RAPE - NIRBHAYA BY SHRUTI ANINDITA VERMAA

 

This one was written the day Nirbhaya verdict was announced....

Rape ????

I lived, I survived and I fought with respect

With utmost care n love till I lost my breath

I never died, how could I ?

When all of you were by my side

It was a war that I started with an army like you

I knew you would be there in the battlefield even if I withdrew

I kept pleading them to spare me and leave me alone

But they kept ripping me apart till I was fully torn.

They thought I was dead as they threw me on the road

Motionless I lay on the street in the piercing Delhi cold.

The dead of the night didn’t scare me as the scariest I survived

The Cold in the night did not bite me after the most violent bites

But I knew I had to survive a few hours to live forever

I knew I had to breathe though with difficulty and be a little braver

I knew I had to tell the world of all I faced that night

I knew I had to tell the world to take up my fight.

I knew I had to ensure that I speak up before becoming quite

For I was the only one who could start this legal fight

To ensure that the men who snatched away my happiest world from me

Never ever lived on this earth in dignity and with peace.

You gave me the strength to speak when I thought I was speechless

You gave me days to live when I knew there was no time left

You brought me back to senses when I was thrown senseless

You brought me back to life … to speak up before I could lay motionless.

With each passing day and with each passing night

I wait anxiously for justice…. Delayed but not denied

It pains to see my ma and pa wait in the corridors

For hours and days and months outside the Delhi Court

As I see my family waiting to fulfill the promise made to me

I feel sad for the parents of the men who abused me

My parents even today are proud of me, for to them was I born

But there parents curse themselves everyday for why these kids were born.

It is a matter of a day or two…. I am sure I will rest in peace

But before that can I ask you all for a very small promise.

The man who deserves not to be called a juvenile

Has been treated like a kid  …. Can I rest in peace?????

He is a juvenile after such a heinous crime ?

His name is not there in any  of the times?

He should live in oblivion and die alone

Without a wife or a daughter as companion

His sisters should never treat him as their brother

His father and mother should disown him forever.

Only then can I rest in peace

Only then can I sleep in peace

With pride and dignity

And with a sense of victory…..

Nirbhaya .

PAPA

PAPA

BY SHRUTI ANINDITA VARMA

This was exactly after a year  Papa's went into his spiritualjourney .... I cannot say his death anniversary because a philosopher like him can never die.

Papa

Yesterday I got everything I wanted from the world

The universe conspired to gift me the love I deserved

My daughter came into my arms and made me complete

I became a mom thanks to her ….

Happy birthday darling…..

But today I lost everything and much more

My dad left my sister and me forever

He comes to meet my mom everyday though

I think he loves her more

He meets her in her dreams, he makes sure.

Never mind let me tell you my story

I know he is always there for me

He comes in my mom’s dream but physically he is there with me

He is my guardian angel so I am told

And on the path of life my hands he holds

To tell me what is wrong and right

To subtly show me the guiding light

I know he is happy for the life he has lived

I know he is happy for the lives he did give

I am proud of him for the lives he has made

In all their memories he will never fade

Today and everyday as I remember him,

The feelings I get, words cannot say

Emotions in my mind begin to play

I feel sad alone and then his thought makes me gay.

I am proud to be his daughter

I am proud to have him by my side

And knowing him so closely

Feels me with a sense of pride

I love you dad and I am proud of you

I miss you though but I am happy too

You came like a king and you lived like one

And till you lived you were a fun

Always an example for everyone around you

Be happy and enjoy life stayed true to you ….

And today as I think of you and remember you

My eyes are moist and words there are few

But let me sum up by saying

I love you

Today is the celebration of your philosophies

Today is the celebration of your life

And all that you ever said and did

Will stay with me throughout my life.

Thanks my guardian …. And what an Angel !!!

-

THE STAGE IS ALL YOURS

                         The stage is all yours

By Shruti Anindita Varma

13th February 2019 

As the curtains raised

My expectations too

The fragrance of your confidence

And your talent too.

The power of your dialogues soaring high

I could sense your authority and your pride   

I could flaunt the beauty your looks did bring

I could dance to the song your heart did sing

You were the stars twinkling in the sky

You were the stars that met my naked eyes

No one could steal your dreams from me

Nothing could have made it bigger for me.

No one could play the role you played

Nothing can match the words you said

You are my center stage my life

You are the reason for my smile

As you stood there playing your part

I saw the angels pour there heart

I knew my child was all set today

Full of Confidence and personified Grace 

Hogging the limelight on the stage

Delivering the lines with utmost grace

Each word a promise, each step a steal

I can say with Élan you have signed your deal.

As a mother I promised myself all this while

I would always be by your little side

In front of you to cheer your high

Behind you back so that you could fly.

Today as I see you amidst the protruding spotlights

A sign of relief sparkles deep in my might 

Go conquer the world my little child

I know the world is yours “MY MIRACLE CHILD”

TO EACH ONE OF YOU FROM EACH ONE OF US.

I am a Mom too

By Shruti Anindita Vermaa

                                                                                               21. 3 2018

Once again I cannot sleep                                                    

Coz I can hear a mother weep

And as I hear a mother grieve

How can another mother sleep?

          When you hear a child share her ordeal

Imagine how a mother would feel

what would she do?

where would she go?

