats she like a wave
as if reaching for the moon
and the fullness of it’s glow
pines for the aura of her bloom.

She sits at the lonely station
peering straight at the tracks
laid so silently to rest,
continuous parallels
break her heart in cracks,
Two stubborn lines
run a restless marathon,
the destination lost
myths of a meeting-point wrong.
The wait is ceaseless
as she longs in her solitude,
train after train
to de-hypnotise her prelude,
for the dawn of that face
she still feels but cannot touch
as ever so helpless in fate’s clutch.
She waits and waits and waits…
for her soul mate who had to leave
to the call of duty,
and forbidden was she to grieve
He would not come, he would not come…
and it had been
so many empty months,
But how could she not wait?
And keep waiting everyday
For he had made a promise
to fulfill everything said.
It was the vow of a soldier
and she breathed each day for this
for her groom to return
like not a second had been missed.

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Crushed Petals

 

Into that dark

forbidden bazaar

the angered sun

refuses to rise,

The moon fades away

SHAMED

Bossom of mother earth

CRIES

as the helpless horizon

SIGHS

Those dungeons of Doom

where cunning lust looms

tearing away feminine fragrance

in robe of kindness and cash

Greed and betrayal embrace

Venomous winds lash

sinful desires

suck out blood

with savage lips

squeeze virgin juice

nailing flesh into finger tips

steadily peeling off

the modesty

she fiercely holds

as claws rip her

skinless and cold

like carcass of flooded flesh

The vultures

gnash at warm sinews

Butchers bask

in flesh trade

soaked in the wine

of their sins

Yet drowned in thirst

pluck delicate petals

evoke screams

agony to burst

and crush into fists.

Sagging sacrilege

on marrowless bones

and demonic eyes

tongues lolling

doggy saliva

pour on buds

like acid

scarring every inch of seed

innocence gasps to be saved

writhes in agony with the rape

wails of naked

haunted spirits

quakes ambience in cracks

seeping in the deeps

somewhere

A mother

A daughter

A sister

A wife

forever silenced weeps……

 

Bazaar- market

 

 

 

I wanted to write this poem for a long, long time. Ever since i saw a real-life story on Human Trafficking  i knew i HAD to write a poem about it. But it wouldn’t come to me. I didn’t know how to go about it…..wasn’t sure how i wanted it written.

I guess every poem has it’s destiny. It choses it’s own time to get expressed. One day out of the blue, a few flash-images on T.V. reloaded my brain. Somehwere deep inside i felt tears seething to explode in the form of anger. I could imagine vultures, dead bodies, carcass, corpse, crushed petals, fruits bitten and juice bled out…..all these images rushed at lightning speed and i had to immediately put pen to paper.

Not that i had not tried writing this poem before but it turned out into something else….a more generalised agony….That poem, i will publish later insha’Allah!

 

Here are some of the facts i collected about Human Trafickking from Wikipedia:

1. Human Trafficking is the illegal trade of human beings for the purposes of commercial sexual exploitation or reproductive slavery or forced labor or a modern-day form of slavery.

2. Trafficking is a lucrative industry. It has been identified as the fastest growing criminal industry in the world.

3. Victims of human trafficking are not permitted to leave upon arrival at their destination. They are held against their will through acts of coercion and forced to work to provide services to the traffickers or others.

4. The work may include anything from bonded or forced labor to commercialised sexual exploitation.

5. The arrangement may be structured as a work contract but with no or low payment or on terms which are highly exploitive. ( Usually the victims are unaware of the nature of work they will be doing).

6. Trafficking of children may include commercial sexual exploitation and forcing the child into prostitution, forced labor services or slavery.

7. It was reported in 2010 that Thailand and Brazil were considered to have the worst child trafficking records.

8. Some documentaries on human trafficking include- “Call+ Response”, “Ghosts”,” The sugar babies” etc.

 

 

India is a source, destination and transit country for men, women and children trafficked for the purpose of forced labor and commercial sexual exploitation.

Internal forced labor may constitute India’s biggest problems where people are held in debt bondage and face forced labor working in brick kilns, rice mills and agriculture.

India is also a destination for women and girls from Nepal and Bangladesh trafficked for the purpose of commercial sexual exploitation.

If you would like to read more about it, i suggest you go through wikipedia about the laws that have come into effect against it. Then, the documentaries will provide a more realistic view of the problem.

Maybe…where we all are, we can’t do much about this but awareness and spreading awareness is a small step towards solving the problem. It’s said that “The Eyes cannot see what the Mind does not know”. So, if we have knowledge we will be able to smell the danger before it gets the better of us.  LET THE MIND KNOW!

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Locked

 

 

Won’t love anymore,

It walked out the door,

Won’t fall anymore

Open gash to store,

Won’t cry anymore

Eternity of hurt i have bore,

Won’t trust anymore

Annihilated betrayal to the core.

 

 

They can’t perforate

the impermeable walls i have set,

They can’t take advantage

of my own unawareness,

They can’t steal from emotions

like it’s their right,

They can’t melt a rock

It’s a lost fight.

 

 

Well friends…..This will be my last post for sometime because i have to hit the books and then since the holy month of Ramadan is starting from mid-july…with fasting and prayers, i might not get much time to visit my blog. But insha’Allah i will be back with (hopefully) fresher ideas and crispier posts. Till then…take care…be healthy,be  happy and don’t forget to pray!

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My Favorite Inspiration

Hello everyone!

Like I had written before….my inspiration for poetry is life itself…emotions, issues, quotes, events etc. I also love Urdu poetry. Urdu is considered as a very sweet language and I have read so many Urdu poetries which have inspired me. If you delve into Urdu poetry, the philosophy and secrets of life are hidden in nearly all the verses which are revealed at the end of the poem. It is a different style….a unique genre altogether! Being my mother tongue, I tried very hard to write poems in this language but I feel I was a big failure as I couldn’t capture it’s essence. For those of you who understand Hindi or Urdu…..i would highly recommend reading Urdu poetry to nourish your senses and get inspired.

Then there has been this single poem which I have loved throughout my childhood which (you can say) was my First Love. This poem was part of our English syllabus and for some reason I loved reading it again and again. Till today I remember the first four verses by heart. I guess somewhere I could connect to the description of the lady and I sometimes wished someone had written such a beautiful poem for me. Don’t we all dream of being described in a poetic way? I would like to share this beautiful poetry by Lord Byron :

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that ‘s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!