~ i am smiling ~

I wasn’t writing anything, to sit discussing on the yesterday’s butchery, not that I did not wish to, but because no word can ever express the magnitude, the graveness of the matter. On the morning news, I saw those parents wailing, weeping, pleading, cursing, parents they were. I tried to visualize the fear and pain those little hearts must have braved before tasting death. I cried, ‘just’ silently cried.

I still wouldn’t express grief, condemn, or wish for any change in the coming days, for it seems a distant dream now. I just want and wish them to burn in hell for every innocent drop of blood they have shed. Let they be damned for ever and ever. Aameen.

~ i am smiling ~

for i have been earnestly told,

that i am safe in my warm, cosy home …

i am smiling,

for i have not been teased, dragged in dark,

gnawed at my flesh, molested, or raped,

my entrails, not yet fisted by some cannibal,

my feminity smiles, spared from being mutilated,

rod-stirred, object-stuffed, or wickedly gagged …

i am smiling,

for my child is so safely tucked,

with lovely, fancy bed time stories, in his bed

and no bullet or explosive, anywhere, is intended,

to buck my willfully sense-secured white hedge …

i am smiling,

for i have a movie to go to this weekend,

with my man without a feigning beard,

who is innocent of any wrong prosecutions,

a muslim, with a guiltless soul and chart …

i am smiling,

for i have condemned all the ‘aforesaid’ acts,

through li’l poems, one-liners, silence and spats,

and culled a tad attention towards my big heart,

making one responsible living thing of me, haven’t i?

i am smiling,

for humanity is just not at stake, or at test of time,

but already in dearth, in a dark pit, a cul-de-sac

with its both hands resting in its lap, and a smile,

limping thin legs, pitched in one slaughter-house,

that bears a neon billboard—‘barbarian to the core’ …

i am smiling,

for carnage, massacre, bloodbath, manslaughter,

not exposed to the enactment of any of these words,

i am so safe, so contended for not being one of ‘those’

though i condemn and express my grief, much duly …

i am smiling,

and will smile, for i was gifted as such by my God,

when i was born, i henceforth resolved to only smile,

till ………………………………………………

well … i was never sure … are you smiling anymore?

PS – ‘i’ stands for how diminutive we get, we feel, at the advent of such mishaps.