How would she live

How would she smile

And how the hell would 

she survive…

   

      A mom for whom the place for care

    Becomes for her the worst nightmare

      Why will she make up stories here

    What does she get as she builds the fear

If this was your pain, what would you say

Would you still let it pass this way

Or fight till justice came your way

I am sure this too would be your prayer

Would you put your child through this?

For a school, a building, or all your needs

Is anything worth this fight for you???

Is there anything but your child for you.

Imagine how a mom would feel

As nightmares of her child she peels

The story of her child’s abuse

Just put yourself in the mother’s shoes

Just think and think and you might feel

All is not too well, there’s a need to heal 

          At least your heart would want to find

                             To something you might have turned blind

Thank god it was not for you??

But tomorrow this might not be true

And would you still want to believe

It is a story your three year old would weave.

KIDS ARE AMAZING: NIRBHAYA

I wrote this on the 12th of September,2013

A day before the gang rape verdict was announced.

Today publishing it with a sigh of relief as the criminals have been given death sentence.

Rape ????

I lived, I survived and I fought with respect

With utmost care n love till I lost my breath 

I never died, how could I ?

When all of you were by my side

It was a war that I started with an army like you

I knew you would be there in the battlefield even if I withdrew

I kept pleading them to spare me and leave me alone

But they kept ripping me apart till I was fully torn.

They thought I was dead as they threw me on the road

Motionless I lay on the street in the piercing Delhi cold.

The dead of the night didn’t scare me as the scariest I survived

The Cold in the night did not bite me after the most violent bites

But I knew I had to survive a few hours to live forever

I knew I had to breathe though with difficulty and be a little braver

I knew I had to tell the world of all I faced that night

I knew I had to tell the world to take up my fight.

I knew I had to ensure that I speak up before becoming quite

For I was the only one who could start this legal fight

To ensure that the men who snatched away my happiest world from me

Never ever lived on this earth in dignity and with peace.

You gave me the strength to speak when I thought I was speechless

You gave me days to live when I knew there was no time left

You brought me back to senses when I was thrown senseless

You brought me back to life … to speak up before I could lay motionless.

With each passing day and with each passing night

I wait anxiously for justice…. Delayed but not denied

It pains to see my ma and pa wait in the corridors

For hours and days and months outside the Delhi Court

As I see my family waiting to fulfill the promise made to me

I feel sad for the parents of the men who abused me

My parents even today are proud of me, for to them was I born

But there parents curse themselves everyday for why these kids were born.

It is a matter of a day or two…. I am sure I will rest in peace

But before that can I ask you all for a very small promise.

The man who deserves not to be called a juvenile

Has been treated like a kid  …. Can I rest in peace?????

He is a juvenile after such a heinous crime ?

His name is not there in any  of the times?

He should live in oblivion and die alone

Without a wife or a daughter as companion

His sisters should never treat him as their brother

His father and mother should disown him forever.

Only then can I rest in peace

Only then can I sleep in peace

With pride and dignity

And with a sense of victory…..

Nirbhaya . 

Piya Gaye Rangoon       1st Sept' 2013

How incomplete do I feel when you are not there
How sad do I feel when you are far away
From your care to your cries
And your harmless lies
Like the no of cigarettes
that you have lighted in the day
or the half finished tea that
you have left in the tray.

From the sunrise to the sunset
while the clock plays its role
There is something missing
In my life as a whole.

I miss the morning tea with you
I miss your morning alarm sans you
And all the newspaper left for me.....
I don't feel like reading them .... not just by me.

I miss your forcing me for my food
Consistently while at times I am  rude
I don't like my breakfast without you
I don't even like myself without you...

You don't even know what you mean to me
And to you kids, my heart can see
There eyes patiently waiting for you
Their heart full of warmth for you

They miss you in the day as in night
They miss your songs wishing them goodnight
They miss you when they leave for school
They miss you when they are back from school

So for Maanya, Aarush and for me
Come back home as soon as it can be
So that we can have our coffee at night
And be awake for the kids with the morning light.....

Love you Papu,  Chotu  love you
Miss you dad, I want to hug you.....
Come back home
we are waiting for you
Come back soon
We are missing you.

Mamma Maanya and Aarush

Right now I was looking at my mom
Making tea for me in the kitchen
As I try to finish my office job
And she doing her job of a mom for the 40th year of my being.

She is 65 but still the mother in her never fails
To give me all that I need and much more
As I see her getting breathless
But still holding back her coughing to not disturb my sleep.

Her energy is unquestionable
And her warmth beyond my comprehension
Her face still as calming as it ever was
Her giving all her life without a pause
The warmth the peace the love
Still untouched by the passing time

Everytime I call her ma,
Haan beta has come up instantly
Everytime I want her love
Too much pouring unconditionally
Everytime I think I am falling
Her arms giving me the wings to fly
Everytime
I need her she is there before the wink of an eye.

But am I there when she needs me
To cook for her when she is hungry
To have the first cup of tea with her
that Even today she makes for me

Do I have the time to take her out shopping
And buy her a gift or just give her love as we are both hopping
Do I take a holiday when she is unwell
As she used to everytime I was unwell

Have I today had sleepless nights holding her hand
The way she would when I as a child was sad?
Even if I try from today I do not think I will be a
Daughter that I should be to a mom like her
But I think even if I keep trying
I can never ever be a mom like her…

LOVE YOU MOM