A Bird's Calling

A bird may sing, a bird may cry
a bird may fall and she may fly
She sways away to the unknown lands
she lives in no place, neither air nor sands
But the lives she sees make her fumble
The sands of time make her humble
A part of her she shares with joy
and flies away to the lands so dry
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A land so green, a river so full
O dear Birdy, let me sing you into a lull
The stars shine in the sky so wide
the ocean kisses the shore with gentle tide
Let your music fill the air, so pure
Let your art blossom just a little more
Stay! The song of your heart, for its sake
For every spirit here now you'll wake
will not stand in your way if you chose to fly
unless you promise not to say goodbye

I fly with my words

Theatrical you may call me
A dramatist would disagree
I live in a world where words just flee
And I traverse along, I transcend with glee

Freedom tastes good

Freedom is what I seek
from the known - a childs' play it'll be
The unknown though is creepy
it doesn't cease to be.. oh so starry

To Light

The light in you is shining bright
Hope ceases to be out of sight
Close your eyes and feel the warmth
In the field called love, there's no such dirth

Anamika

You don't want your daughter to be Anamika. That's the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of the horrible realities of the society that you and me form.

Anamika is the portrayal of the concept of the worst form of human rights violation - sex trafficking. It tells their tale through their very tongues that have been forced silent for far too long. From the dungeons where they are trapped, to the beasts (I won't call them men) they are forced to go to - they tell all. Anamikas shake the most popular belief of prostitution being 'easy money'. They don’t have a name. They don’t have an identity. Just a body which is not theirs – it’s sold. Again and Again. And if their cries, their tears don't move you, let this do the job. The only words they have for us is an advice to save ourselves from falling in this trap. They wish us a good life - a life they have stopped imagining for themselves. We have made them give up on us. Are we going to wake up now?

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Shhh... I've got something to tell you

The pen is mightier than the sword.

I have always written/ spoken about the bigger picture. For me it has always been more effective. I would talk about poverty in general rather than the story of one or two particular people. But what I found out recently was stories.. get across that message that no generalization gets across. And hence historically, it is via stories that all the wisdom has been transferred over the ages.

I've got something to tell you.
I have just experienced my first trance. I felt it. In a flurry of emotion, a rush to catch something unusual, like a shooting star, like the first drop of rain fall, I succumbed in the vast creation of nature. She urged me, compelled me to go forward, telling me not to be afraid, to open my eyes and feel the light shadowed amidst momentary darkness. I tread carefully, feeling every sound, every vibration in lousy air until all came to a grinding halt. A halt i can not forget - a halt I dare not forget.

Creating interest. A mystery about to unfold, something about to happen, when one lets loose of ones imagination and flows with the story teller, gets transported into a world where anything can happen. Or maybe... those things happen which were dreamed or dreaded.

I stood there standing for a while at a distance where they could not see me. I saw a group of kids like me both boys and girls lined up outside an enclosure. A couple of men called them by a strange number. I wondered why I wasn't hearing any names. 2 girls and 1 boy were sent inside the enclosure and the rest of the kids were put in the truck they probably came out from.

Is the tongue mighty enough?

Poisonous Silence (Part 1)

Where are we? Here! How are we? Good. Who are we? The One, The Only! But...

We are adraid. Of truth.

We want to live in the world that does not see what is real. We want to tell everyone that the "act" (we don't even want to name the act) does not exist. More importantly we want to tell ourselves that the "act" does not exist. So in our less than perfect world, we live in constant denial phase of the not so uncommon "act".

And that's what we teach our kids. That it doesn't exist.
When the child says he/she doesn't like milk, we tell them "No, milk is good for health. You must drink it."
When the child says they don't like this pair of pants, we tell them, "No. How could you not like this pair of pants? It's a good one. You must wear it."
When the child says I don't like this uncle / aunty / relative, we say "They're so good! You must go to them and shake hands."

1. What are we telling them?

When the child comes out of the shower without his/her underwear, we say "Shame! Shame! Don't come out like this."

2. What are we telling them?
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Child: Oh.. I don't like this person but mom/dad say they're good. I don't like this.. I am confused.. Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this? Am I bad?... I can't tell them I don't like this uncle / aunt. I must obey them... They say they love me.. I don't like it.. I am a bad child... I should be punished... I am afraid I will die... I am afraid they will hit me.. I don't want to feel anything.. I will close my eyes.. Nothing ever happened.. No one will ever know.. This can not be happening.. I don't know what this is.. I am a bad child. This is what I deserve.

1. What did we tell them?

Don't trust your instinct. Ever.
Consequence: When a child faces sexual abuse they are confused. They feel "I don't understand what is right or wrong, what I should / should not like, should or should not do. I should obey my elders. I don't feel good about this, but they must be right. How can I defy my elders?"

2. What did we tell them?

You don't show your private parts to people or talk about them.
Consequence: When a child faces sexual abuse they can not tell since they have been trained not to talk about it. They have been told, this is a bad thing to talk about. Don't be a bad boy / girl!

Our dead self forces them to drink the poisonous potion of silence.