Day 364/366

I've gone to one protest in my life, and that's about the anonymity and censorship of the Internet. But today, I went for the protest for the girl who was raped in Delhi and faced a death that was not deserved of her. Initially, it was a protest I wanted to be a part of. I screamed for her justice and held a candle in my hand. Eventually, I realised it was a protest that had no cause, which allowed an electronic media to control its shape. By the end of what I saw, there were people singing Raghupati Raghav Raja Ram, which defaulted from the cause at hand. Can Indians get the protests right ever? From whatever I've read, we've always digressed at some point. Can't the focus just be a memory-of a sister or daughter lost in a war against an evil that she can't fight alone? Even if she tries, the numbers overpower her. It isn't fair. And the worst part is that we're the country that prides ourself with the Kamasutra. Really?

Day 216/366

Shiny, Shiny, Glistening tears in your eye

Do you shy away from the idea-

Of the climax we can reach?

Does it make you lose your senses?

Cold, hot touch

Unfamiliar.

I recite poetry from my heart

As you spit out your insides

You drown in your own screams.

You draw me closer

As you push me away

I know you like it

Though I know you hate.

Carnal desire,

Lustful crime,

Do you want me to continue?

Or must I take your life?

Day 51/366

The Victim
She has a say but it goes unused

Often enough in our world,

Society and its crazy norms,

It makes my head swirl. 

Victim-blaming, the daily rapes,

Since when did its seriousness fade?

It is a pity that instead of action,

Complaints are just followed up by a raid.

Where is the justice? 

Who makes the laws?

Are they just namesake papers made?

There's no black or white,

There's a murky grey,

Would you shut up if you got paid?