No girl wants to be India's daughter

No girl wants to be India's daughter today.
Why should she? When for being born here, it is with her life that she repays.
A country where people wait for another rape to happen to raise their voices.
A country where a biriyani emoji plea gets more attention than a girl's scream to have own choices.
Where girls are told to hide from prying eyes because a girl's life is supposed to be "tough".
Where fingers get pointed only at her because she wasn't "covered up" enough.
A place where women raising to power is still looked down upon.
A place where "man of the house" is still the best title a woman can own.
Where eve-teasing and lewd comments are completely normalized.
Where during an event of harassment in public transport and places no one bats an eye.
A so-called home where women have to live in fear even with their houses.
A hypocritic land of gods where young girls are molested in temples, mosques, and churches.
A country, full of diverse culture but yet no respect for women in any of them.
A nation, where movies made on justice for women can earn crores but still, no real justice can be served to them.
Here the big news is made when people fight over beef and political parties.
But a known face involved in a "me too" case gets away easily because somehow we aren't really done with patriarchies.
Sadly it takes rape, molestation, sexual harassment, and gruesome deaths for people to take notice of the saddening situations of women.
There will be riots, candlelight marches, and social media outrage for a while.
Time will pass with promises made of justice and we will again end up caught in a web of lies.
Then another heinous crime will be awaited for this topic to be brought up.
Now is it so hard to see, why no girl wants to be India's daughter?

Perhaps

Perhaps some day, like a free bird on a beach I'll roam....
Perhaps some evening, all the blue tides will come crashing home...
Perhaps there will be a moment, a moment that just feels like bliss..
Perhaps some night, among the stars and sands, I'll find back the part of me that I so dearly miss.

Droplets

Sitting in the balcony I watch the droplets fall swiftly on the ground,
All the world around me falls low below its sound.
There's melody in it I guess if you choose to hear,
Get a little closer and listen, draw your ear near.
Sipping hot coffee beside me you stand and smile,
We just stay there staring at the droplets, frozen at the moment, at least that's how it seems for a while.
With the winds blowing loud I shiver with cold fear,

You be the sunshine as usual and bring the warmth with you as draw near.

The seasons change and we change with it,

Being together throughout them we keep our love alive for we know it's worth it.

We enjoy the rain as always in our comfy balcony hand in hand,

As the raindrops chime of a song of some season in a faraway land.

 (P.C: http://pascalcampion.blogspot.com/2019/04/drips.html)

I often

I often end up pushing people away,
I often hold some too tight that they slip out and don't wanna stay.

I often care too much and they take me for granted,
I often don't care at all and they leave me taunted.

I often think of the night dreams that leaves me with questions surreal,
I often dwell in day dreams that makes me wonder what's real.

I often think of people I love and crave for their company,
I often am with people I know and search for hiding spots if there happens to be any.

I often share my smiles and laughter with others around,
I often end up crying alone with never anyone there to bother to listen to my sound.

I often be selfless and end up being a victim of judgement.
I often be selfish and the same happens again as to my amusement.

I often carry dreams, hopes and wishes in my mind,
I often bear a pain in my heart or atleast one of its kind.

I often think too much and end up feeling confused,
I often don't think at all and still be bemused.

I often feel like writing but what to write I wonder,
I often end up writing yet will anyone read this? the question ponders.

I often do a lot of things that I really wanna do,
I often do nothing at all but end up doing what I never wanted to.

I often am what I'm,
I often am not,
I often love myself for that,
And I often not.