Dreams in a cage

My dreams, my aspirations

All shed in tears

My plight, my life

All cold in fear

Some thousand dreamless nights I have had

For some thousand passing days here

My dreams, my aspirations

All shed in tears

For a step to take

There is a war to fight

For a smile to release

A treaty of might

Some thousand wicked souls I have fought

Since every passing day here

My dreams, my aspirations

All shed in tears…

©2013 snehal sahay

 

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Introduction to poetry writing

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So many times, we want to know, “how to write a poem”. Well, I will post about it next time, but before that, one must know, what exactly a poem is. I’m not talking about its definition of course, you may find that too much on the web. We are talking what it is, what it is meant to be.

Poetry is a way of expression, a way of demonstration of ones way of thinking and reasoning, ones conflicts…a window to what one is. It works on social issues, the way the society thinks and the way it should.

 How often we may deny it, poetry films the poet (Though only a part).

Now, what a poem consists of;

1)     Rhyme

2)   Metre and Scales

3)    Puns and other literary criticism (or plain straight)

Rhyme

 

Rhymes have been an important part of the poetry since time immemorial. From nursery rhymes to classical Shakespeare to “Daffodils” and till date, how we love rhymes!

AA, ABAB, AABB, ABCB, or a more complex one, rhyme is something that makes us sing the whole thing and makes it pass smooth like butter.

If you don’t write in rhyme, no problem…but rhyme is certainly amazing…!

 

 

Metres/Scales

 

Metre and Scales. Well, if one doesn’t follow rhyme, following a scale is quite an advantage. If you follow both, wow!

Personally, I never look much at scales, but sometimes a perfectly composed scale draws my attention like a splendid rose in the bush and then I go gaga over it.

 Metres obviously are one of the important shining elements of poetry(not much easily found), and it is amazing to write in one.

 

 

Puns and other literary criticism

Look, let me be straight forward, without puns, paradoxes, hyperbole, oxymoron, alliteration, irony, etc……it sucks at times.

If you just write, “I have a dog and it is brown in color” it is not a poem.

Everything is not a poem.

No puns or literary criticism is like, ok (but seriously…no criticism??), but you must have something there that says more than your words. At least make them think a bit. A plain straight poem with not much literary criticism has become one of the favorite tastes of today, but again; do make them think a bit. Make them learn a bit.

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A poem without any of the three mentioned above (Rhymes, metres, literary criticism), is not likely to be appreciated much.

Though being a good poet does not depend only on these for sure.

 

 

So, if you are on for being a poet or writing a poem, go straight, but leave some voids for your readers to stop, think, reason, judge and appreciate. Make it adorable, but never compromise with the truth…for truth is what literature should be.

Have any questions? Do not agree to this article? Do comment and fight back!

 

Raavan and Rapists? No way!

The ignorant speeches of politicians, and then, a “sorry, it was a mistake…but I am correct” news, and Khap’s “colorful” judgments are in full form these days.

Reading the newspaper today, I came across this statement about women…

VijayVargiya, a minister in M.P. stated,

 

“Agar aurato ne lakshman rekha langhi, to Raavan same hoga….unhe maryada me rehna chahiye…”

(If women cross their limits, then they will be in danger…things will happen. They should remain in their limits…)

 

After his party found it a threat he “corrected it”

 

“Aurato ko ,maryada me rehna chahiye, agar ve maryada me rahengi, to samaj me vikriti nahi aa saktii…maryada ka ulanghan hone pe sitaharan hoga, aur Ravan saamne kahada milega…”

(Women should be in their limits, if they remain in their limits, then society will not rot…crossing their limits, they will be kidnapped…they will find Ravans  (ie, here, Rapists) infront of them…)

Is this CORRECTION??? o_O

 

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Now, Sita! One of the most unfortunate girl/women in our history of Hinduism…

 

She went with her husband RAMA on Vanvaas (14 years of exile in a forest) and was kidnapped by the demon king “Ravana”(in the absence of her husband Rama and brother in law Laxmana, who made a “rekha” or line across the cottage of theirs, and asked her not to come out) who wanted to marry Sita, but for some sad reasons, wasn’t able to.

So now, then she lived in a garden called “Ashok Vatika” for time being.

Now what comes up? She remained there, and was later rescued by Lord Rama and his Vanar sena(Army of monkeys)  later.

