Nirbhaya- My Sister

She’s a young Indian daughter

She loved her parents like living gods

She’d her unending dreams to conquer

She’d her illimitable choices of freedom

She worked for the poorest ones

She studied to rise and shine

She lived for what she learnt

She roamed around New Delhi, that night

She’d enjoyed the moments of night’s charm

She’s on her way back to entire darkness

She’s reacted powerfully, but nobody cared

She’s slaughtered for her laughter

She’s brutally handled by a group of morons

She’s left at the corner, helplessly to endure the pains of scars

She’s determined not to leave even at the worst

She’s survived to ascend and catch her life

She hadn’t even had time to withstand it, any longer

She’d left, kept everybody in her wing

She is a sacred light for the humanity

She is my sister, a woman whom I respect the most

She is Nirbhaya, a dotted signature in my blood’s diary

Note: “When being raped, she shouldn’t fight back. She should just be silent and allow the rape. Then they’d have dropped her off after ‘doing her’, and only hit the boy.”, Mukesh Singh, one among the molesters of Nirbhaya case, stated on a documentary, which highlights the facts of incident happened on 16th December 2012, covered by Leslee Udwin, BBC.

“Will you do the same against a woman from whom you’ve gained the right to be alive?”

I don’t dare whether he’ll either say yes or no, it might be a yes!

Photo Credits: I’m Clueless Blog

A Mockingbird

A young woman hides

her agile beauty to stay apart

from a society,

subjected to the consumption of drugs

that makes him sane, more or less

what he needs in a vein;

the wings of a mockingbird

cut out by a sharp scissor.

Photo Credits: Google Images

She is mine


I pampered her all through the paths in my world.

Not with an unruffled objective,

But for the notary rights,

Semantic interests,

Explicit belief,

Harmonious wishes,

And ‘something‘ she owns in me.

I don’t know what it is,

Or why didn’t I ask her about it yet.

When she comes nearer to me,

A doubtless incarnation will spell around me.

She knows,

I’m ‘everything‘ for her.

But still, I don’t know,

Why she is more than ‘anything‘ for me.

When she kisses me,

I can’t keep my adrenaline rush to control the normal human desire,

Perhaps, they are just emotions;

Can be controlled or not?

I wish,

Nope, I could control it.

If I can’t,

What’s the difference between me and a rapist for her?