There are nights which make her cringe,
The woman in her detests every ounce of pain.
She feels the pain rise up her belly hitting each nerve,
The stiffled sobs and a surging disgust.
All in the name of a woman is what they say.
She bleeds through time in regular odd days
It comes unannounced kicking it's way.
And days of hushed tones with taboo attached.
Her touch defile, her shadow impure,
She gets caged in her own little den.
Look out they say, you need to accept it.
You can't whine nor put up a show
Shame, honour , chastity : Remember the catch words
Their speech rings hollow
She can feel each bit of her body in pain
She hears nothing, she cares for nothing
She bleeds but that's not a choice
And she decides to rise
She lays shame thread bare as "whisper" no longer comes home cloaked in newspapers!
"I want to see a setting sun", I told him as we sat in the shack looking at the bright sun gleaming over the waves. "Sure, let's not move anywhere", he readily jumped over the idea. We talked about everything that we had anticipated all along, this trip, our future together, family back home as we nonchalantly waited for the sun to set. It was only when the waiter brought a lamp to our side when I noticed that we had missed the whole idea of viewing the sunset! "Phew! I don't see the sun", I yelled out alarmed "laa", I heard him say. " Well, isn't it good that we can again come back tomorrow and sit in the same spot waiting for the sun to set", he remarked. Well, this is what I like about him. His ability to look at the positive side of life. Well, if not a sunset, we saw a pale moon's silvery gleam over those tall waves. We laughed and talked over endless cups of tea and food. While it was time to leave the shore, we di...
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