Mocking Mother

And she laughs mercilessly,
As she is slapped before her,
If her daughter at the hands of a hound,
Would she too abhor her,
And let her be beaten,
Until her screams fade away,
Would she bear the same that,
She now enjoys each day,
What a pity she's a woman,
But couldn't reach her son to respect another,
What a pity to her teachings,
What a pity to her being a mother,
And she's not the only one,
She's just one of the many,
Who face discrimination themselves too,
But don't have sympathy for any,
Who are we to hold him responsible,
When she never held his hand,
And guided him not to disrespect women,
Never did she take a stand,
And that woman beaten today,
Before her very eyes,
Cries her soul out today,
As on a the cold floor, she lies,
But one day she too will let,
History repeat itself,
She too wouldn't stop her son,
Her daughter-in-law, she wouldn't help,
And it's a vicious circle,
That just goes on and on,
When you're not willing to take a step,
Don't hope for a miraculous new dawn.

Domestic violence is just one of the many issues faced by more than 50% of the world's women population around the globe. I don't even need to enlist all the atrocities. No matter what they are and in which part of the world women face them, nothing will change unless we change our mindsets and respect all women irrespective of our relationship with them.
Men are generally considered the only root cause of all the violence a woman may have to face, but the truth is everyone else that silently witnesses this and chooses not to say a word is equally guilty of it, be it another woman.
Change your mindset and the world will change itself.
#InternationalDayForTheEliminationOfViolenceAgainstWomen

Esteem Down the Alley

Close your eyes,
Shut them tight,
Against your skin,
Did you feel a bite,
That tender touch,
Straight down your esteem,
Tell me was that,
Much of an extreme,
Let me rub it again,
Against your bare skin,
The nails running down,
So sharp and thin,
Now let's play a game,
Let's tighten that grip,
Is it wrong to love,
Baby why did you flip,
I love you more,
Than you'd love yourself,
Then why do you cry,
Out for help,
Is my love,
To tough to bear,
Awkward you find it,
Even when I stare,
Tell me how it feels,
To be loved just as much,
As you made me feel,
I was loved as such,
Sheltered and protected,
Perfectly comfy,
Why on earth does make you,
So fiercely grumpy,
You loved me so hard that I decided,
To exchange roles for a day,
And make you feel exactly,
How I feels to be, this way,
Never will I be able,
To forget that night,
Your hands gripping me,
That fearful sight,
My heart, my body,
And my brain,
Will never get over,
That night's pain,
When you thought my isolation,
Was a chance to come over,
And you walked me down that alley,
All so slower,
Each second till you led me,
To the dark,
Of fear lit inside me,
An agonising spark,
I tugged I ran,
But you caught me each time,
My body will never ever,
Be again just mine,
It's fun to say,
My friend, my partners in crime,
You declared me the meal,
And together you all dined,
If only I could ever,
Put you through the same,
And let you feel,
How it felt to be shamed,
I bet you'd hate it if in place of me,
Was your daughter, sister or wife,
You ruthless hound you forgot,
I too live, I too have a life,
You took it away,
In one single breath,
What I live now,
Is worse than death,
No secret is there left,
I'm believed to be revealed,
And now they think,
There's nothing to be concealed,
Never will I be respected,
Ever again,
Healed and hidden,
But the wounds still pain.

Stereotypes

In a society where maturity is solely deemed to be dependant on age, abilities on experience, understanding on attitude, power on money and personality on charm, no one will ever be able to reach their true potential.
No one will ever be satisfied with who they are. No decision will ever be taken sure of the fact that it is the right one. No task will be completed with the faith that it's being performed in the best way. No progress will be made sure that our future is in the hands of the right people.
And you know who is responsible for that? YOU. Yes you, you and you and the one before you and the one with you and the one after you. You, me, him, her, every single one of us BECAUSE we are that society.
These rules were not set by aliens, we made them. And if you want those rules to be broken, you'll have to break them yourself. No one will break those stereotypes for you. You will have to do that yourself.
And if you're not willing to do so, then don't call your yourself a 'feminist', a believer of 'equality', a 'reformer', a 'humanitarian' BECAUSE you know what, you're not even fair with yourself then what to talk about the world. You believe in something, but you're not ready to fight for. And if you're not ready to fight your own battle, then stop pretending to fight for others. You've murdered your dreams, stop playing with their emotions.
If you're against all this, you will have the guts to speak up no matter what the consequences may be. You will value peoples' thoughts and ideas, abilities and characteristics and beliefs and virtues, despite the materialistic boundaries of age, gender, experience, expression, charm, attitude and money. You will do so no matter how small it may seem to value one person out of the billions who face all this. You will do so no matter someone watches you or not. You will do so no matter someone appreciates your efforts or not.
And if you're not willing to do so, then go back home coward. Verbal warfare never helped anyone win any battle.