 

So, our minister sir told our women, that they would find a “Ravana” outside her limits.

So Mr. Minister,

 

1.     Sita is an ancient lady. Too old a tale to connect to. And no one would take it as an example except Hindus. So…huh!

 

2.     Now, we don’t have brother-in-laws like Laxman. (even not brothers always)
 
It would be fine to all girls here, if they found a “Ravana” as such. Ravana didn’t EVEN TOUCH Sita WITHOUT HER CONSENT. In short, he did nothing more than kidnapping, and giving her a comfy treatment.
 

4.     Yes, by the way all men are following “Rama’s” principal here. Rama asked Sita to go through an “Agni Pariksha”(Standing on a burning pyre to prove her purity) because she had spent time in Ravana’s house. She had to prove her innocence. (HER????)  He took her home only after that.

(Would he have left her if she didn’t prove???)

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5.     After returning to his empire, he sent exiled a pregnant Sita, because someone said, “Our ruler keeps a WOMAN in his house who has spent months in a “GAIR MARAD’S HOUSE” i.e., “unknown man’s home”. Our books say, he did that as a ruler (his duties were higher than his emotions for family). Sorry, but don’t understand how “punishing an innocent” was his “DUTY FOR COUNTRY”.  
It just shows what the value of a woman is in our patriarchal society. Worse than a dog.

 

(I personally would like to live in the house of Ravana than Rama. Atleast I have some respect there, right?)

So, I don’t understand the concept of this speech by Mr. VijayVargiya.

Truth is, our society is dumb.

When we cant/don’t want to do something, we blame the victims, the innocent ones.

 

“Sir, this girl is bullying me..”
“What a boy are you to get bullied by a girl! Shame! 

Go away…”“Inspector, I was jogging in the park, and someone 
pushed me down and took my wallet…”
“You know him?”
“No sir…I was not looking…he came from behind...”
“Not paying attention to your surroundings and 
complaining…why did you need to jog this early in the
 morning? Huh!”


“Mumma…these boys are always stalking me…”
“Wear more those tight skinny jeans, wear skirts….
what else will happen?...”
“But I was wearing salwaar….”
“Don’t answer me back…why do you go out after 
the dusk…”


Etc.

 

 

What beautiful society we live in, right? Nobody tells his boys not to disrespect girls? Nobody raises them to help women if they are at trouble, alone? Nobody tells them, they are a part of society, equal?

Nobody tells them women are living beings, not materials?

Nobody, not even mothers normally.

 

 

Any Hindus here offended? Sorry…but its my point of view, and many others… you are welcomed to share yours.

 

But hey! Comparing Rapists, molesters to Ravana? No way….

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Unknown, unseen, unsolved

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Unknown remains my identity

Unseen remains my passion

Unspoken remains my words

Unsolved remains my equation…

 

Always “made” my heart leap

When a new “doll” you got

Never did I cease to learn

When a new irrelevant lesson you taught…

 

Still involuntary, you knotted me

Into your beastly wrongs and rights

Still you enforced trapping me

Into your unearthly world of frights…

 

I still never looked right

Into your eyes, as you told

I was irrelevant when young

I remained the same when I got old…

 

Never did my eyes learned glow

When it saw the rain

Never did my words unrestricted flow

When it did severely pain…

 

I never asked a question. Never

Spoke against your will

Never lived “my” life here

Nonetheless cherished your still…

 

I never knew what it was that pained

I never got what you did gain

Out of these enormous extraneous feats

But I was wrong for all wrongs, I admit…

 

I never knew, I never needed to

I was eternally told

Rules are rules, “feminine” and strong

Prolonged and old…

 

I kept my head down

My voice discreet

My face someone’s personnel

My dreams, not for me…

 

 

Unknown remained my identity

Unseen remained my passion

Unspoken remained my words

Unsolved remained my equation…

 

And all it happened for the reason that

(As I was recapped, night and day)

I got infected via “feminity” before birth

In which sadly, I had no say…

 

[Note : Feminity is a virus that tells you “you are disgusting, rubbish, inauspicious etc.”]

 

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Thanks for being a part of my paradox! 

Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wierd human rights

 

Killed 247

Still alive,

Laughed at innocent deaths,

Lives in thrive.

 

Was driven to court,

When was caught,

Proven guilty

In one shot.

 

Still sent to another

Court for plea

Millions for safety

Spend on thee!

 

Proven guilty,

Plead Anyway,

Still more years

In a heavenly jail!

 

And again the mighty

 Story runs

The cruel killer,

Sees the sun.

 

Escapes and

Never returns

If not, he

Still lives with puns!

 

After a couple

Of years then,

Sentenced to death

Are such men

 

If ever.

But then they plea

A longer tale

Of survival. See.

 

Then the godly

Humans we,

Open our hearts

And let them “free”.

 

If not,

They are sent to be slay

But the “humanity”

Of our society is blamed!

 

How can we be

So hard at heart?

Kill a mighty

Creature Of god!!!

 

The one who did kill

 only “247”

How can we do such?

Being women and men!

 

The human rights

And all the great,

Men and women

Their positions take!

 

“Humanity slayed!
Humanity slayed!!!”

Cry the voices

At once, awake!

 

Yes, they are right

It’s a human amidst,

Hundreds of innocent

Humans who killed.

 

Oh, it was a

Big mistake

They will not repeat

Their “souls” are blazed.

 

Yes they did

Kill hundreds of men,

But they did not

Know it then!!!

 

The gun fired

Itself and out.

They did not hear

The painful shouts.

 

They were so innocent

That they didn’t

Know that they were

Being a villain.

 

They did not see

The crimson red blood flow

Out of the wounds

They themselves blow.

 

They did not see

The grief stricken mother

Crying for her child each second

Growing shudder.

 

They did not see

The breathless brother

Carrying in his arms

His dead sister.

 

Who carried her,

As if she

Would get up, hug him,

And start to speak.

 

Nor did they see,

The infant or the kid

Crumble in pain

In their mum’s hid…

 

The bride who had just,

Wed some days in bloom

Sitting like a statue

Near his headless groom.

 

The flowing lava

Of blood or pain

The big big eyes

Fear-grief stricken.

 

No he didn’t.

Trust him friends!

He did not mean

To harm them then.

 

And he is

sorry now

And so god,

Must be proud!

 

Forgiveness

Is in our blood

He has his

“Human” rights as such.

 

Yes he has.

For he is still a human

After brutally

Slaughtering for fun!

 

No, trust me!

He isn’t a devil

We must give him

A chance, we will.

 

As he did

To them he killed,

He didn’t?

Oh! Leave it still.

 

He does have

A tender heart.

A family, a friend

A wife not far.

 

How will his

Big family live?

We must forgive

For sorry he is.

 

For those he killed

Had no family as such,

No one needed them, trust me,

Don’t be harsh much!

 

He will not repeat,

He has already told.

Now stop your questions

He is getting bored.

 

Human rights! Human rights!

Human rights!

A thing for which he can

Always fight.

 

For those he killed,

Had nothing as such

They weren’t humans,

Don’t care so much!

 

And so,

By mighty humanity

Our “innocent” killer

Is left free!

 

Given an amount

To restart his life,

So he can

Live with his beautiful wife.

 

Those he killed?

Oh! Already dead!

Their near ones

Have no left tear to shed.

 

But what?

Its all about human rights.

Anyone can

Take some free advice.

 

If you are killed,

You are no longer human, man.

You killed them?

You are alive? Yes? So you can!

 

Plead a bit for your

Beloved life

Live happily with your

Bloody knife.

 

Human rights!

Human rights!
The devil has also

Some human rights.

 

A bloody devil who

Cut hundreds before his eyes

A heartless demon who

Enjoyed the pain of the dying sight!

 

Human rights!

Human rights!

Wow! The weird abnormal

Human rights!

 

©2012

 

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These are my own personnel views. I hereby state, its not against anyone or anything as such.

I respect human rights of people, but don’t get how devils who heartlessly slaughter hundreds of innocent lives have got them!

Terrorists and anti-social agents destroy the peace of the society and the world, leave millions of children homeless and parent-less, and if ever caught (if ever), are forgiven because of some “weirdo” human rights? Wow!

 

A person who does not even has the minimum “capabilities” and “qualifications” for being called a human!

Yes, you heard right, “qualification”.

I m not talking of educational qualifications, but there must be some “code” to be called a human.

 

What do you think? Are such devils humans?

 

Thanks!