I live in a house Where brothers reside On different floors And rarely talk Occasionally putting a wry smile On brief encounters While passing by.... ________________________________ I know of friends One too many Once too close Now strange faces With no contacts In cell phones ________________________________ I made love Hesitating, so yesterday Tearing pages of my diary Which held secrets Of my looted heart ________________________________ I observe my sister Who had been the prettiest Ever born With eyes twinkling Like stars Today they brim with tears For she is buried now In the coffin of her mind ________________________________ I know a wind Not for it touches me Neither for it reaches me No sensations of its being On my housed self But because it makes The grass growing from The crevices of an unkempt building Dance... ________________________________ This is life As I know it And its ways of being Beautiful.
Who's a writer? A WRITER IS ONE WHO TITIVATES THE NAKEDNESS OF TIMES.
Normalizing molestation Tabooed masturbation Don't speak of menstruation My cleavage a base for allegation
Bowing down before patriarchy Democracy gagged by anarchy Fair play turned oligarchy Sufferers common folk like me.
Laborers, farmers die and there is no data for their deaths Health workers, bankers die and there is no data for their deaths All air is being sucked out of my breaths And if I die there will be no figures for such deaths
Depression is suppressed Women freely oppressed Homophobia openly expressed Against dissenting charges are pressed
Helpless clueless I am in daze Acerbic circus media I do gaze Missing my secular peaceful days Missing my blessed inclusive ways... _________________________________ Copyright Jaya Harfkaar 18-9-20
Edit: my gratitude to Writersbay for an 11th repost...am only bowed Everytime.
Today when I analyse people around me, I find them all sad. It is surprising, because now, more than ever, we see happy pictures, happy songs, and motivation flowing in our faces. Nobody is asking anybody how they are doing because they imagine that the other person, if fact, everybody except them is happy and doing amazingly in their lives, but only they are faring miserably.
And it is considered the biggest sign of weakness today to accept that we are sad. Alone and helpless, every other person is like that, what a pity!
And we have become so stupid that love for people today is only concerning romantic love, that between lovers.
Please understand, you can love a pet, your books, your parents, or grandparents, or siblings, or a friend (as a friend ;) only) or the poor. Try to expand your love to the people and plants.
People today agree to stay in toxic relationships, just because they think they will appear happy, cool and complete when they are with their partners. If you somehow are caught up in some shit like this, please take my word for it-- you will be much better when you are on your own, even if you don’t have a single friend, and family member to help you out, or to listen to you-- do not worry, Mother Teresa did not stay happy by being with friends or family-- she lived and loved the poor and the sick.
No, I am not telling one without partner to turn into a missionary or nun, what I mean is that you can stay happy if you start looking above yourself for purpose, stop being self-centred, you are so blessed with food and money and a place to live in, millions are not, you can start with them.
You can become someone’s voice-- don’t be afraid of the hurdles, today if you speak for women you will be labelled as a feminist, if you talk about Muslims you are a Pro-Muslim, if you talk of LGBTQ rights, your sexuality is played with. But speak, because that is the path to liberation and joy.
We have become so obsessed with love for things, expensive clothes, MacBook, iPhone, houses, cars, flights and booze.
Life is in togetherness, get it straight. The best of things, even the most expensive, will only go so far, because then and forever, till you die, you need someone living to root for you, to need you, and giving some meaning to your life. Take care of them.
Many times, love, money, life itself can consume us, make us blind to our weaknesses and the weaknesses of the people we love, and how much someone tries, we cannot remove our blindness unless we are ready to do that. No one else can make us see- the reality of our faults, our prejudices, because it is painful to accept that we made a mistake. But if we are lucky, we might learn from our mistakes and gather enough courage to accept it and apologize and stop suffering.
We live in a country more passionate about protecting cows than women. Where people are lynched and butchered for allegations of killing of cows.
Where institutional murders of Rohith Vemula and Payal Tadwi are largely avoided and forgotten.
