Friday, 13 September 2013

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 . 

Sunday, 1 September 2013


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