What could she have done,
they were too many,
she could not fight them,
they bullied her..

she resisted, she struggled..
she continued doing so for hours..
some heard her,
nobody came forward...

later, they left her...
(literally to the dogs)
she woke up to hate herself,
the same body she adored,
felt like hers no more..
she was suffocated to live in that closed shell..
she wanted to escape,
but she couldnt cuz reality cant be run away from...

she began to hate the world..
the poeople living in it..
whom to trust,
all of them the same,
for want of flesh and blood..

(after watchin 15, park avenue, movie by aparna sen)

Kuch batein bataye bin, nahi chupti,

kuch shabd kahe bin, nahi rukte,

kuch aakhen jhukayeen bin, nahi utthti,

kuch pal chahe kitne, nahi thamte..

Sometimes i cry out in pain,
sometimes i cry in love,
somtimes its happpines,
sometimes its all above...

sometimes i laugh on a joke,
at times, i'm the subjsct of laughter..

soemetimes, there's a reason to everything
but at times, there is nothing at all..