You can taste me with your tongue
Circle around my curves until I melt
I’ll fill the gaps between your teeth for a moment
until you pull me down to your neck
I’ll leave you with cold sweetness
on the tip of your tongue
that agitates you with thirst
until you want me more, again
I’ll drip down from the corners of your lips
leave a trail that binds you and me
be safe in the ridge over your lip
until you lick every last bit of me
In the end
I’ll let you,
without any flak
Kashmir has been in the headlines for a long period of time and yet the dispute remains unsolved. So many lives are lost at an alarming rate. Reaching to the roots of the dispute between the army and the civilians. There have been so many human rights abuses in Jammu and Kashmir. The abuses range from mass killings, forced disappearances, torture, rape and sexual abuse to political repression and suppression of freedom of speech.
Why does the army have such rights:
1) Fire blindly upon people (never mind there can be innocents and children included), even if this 14yr old girl and the 12yr old boy was standing on the road, why were they shot? It is obvious that a 14yr and a 12yr old is not a criminal.
2) Arrest people without a warrant which has led to numerous fake encounters causing so many deaths of innocents.
3) Army men have searched houses during which they rapes women, tortured so many innocents and killed so many innocents. For example: Kunan Poshwara Incident
4)There can be no prosecution, suit or any other legal proceeding against them which makes them free to roam around even though they’re criminals.
Now I’m not saying the whole Indian army is the same, full of people who do wrong. There are great people in the army. I do respect the army men who keep me safe, how do I respect the army who scares me?
40 people have been killed and where do we exactly find the proof that all of them were militants? Yes, they pelted stones on the army. But there have been numerous protests around India and nobody has been shot. Maybe they had an innocent child who’d died earlier and the person was protesting for him, maybe they had a daughter/sister raped and they were protesting for her. In a democratic country such protests can be accepted.
1) The protest in Delhi for the rape of the 23 year old.
2) The protest by Jaats when they were not given reserved seats.
3) The Indian anti-corruption movement.
If you actually consider Kashmir a state of India within all situations, why can’t a protest be handled as it is handled in other states. They’re using stones, stones can be revanged by stones (in extreme situations), why do you have to use guns?
What about the poor people who depend upon their everyday earnings to buy food. Won’t they starve to death if a curfew lasts for longer period?
WHEN WILL THE INNOCENTS STOP SUFFERING?
Eyes haggard, lashes falling out
Sitting by the window
Still svelte bones, all inutile
Fingers painted in red
Delicate but drained of all wine
Mom would scamper when she’d walk
Now she awaits the moment
Words still spill out like ancient songs
But like mom knew footprints didn’t last
Memory always lasts, breath does not
From sleeping beds to walking chairs
There must be a reason of her iced life
Maybe just to uphold poignant life
Darkening her own moon
She sits by the window awaiting her son
It was there creeping along the bloodshot curtains
Faint- seeping in the void black
Near the edge, it was worth turning
It was warm but didn’t burn
I’d run but it waited
It stilted in light through moonless nights
Slowly and swiftly it ensued
Imbued in hubris, inoculated
Away from all the fiendish
Into its warmth of solicitude
It escalated felicity to nobs
Whirled mire in swabs
Elicited probity and pluch
Sifted in esse, within it brought milieage
It outshone bliss and exstare
It will bide
Today and forever
Huge black eyes, that follow her step
Claiming her feet with silver claws
They scratch the flesh leaving scars
The blood drips over the brown wet mud
Grabbing her knees they hold her back
Huge black eyes, that utter darkness
They breathe to suffocate her chest
Leaping through her way she reaches the feast
The silver claws come haunting to pull out her roots
Huge black eyes, surround her soul
The dark blood leaves roses on dry mud
Yet to see the thrones she crawls her way
The dew in her arouses to leave
The vigorous laugh shudders her soul
She moves with slow, yet graceful steps
Reaching her sky she prays to death
Huge black, eyes knit her lips