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Day after day, the newspaper ink is shamelessly spilled into some gory details of the ” weaker” gender, you know what, it doesnt scare me.
On 2nd page , you tell me justice is served by putting to death some 4 men !… while the first page boasts of another bunch of the same category more gruesome, more brutual.
You tell me, it happens elsewhere too, stronger controls now, women squad team, emergency nos, my male friend will drop me home, ohh… self defence .. learn it, it will get better. over and over and over again ! blah.. blah.. blah.. ,
you dont give me hope any more, for I know it’s just a matter of days that these bloody newspapers will be lining your shelves , sold for pennys or just lying rotting, forgotten like the news in them.
And again fresh ones will come …
But you don’t scare me anymore.
~ Tanya M. ( you don’t scare me !)
( For anyone looking for context, this is what I have to say to all those front page headlines talking about gruesome rapes and horrific brutality day after day)
Behold, its the 21st century,
ohh ! .. the wonders it has brought,
Hmm.. the earth is a little more hot,
It’s climate change… so what ?
Broadening minds and narrowing hearts,
the world is now smaller, but in many parts.
Beautiful smiles lined with the most expensive lipsticks,
both men and women, now hide it all better.
Calls are frequent, but connections are rare,
Blend in – Blend in.. ohh, don’t you dare..
For yes, the gen Z may be more “understanding”
but in the same breath so unforgiving.
But I pity them .
Teri har baat per harz hoga
Iss zamaane ke liye tu hamesha ‘khudgarz’ hi hoga .
Once again I want to return to that summer of 2005 when I was 8 years old.
Fantasizing about making my own decisions but not yet making them.
wanting to be one of the adults but not yet
ready for it.
learning and hearing about things , people and everything that’s in between because I want to and not because I have to.
Once again I want to go back to that place from where I wouldn’t be just thinking about this poem but living it.
I picked up a pen and paper
and as I sat, I felt this hollow in my heart like I cant breathe but just write.
I felt an old pain that has surfaced above , like a lost message in the bottle .
l felt the fear building around my bones,
all the uncertainity biting on my soul.
I sensed this strange, scary but , so familiar darkness around me.
After so long , I felt that my mind had too much to say but my heart was numb.
The page before me was blank.