Come With Me Into The Woods

Already lost

I don't know how I'm holding it together

The cluster of mismatched pieces

I don't know how I'm still standing

Though I am limping all the way

I know you feel those too

The anger, the frustration, the pain and all others

But why do you pass it my way?

Do you think I'm unbreakable?

I wish I was,

I wish I could take everything you give.

But I am a weak thing,

I have to battle every day just to survive

And,

Every time I have to face the reality of life

I lose it

Every time you take your anger out on me

I lose it

Every time I hear the screams of your suffering

I lose it

But you see

Even with all these factors telling me to give up

I always had a reason to fight

But now,

I can't remember it anymore.

एक सवाल आपने किया

एक हम भी करते हैं

वो राम जी हैं

जिन्हें सब आदर्श मानते हैं;

छोड कर अपने राज़ मुकूट

उन्होंने पीता का वचन निभाया

बिना भोग वीलास के

चौदा वर्ष वन में विताया;

आपने प्रेम का वंधन

जोड़ा सिर्फ़ माता सीता के साथ

मगर जब लांछन लगा उनके

चरित्र पे, छोड़ दिया उनका हाथ;

कहते हैं प्राण से बढकर

वचन है रघुवंशियों का

विवाह के सात वचनों में एक

रक्षा अपने पत्नि के सम्मान का;

क्या पत्नि से किया

वचन का कोई मान नहीं होता?

आखिर क्यों सिर्फ़ एक अच्छे

पुत्र बन ने से वो आदर्श है कहलाता?

आखिर क्यों ?

आज भी,

रामायण और महाभारत देखने पर

कुछ सवाल आते हैं

और मन को विचलित कर देते है।

क्यो माँ सीता के चरित्र पर सवाल उठाए गए ?

क्यो उन्हें अपवित्र कहा ?

भगवान राम के सामने उन्होंने अग्नी परीक्षा दी थी,

वह सब जानते थे,

फिर ऐसा क्यों हुआ ?

क्यो पाङव और कोरवो के खेल में

द्रौपदी का सौदा हुआ ?

क्यो भरी सभा में

सभी के सामने चीरहरण हुआ ?

क्यों किसी ने कुछ नहीं कहा ?

क्यो सब मौन रहे ?

वहाँ तो कृष्ण ने आकर

द्रौपदी का चीर बढा दिया था,

पर क्यो हुआ ऐसा ?

न ही सीता और द्रौपदी

त्रेता युग में और द्वापर युग में

सुरक्षित थी

और न ही आज कलयुग में सुरक्षित है ।

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-writingsbypb

( मैं भगवान के विरुद्ध नहीं हूँ, बस इतनी सी बात है कि क्यों ऐसा हुआ और क्या कभी इन सवालों के जवाब मिलेंगे ? )

18.11.2020 (114)

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I Had Said No

I said no.

Again and again

I said no.

Did you not hear that?

I said no.

But my words did not erect a wall of protection around me.

It's dirty, filthy touch still managed to seep through my defenses and scar my soul.

The moment it withdrew its claws,

I ran.

I ran and ran and ran.

On the way,

I bumped into a lady.

Her eyes were blindfolded

With a beam balance in one hand

And a sword in the other

I asked her to help me.

She told me that she doesn't see any sin

I repeated again

That I had said no.

But to her, my consent didn't matter

'Cause I said, "I do."

On that day at the altar.

Isn't life a little strange?

We all know how it begins and ends

But we still want to live through it

Is it because how we live matter

Or 'cause that's the only thing in our hands?

Or maybe it does matter

Not for us

But for the people of the future

We all know that

The epilogue has already been written

But wouldn't it be a victory for us

If on our way, we could make the path

A little less hard

A little more clear

Not for us

But for the people of the future

HOPE

You are the cruelest of them all

Sponge.

I try to cry. I can’t. So used to not letting the tears flow, Holding them back. Conditioning learned from a young age. Well, at least I’m successful at something.

I try to cry. I can’t. A few tears seep out of my eyes… Then the feeling fades away. My brain, it feels like a sponge–

Full of dirty dish water. Try to wring it out. Then it fights back harder. One day, I will no longer feel This deep pain and sorrow.

Pain Of A Broken Heart♡

Where do all these broken hearts go?

Do they wither away

Like a colorful rose

plucked away from his home

Or become sharp like a broken glass

That can tear your skin apart

Are they somewhere

Hiding from the world, healing?

Are they lost

In a permanent state of mourning?

Or have they stopped beating

Left in a cold wooden box

In an open graveyard

For others to see

As an emblem of tragic love

Or are they the wanderers

Sitting on an unknown grave

Crying for a stranger

For a broken heart knows

The pain of thousand deaths

Mirror, mirror on the wall;

Save your breath, save your words;

What makes you my judge and jury;

You see an image, not my beauty.

Whoever says mirrors don't lie,

When your very reflection is inverted.

All blood is red 6/13/2020

Racial threats equals civil unrest

In this mathematical problem that continues to test

A community segregated from a nation

Separated by hatred

Created by a division of color

Falsely identified

Personified by the actions

That are fueled by misguided intentions

Purposely made

Questions are asked but answers evade

The formulation of a resolution

A problem that had arised before my generation

That Continues with its evolution

It continues to hurt

It continues to kill

It continues to spill

Blood absorbed by the soil

upon which this country was built

Now am I wrong

To hum the words to a age old song

"We shall overcome"

I can't breathe

Those words are stuck on repeat

But I'll give all of me

A sacrifice

To make sure that we are free

To believe in such a thing called equality

My skin color shouldn't be a burden

Or make me a target

The choice to life should be my own to make regardless

Now beg my pardon

And excuse me as I continue to live and to fight

Not only for me but for the future minorities and their civil rights

Education is key

So lets take the right steps to lead

In order to proceed

Violence is not the answer

It's a distractor

A motivator

Which widens a gap

A political trap

Said in a way to pacify

That a lot of people fail to see

Let's both take a look in the mirror to view the differences

Then the similarities

Once cut, you'll see

That we both will bleed the same

If we both died today, our mothers will feel the same pain

So with this continued fight what are we continuing to gain?

A question that I will leave unanswered

Just like all the others that no one continues to claim

The outside may differ but inside the vein it's all the same.

all blood is red

i cannot tell you from experience the hardships of my fellowman,

but i can tell you what my eyes have seen.

they’ve seen them being condemned and deemed guilty from the moment they are born,

judged by something that upholds no merit amongst the majority of us.

i’ve seen them being judged by their culture;

their background;

i’ve seen them being diminished, humiliated and killed.

an entire continent built on the blood of innocents

with no reparation, no reformation.

i’ve seen my fellowman cry, scream, fight,

shed their own blood for a cause,

their cause!

fighting for the very thing i was privileged to have just by being born a different shade.

so when they come to me to speak, i listen.

so when they come to me for help, i stand in front of them.

if my skin can shield them from the blindness of hatred

then so be it!

i will use it to their advantage.

i will fight for their cause,

for i can no longer bear to see innocent blood wash this streets;

i can no longer hear the cry of a mother drowning in sorrow.

i refuse to side with the ignorant,

the bigoted,

the blind.

i will make their cause my cause;

their pain my pain,

because i believe us to be the same,

with red blood in our veins

and the will to fight to see this world be a better place.

A collaboration with a fellow poet @bea-is-back

Something that we felt needed to be said and done. Feel free to check her work if you looking to feel inspired.

~ Quiet-Storm ~