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In our country ruled by gods, varied, 
news is like fire
that only needs ignition. 
Every other anti-social tales,
whether it be 
corruption chains, 
food insecurities
selling the female body, 
child abuse
waste management, 
or what ever,
similar images and news filter in
over the democracy 
like a river overflowing 
banks of human wisdom.

And now, the current rape.
Media: print, visual and social
are oozing out red.
Stained butterfly marks
carry outlines of age old sin
on print and posters.
Gathering images of a mapless country
conjured upon a dissection table,
squashing young or old 
from Gandhi to Irom
or from Kashmir to Kanyakumari

My doubts are not about the news
but about myself
reading the stories one after the other
sitting in my drawing room 
and drinking hot coffee.
Why do I read them?
and expect more to come by ?
What details do I search in it?
The act of rape or the feel of flesh
as its stripped off its skin?
Is it my agitation marked as silence
that takes me back to another page?
or is it a brutal carnal voyeuristic pleasure 
of the human race, inscribed in every single cell
that drives me to the stories 
of blood stains on streets?

As I settle for my afternoon nap
one more doubt lingers on.
How long will the media remain crimson?
How long will our posts, poems, articles
and call for justice remain distinct?
Of-course,
till another news 
of a different genre walks by
be  it political victories, 
terrorist attacks,
petrol price hikes 
gold and Indian weddings
out dated dam
or a bank robbery. 

Now, Should I sit up on my bed and feel guilty?
or continue with my nap?

or participate in a protest meeting 
later in the evening?

Comments

Nithin Thalib said…
hmmm... ignite the spark... n let it be fired.......

thanx... for bridging me to 'ക്ലിയോപാട്രയുടെ രാത്രികൾ'

വേഡ് വെരിഫിക്കേഷൻ ഒഴിവാക്കിയാൽ കമന്റ് ചെയ്യുന്നവർക്ക് സൗകര്യമാവും എന്നു തോന്നുന്നു...
ആശയപ്രകാശനത്തിനു സർവ്വ സ്വാതന്ത്രമുള്ള ബ്ലോഗ്ഗിൽ കമന്റ് മോഡറേറ്റ് ചെയ്യുന്നത് മര്യാദയാണോ ടീച്ചറേ....
pygmalion said…
Written as true as it can be
Liked the way you pinned me as well

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