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भाने लगे हैं ये बंधन मुझे
अपनी ज़ुल्फ़ों से रिहाई न दो

प्यास ही देती है तृप्ति मुझे
छीन लो प्याला, सुराही न दो

सच मान चुका हूँ बहाने तेरे
छोड़ दो अब कोई सफ़ाई न दो

ठुकरा चुकी हो खुद जिसे तुम
अब उस रिश्ते की दुहाई न दो

न आगे बढ़ा यह फ़साना अमित
कलम तोड़ दो, रोशनाई न दो

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 140

Incensed at incest
from 5 to 10

Perturbed by a pounding
at nine for refusing a kiss

Ballastic over being “bitch!’ed”
at random rambunctiousness
to shut up and shut down

Pissed off at being punched
for disagreeing — the night before
his mother came to visit

Displeased at being drenched
with water for trying to leave
with my infant son

Testy at being threatened to
have my children abducted
and never seen again

:::Expletive::: at being exploited

Stinging over being stalked

Cranky over being kicked

Galled over being gaslit

Livid over being lied to

Bemused at being blamed
for not leaving
for not being smarter
for being gullible
for being sensitive
for being tolerant
for not knowing better
for being a victim

Independent individuals
Violating of their own volition –

But packed under paternalism’s
protective umbrella

Teach your children

Stop the madness
of the campaign
of gender violence.

Learn to…

silhouettes of truth

accruing value with voices

kindling freedoms

blood soars, sears the same red

for every human’s rights

*Mindfills for

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto – soar

Reena’s exploration challenge – juneteenth .. emancipation

Colleen’s weekly challenge

Image by Huda Nur from pixabay

From lore to legend
Through fables and myths construed
I’ve endured it all
Is it true I’m dark as sin
Noir and deep as emotion

So much has been said about who I am. So little of who I truly am remains.

In the middle ages, it was said that I was a witch, shifted to prowl the night and curse my enemies.
I laugh at this and yet I cannot recall, for I have seen through the Gifted’s eye.
My sight plunges into the depths of souls, and my instinct speaks as loud as the enemy’s howl upon a full moon night.
How is it that I can always tell what’s benign and what is sinister?
Who am I really?

Once in far-east Japan I was honoured and treasured, thought to help single ladies find worthy suitors.
I smile at…

the hawk’s wing repaired
it rejoins its mate in flight
i’ll be better soon

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge