An Empty Gift Box!

   “Gift Boxes are more special than the GIFT. Have you ever noticed the ‘Gift Box of your gift?”

 Here I formed a new ‘GIFT BOX’.                                        For I can’t just wrap-up your gift.                         The ‘outerlook’  you’ll get as the first appearance             ..Thus, I try to spray all my creativity & love to bring up a lil’ twist!!

You should feel the ‘waao expression’..                        so the gift box should be ‘special creation’.                  Its my so..personal task, that I don’t allow anybody’s suggestion.                                                            I make it up, with my full devotion!

Here I am, Smiling BRIGHT                                               ..excited QUITE .                                                          But the DILEMMA is about to arrive.                         Not bad was the last year gift box, I formed             ..except that I could never fill it up with gifts!

What creation can I fit inside, as your gift?          What should I purchase?”, Gives my mind, a hard twist!                                                                                   Nothing I see like matching your gear..                                       or making my eyes blear.

Oh dear! I could never find that as PERFECT GIFT as YOU.                                                                                    What to leave? “Everything” I wish to give you.                                                                                         But I don’t know, what those “Everything” should be..?

I think, again this year will repeat  the last year’s issue..

I’ll fill the GIFT BOX, with part of MYSELF.

But, the box will seem EMPTY to you!

I’ve BEEN SEVERELY RAPED !

Born with an ‘UNWANTED BIRTH RIGHT’, to pamper society’s ugly face.

My CHIDHOOD, ADOLESCENCE, ADULTHOOD, all nourished under somewhat dirty gaze.

I remember the neighbour who seemed like a curse..                                                                           Always wanted and persued to make me touch something ‘worse’.

The roadside bikers, I could never know..              today they seems QUITE, then they BLOW!

I had to remain ‘Shut-Up’..had no proof with me.        DEEDS LESS THAN “RAPE” ARE NOT GIVEN ATTENTION.                                                                      I am by birth ‘ a remedy for man’s frustration!’

 

When I travelled, I confronted an auto-driver..           who made me very discomfort able with his expression.

Also I met severel people, a little generous..            Always there to stare my dress-up and offering suggestion!

I had to remain ‘Shut-Up’..had no proof with me.       DEEDS LESS THAN “RAPE” ARE GIVEN RETENTION.                                                                 I am by birth, ” a relieving part for men’s tension!”

 

What “Maternal”, what “Paternal”.. doesn’t mattered..                                                                        As I grew up, I saw, by anyone I can get slaughtered!

I wondered in shock to have a teacher                         talking SULTRY..oh what a dirty creature!

I had to remain “Shut-Up”..had no proof with me.       DEEDS LESS THAN “RAPE” ARE GIVEN NO VALUES..BUT EXTENSION.                                           I am by birth, ” a platform for men to show Wildness & Expressions!”

 

My END might seem as ‘An Incidence’ to you..                But, it’s a full processed story                                              I am peeled, then squashed, broken and murdered thoroughly.

The world serve me as ‘a medicine for madness’ &..                                                                                                form ‘ a stock to stare’.                                           ‘A compulsive share-holder of enjoyment’ .              And..                                                                                        ‘ a toy to be played..’

Now NOT ABOUT THE AT-ONCE RAPE I FEAR..                       because I’ve BEEN SEVERELY RAPED!                           

 

 

 

An Unnoticed Love Story

“Knowing, Understanding, Tolerance and Acceptance leads to LOVE.”

But love is not just about these.. 

A young plantlet peeped out from the soil .                 So soft was this reed, frightened a little                     was trying to remain straight, to avoid being coiled!

Her eyes below the leaves, were somehow pampering the ‘bright ⛅ sun light’.                          Very quite, trumbling slight, in heavy sounds, she heard a whistle..                                                              Next moment, the whistle came closure and crossed her leaves.                                                            It was for the FIRST time, she had touched the  BREEZE.

 

Forgetting the hard fight, smiling brighter than sun light,                                                                              was feeling the breeze, no more worried about standing ‘freeze’.

Breeze too, was feeling the excitement of plantlet.        He remained whole night, serving his new mate’!

To each other now they perfectly KNEW..                      about them, nature was getting some clue.

 

The plant has now knocked her maturity .                   Yellow-green, sophisticated still..she was beauty of the city.

She was now aware of nature’s rule;                        managed her living..                                                     she did not worry, why her breeze is sometimes warm, other times cool! 

But, breeze gets covered with some unwanted fear                                                                                     ..which dissolves when he comes in contact with his dear.

Both were UNDERSTANDING each-other’s  💓 heart..                                                                                      Now, to live apart was too…hard.

 

City’s beauty is now  tall-adult-tree.                         With ‘bird’s chirp’ & ‘blooming flowers’, she was never free.                                                                  Breeze tolerated the chirp, as he knew                            his tree loves, only his whistle..

Unwantedly the breeze blowed so harder.                But,                                                              TOLERATING it happily, the tree swinged..and never bothered.

Breeze again was covered with some unwanted fear..                                                                                                    to which tree was also aware..                              But she never wanted to give worry to her dear.

 

The tree is standing lonely from few-many days..     breeze haven’t made here, a single gaze! 

The next morning, tree saw her breeze coming as a strong storm.                                                                 Her ‘waiting eyes’, shined bright.                                      She heard the WHISTLE, which was today, quite wild.

Shrieking off her bird’s nest..she opened her arms wide..                                                          complaining, ” why you came this late?”                            She ACCEPTED in her arms, her soulmate.

Breeze’s fear came true..                                                           his tree fell down..and died!

 

Nature has got freezed,                                            for it had seen, how they KNEW each-other, UNDERSTOOD, TOLERATED, ACCEPTED and LOVED..                                                                               and that love has been sheared.

As Heavy Rain, nature is shedding off its Tears..!

Love is UNTRUE without ‘ SACRIFICE’.

 

 

An Indian Daughter

Who that is, who has born?

Oh ‘Goddess Laxmi’ has arrived in and as a little baby
Her fortune tells,
She’ll spread luck, honour and will remove shabby.
We’ll make our girl BOLD & STRONG
With this,
Her room’s prepared PINK and toys included DOLLS that drolls.
We’ll make her interactive, so admitted in ‘Co-ed.’
But precious,
You need not to talk to lad..as they are cruel.
Since you seems so bright, child you should learn ‘Medical Science’
And that you’ve turned adolescent,
You should know, you have to maintain ‘CERTAIN DISTANCE’..
Wisdom, Name, Fame, I pray your door they knock
But,
Cooking and Household should be your prime job.
You are princess, live as YOU Wish.
Remember,
You should wear only that, which is’nt noticed.
You are your monitor, you’re FREE in land
ABIDING by limitations of ‘Bangle-Monestry’ on your hand.
Be so great..and show the world!
But, only your marriadle character will decide our honour.
Oh girl! You are goddess to pray
You must listen abuse, words & fear from flay..!
Yeah mother, I got your words, the things you taught, came up late
But, I have understood what i’ve been made..
Not the GODDESS, nor to make me a WOMAN in GREAT anyone bothered,
They have again made..ONE MORE OF YOUR KIND..MOTHER !

The Miserable INDIAN DEMOCRACY

Powerful People use me for their ‘dignity’.                                                           To the Commoners, I am ‘worst oddity’.

I declare ‘all’, to be at ONE stage                but I look at them, lying on different leveled staircase.

I thought, I can handle ‘Unity in Diversity’                                                     ..but what I see is, increasing diversities on new basis- ‘money, sex, and cities’!

I offer several rights, free to practice !      And then I offer several laws, that somehow threatens to practice.

I’ve punishments for bad guys who does bad courage.                                                   Ah! I am so impartial..that I also offer ways to them to easily escape.

I call ‘People’, THE MASTER & ‘ Government’, A SLAVE in crew..                but I till now doubt..to what extent is it true?

I exist in this country, where freedom lies..                                                                  to only those who have hand-full-of PIES.

‘Majesties’ who formed me, are now just on History Page!                                            I am treated at different level of perceptions by ‘mighty slaves’.

Today I am seeing, I don’t have any ideology

Though my existence makes you feel proud                                                           but you’ve made me for yourself, a Gout!

When you’ll realise, you will get no mercy .                                                              It would be too..LATE,

Hereby speaking- ‘The Miserable INDIAN DEMOCRACY’.

 

Independent? A letter to Late M.K. Gandhi

Respected Mr.Gandhi,

I am sitting in my room now, thinking.. am I INDEPENDENT ? Are WE INDEPENDENT ? Is my COUNTRY ilINDEPENDENT ?

Anyway, how you feeling there in ‘heaven‘ ? So many years of Independency ! I am sure there must not be any boundation.

By the way, today is Oct.,2nd.. your birthday! Birthday of ‘ our FATHER of NATION.’ We celebrate it as- ‘Gandhi Jayanti’.

I have read, you Mr. Gandhi, was a very obstinate man. You fought for India’s independence in your own ways..i.e.- through ‘Satyagraha’, ‘ Non-violence’, ‘ civil disobedience’.  But for which independence, did you fight ? 

 

I see, I can not go out on my own, to meet friends or for a party..or just for a hang out. I am not permitted by my parents. They think, any individual can do anything wrong to me..or else, I myself can commit wrong.

I am therefore, NOT Independent. Parents here, are NOT Independent from WORRIES. Because SOCIETY is NOT yet Independent from CRIME !

 

I see,  wherever we go, to any city in India, we are asked our CASTE.

Parents asks ‘caste’ of our friends. To give house on rent, caste is mandatorily asked. In any exam, we are bonded to mention ‘Category’. Whosoever you are. Whatsoever is your personality.. your IDENTITY will be..YOUR CASTE.

Sir even I know YOUR CASTE ! I wish you could only be remembered as ‘GANDHI’. But..

Vote is asked on the name of caste. Even, you don’t have to live your life with your beloved..but with your ‘caste’.

We are NOT yet INDEPENDENT from ‘CASTE’.

 

I see, there are PEOPLE who sleeps on FOOTPATHS. Their children get a ‘mouth-full meal’..I think, rarely once in a month. Just can’t be predicted.

None deonate even 10% of their income to a single poor family. We still differentiate and don’t come along. Don’t think that ‘UPLIFTING  A  NEEDY, CAN  UPLIFT  US  ALL.’

Our MIND is NOT Independent from SELFISHNESS. And thus, your state is NOT yet Independent from POVERTY. 

 

I see, even a Commoner can KILL an other Civilian, on account of some RELIGIOUS RUBBISH !

Such persons don’t keep any idea about the PRIME ISSUES to consider..they only run behind ‘religion’ and it’s conflicts.

We are NOT yet Independent from RELIGIOUS DISEASE.

 

I see, people wearing ‘LOCKETS of Some GOD’. They even wear ‘RINGS’, made up from precious stones, costing from thousands to lakhs ! For eating Non-Veg., And cutting hairs too, there are SPECIFIED DAYS in a week.

Sir, We are NOT yet Independent from our WORSE BELIEVES.

 

I see, an individual from one Indian state, is killed at another Indian state, because of  ‘state’s -difference’. Oh, a very unusual hate!

We still not INDIANS! We are ‘Tamilians’, ‘Bihari’, ‘ Marathi’, ‘Rajasthani’.

People are NOT yet Independent as ‘One Indian State’.

 

I see, meeting a govt.official, completion of govt.’s task, like- making of  PAN Card, Driving liscence, Voter-Id, Birth or Death certificate etc., Consumes a lot of time.

Even raising your voice, or publishing your book, too require POWER.

Here, POWER is equivalent to ‘ MONEY’ ‘Caste’ and ‘Contacts’.

State is NOT yet Independent from CORRUPTION and CORRUPTS. 

 

Acting against the running govt.is again a crime, as it must was, in your time.

People here don’t realise what were the reasons that someone overruled us. We are continuing our weaknesses with a great pride.

Gandhi, you struggled for INDEPENDENCE of INDIA. You see, it’s sad that today India is again NOT Independent.

And the worry is, this time any one isnt struggling to settle down worse and to gain Independence..from all that we have created.

We are going to the way of ‘GHULAMI’ again, with no ‘Gandhi’ this time !

 

-Antra Mani.

 

..When We’ll be Together Again

Which DATE and which DAY would be then..            How the SUN would accompany..will it ‘Blush Bright’ or hide behind the clouds..to stare us, quite!

I remember it was Sunny Day, when I had met you last..                                                                                 After that day, time didn’t cross too fast.

I know you, but I think, how you would be..               will you be frank? Or else hesitate..? Ah! I would love to see.

I’ll see your SMILE, and the ‘blushy shine’ .                     Static You. ‘Trembling HEART’ inside, I want to feel again this time.

I confront you every moment, in each day .                     But ‘that’ would be Special Day.

Old moments,our mind will rewind                              there won’t be any sorrow behind.

What’ll you wear? What should I ?                   Leave. Tell me, are you now a bearded guy ? 

Old or new look, all I’ll welcome.                                  For you should be ‘the same’ from inside.

Many people, you would have met these while                who are they, whom you felt to concile ? 

Your ‘Silver Watch’, is it still with you ?              What it showing..is our time going fruitful ?

I have ordered a ‘Pink dress’. I know you love to see me in that.                                                                       And you have to honestly judge..have I turned a bit fat ?

There must be some complains.. and a stomach-full to share .                                                                    It would be time taking to depict, what your eyes have stated.

Hope you not too angry, nor too sad u feel..                         I wish in your heart, I lie still! 

 

Me? About me..what to tell you, I can’t decide.

I just know, I want to REBORN AGAIN.                     Breathing now..life is in VAIN.

Oh! There is so much to tell  you..

I wish ‘that Time’ to surely come.. when WE WILL BE TOGETHER..AGAIN !