Untouchability was abolished in our country in Article 17 yet after 70 years of independence we are still practising it.
Manual scavenging, which means picking human excreta with hands or submerging into sewage pipes and septic tanks for cleaning shit, is also a banned occupation, with penal actions against the employers.
Postulated in laws enacted in 1993, then again in 2013 and now again being planned in 2020 (Prohibition of Employment as Manual Scavenger and their Rehabilitation Act). It empowers the District Magistrate to punish the employers.
Yet in all these years, not a SINGLE person has been punished under the act. Even though there are 63,246 identified manual scavengers across the country in 17 states. (According to the Social Justice and Empowerment Ministry).
631 persons have died (of Ati-shudra out caste) cleaning sewers and septic tanks in the period 2010-March 2020. (According to the National Commission of Safai Karamchari) with Tamil Nadu reporting the highest number of deaths.
Still We say that caste discrimination doesn’t exist.
These are POLITICAL MURDERS. Due to diseases such as Trachoma, which happen on handling shit without protection. All personhood and dignity is lost. We are living peacefully, waiting for some miracle to save our souls from this sin.
Mission to Mars and Moon, 8000 Crore planes for the country’s PM, and president. Nothing to mechanise the sewage system of the country.
Rather there is so much segregation. The localities of sweepers are away from the city or the posh localities. People don’t marry their kids into lower caste families. People use SURNAMES of higher caste without any shame. YOU ARE A CULPRIT for these deaths too.
Poverty is not only lack of money or possessions, it is also lack of power. Most dalit brothers and sisters are powerless, so we kill them and build temples and mosques on their graves.
Railways is one of the biggest employers of manual scavenger in India. Exclusively dalits clean the shit dropped on tracks daily from 1,72,000 open-discharge toilets.
Untouchability is a punishment to sustain the caste system. Wake up and ask the right questions. Move above your personal and petty and privileged problems to acknowledge murders of your country's people.
Ways to End Caste System-
1. Annihilation of Hinduism, Intercaste Marriages
2. Recognise privileges and be empathetic, LISTEN to their problems and stories.
3. Implementation of the act and punishment of employers
5. Mechanisation of sewage systems, (esp. engineers listen to this) _________________________________ Copyright Harfkaar 15-10-2020
You can read other part By clicking on hashtag #isitlovenoitisnot I know, I didn't give justice to the story but I don't want to give it a happy end. Btw this is the end of story, no more comment on writing other parts of this please. Thank you,
#happyc @writersbay So I am happiest in being myself...and I am myself most when I am daydreaming..so here's to the love of my life...cheers!
DAYDREAMING In those moments of bliss I often wonder If this is heaven Or slipping under? These thoughts are my abode Of waltz and swirl Decorating it so With lilies and pearls. I fly over clouds Dress in rain Talk to stars As they take my pain. I date twilight Kiss the dawn I hug the dusk Like a lovely fawn. Often as I lie Listening dream pop Loneliness engulfs me Eyes harboring dew drop Woebegone and solitary I reach to my daydreams They come to caress my head Singing shining sunbeams. I hop once again On their unicorn sleigh A million horizons pass so fast I travel the universe till my daydreams last!
Stringing words Of what I felt In those lonely dorms Sun-kissed Yet all lorn. It's not that easy you see...
Depression diagnosed Is less scary Than when unknown
It takes a lot to fight it An uphill task if not for peers A process slow, may take weeks Months, or sometimes years.
Yet in all this cimmerian lull There is still a scintilla of hope It's indeed a tenebrous etch Yet not impossible to cope.
Professional help and empathetic friends Good diet and healthy sleep Reading, writing, exercise These are the habits to keep.
It takes eons yet it happens That clouds of darkness dispel Courage, hope, prayers and love With help of these, recovery gets spelled. ______________________________ Copyright Jaya Harfkaar 6-9-2020 #jandjforever Catch all my collaboration at #j_collab