Delhi – The Rape Capital

It’s 07:45 am. It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in the capital town of India, New Delhi. New Delhi is the capital of India. India is a great country. Though it is a ‘bit’ overpopulated, where ‘bit’ is being used as an understatement inducing agent.  India is also a very just nation.

Because Delhi is world’s worst places and natives of this place are really evil, Indians decided not to outcast Delhi but reward it with the title – Capital. Being a capital city is a great responsibility. You need to make sure you are overpopulated and scarce of resources. This in turn would hike prices and people would work hard and earn less. The city would get costly and to an outsider would glitter ‘RICH’.

A Rich place is a good place. Lights should always stay on. You should never sleep. Delhi never sleeps. It works 24/7. In between naps it robs, kills, scams, whores and rapes too. Delhi likes raping. India enjoys rape. India makes rape a frequent activity. Indians believe every women has a secret desire to get raped. The world also shares a similar belief.

India rapes in Delhi, Noida, Gurgaon, Surat, U.P and before you tell me to stop stating that you know this and you choose to ignore because things like these are depressing. I would like to state the real fact. Yes every women has a desire to get raped. And that is not at all a secret. And as shocking as it would hit you, every man also has a desire to get raped. The entire human consciousness has a desire to get raped, wherein rape stands for losing control over self and let the universe run it’s own course. Rape means not to try and control anything because it’s a futile attempt. Rape doesn’t always mean a sexual crime, you depraved society! That would be it for today. Have a nice day.

Blame Game

I hear you, O flourishing one!

I hear you loud & clear

Whenever I switch on the idiot box

you’re usually the first to appear

You’ve found your place under the sun

you’ve made your voice heard

what you say seems to matter to many

you’re now one out of the herd

You make no suggestions to the rest of us

they’re commandments of the biblical kind

waste no resources, you tell us

don’t put the Earth through the grind

You admonish me, as you look me in the eye

through the mirror that shows me your face

You do not approve of the house I just built

you tell me I take up way too much space

You measure each drop of water I use

You tell me I need too much

you’re thinking of punishing me for my abuse

I have no defense, as such

The bulb I light at night, you say

is causing the planet to lose it’s vigor

you make it sound as though I am the problem

For the Earth’s destruction, I am the trigger

I have no defense, like I earlier said

but here are a few facts I’d like to share

I’m not as influential as you

but my thoughts are open for all those who care

My small dwelling may take up some space

but your splurging mansion can house a hundred a day

My need for water may cost some liters

but your swimming pools gulp gallons away

My light bulbs may light up

two rooms in my home

but the energy you consume in a year

can light up the streets of ancient Rome

 

I may not be teaching a million kids

but like you, I’m not selling knowledge with a price tag either

I may not be sending a child to school

but I don’t bomb schools down & I fund it neither

 

So I sit in awe & utter amazement

when I see your virtual form appear

and ask me to pledge to sustainability

while rich folks like you cause the real wear & tear

Tell me O Self-proclaimed master

Did I dump all that waste in the ocean ?

Was I the one who cut all those trees?

and cause most of this thing we call pollution ?

Now you shall say, you do it for me

I simply need too much to live

Who created that need in me I ask?

Was it not your greed that did the task?

 

There’s , in fact, a long list of things I didn’t create

Nukes come to mind, so does war & poverty

unless you’re only counting damage to the Earth

& not including crimes against humanity

 

Of Course you won’t admit

to the claim I just made

that’s fine by me, let’s not blame each other

let’s just put an end to this charade

 

Let’s take ownership

of what both of us give & take

& stop this phony blame game

we’re both responsible, of that,  let’s make no mistake

She Lives On…I’m Dead & Gone

I thought I was something
Because I was fierce
I thought I was everything
Because I had passion
I thought I am a man
I can move mountains
I thought being a man
I can drill to the center
I threw plastic & waste all around
I became the ‘litter’ king
I broke twigs & branches
I trampled trees & flowers
I thought I was fearless
In a less of a place
I thought I had a place
Whose loss I feared the most
One fine day
The mirror cracked
I was hanging by a few leaves
I had promised, I would never beg
I am a man
What worse can you orchestrate
But when the thunderous sky blasted
 I fell down
I begged

I wept

I cried and prayed

I took my last breath
And I realized a truth
There IS someone I love
There IS someone I want to hug
\ just one last time…

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