A humming word

 Note: These are my attempts at Haiku 

 

It surprises me to see the rise in moral police officers after a recent case of a famous bollywood’s son. Keeping the case aside and also the details of it, I am surprised at the forwards memes that target the actor and his parenting. A snip of an interview was doing the rounds as well. While we know the reality and how these cases work, isn’t it surprising to see the Wake of the Online Junta on talking about parenting! The moral policing continues to question the region, religion, morals and ethics of the said actor. But who are we to comment? What does anyone owe us? On one side, while we know dozens of such cases that happen around us, on the other side, people have turned to moral policing for all the wrong reasons. Should we not question about the root of such cases? Should we not question about the misfortune of the times that we live in that made the said news a national news? There are important issues to focus on such as illiteracy, lack of empathy and the lack of acceptan...

 /Written for my friend, KV/  Seldom do we meet Who cheerfully greet Adversity and defeat   And with pride And honour, beside Quickly decide   Life is a rhythm A song, a hymn If you think, a whim   But roll your lips And sway your hips And taste bliss      

 Who do we pray to? What do we pray for?  the fragrance of festivities enticed my senses  and the clandestine purpose of godliness entered my impressionable mind  through sweetmeats and laughter but  when the regressive lens of my gender was unveiled the goodness and the holiness negated each other  discriminating a maid, molested by life  and the quiet friend who vowed never to pray  only because it reminded her of the bleakness of light  when misfortune befell  slowly the unfairness of life  weaved its own tapestry  and the unsweetened form of life revealed itself  Prayers and celebration Draped a solemn form  kindness became a prayer and loving despite everything became a celebration

 /for a dear friend, colleague and a sister/ Dear Sister,  Even the mundane is not easy for many.  Let education and patience be your tool and weapon than merely a degree and virtue A voice shrieks the loudest  when silence cloths the action Let the response for every bruise be  progress - of self, of community  Your indifference to the wrong doers  is more powerful than hatred

Dear sister, I cannot even tell you, I understand. Do I ? Do i not? Sitting in my chair, looking outside and breathing, our complaints seem miniscule now. the other day a few of us were discussing how we, as women, have a voice now and the independence day that has gone past, we spoke about women freedom fighters and some men spoke about how they support women's liberation. all those words seem like apparitions now. we are all pained but what can we do, sister?