Vocal Silence

How do you define anger in colours, For my anger is blind? My anger is a prison for my tears, So it is a cocoon of insensitivity That chooses to undermine my fears, My hurt. My anger is blind. It was pruned to be so With incessant jabs to my inner self. I was picked on, bullied And crying was a sure way to invite more fingers to myself. So I learnt to lock my lips such that not a sigh escapes. I fixed my eyes on a wall ahead, Unblinkingly, so that the dozen tears swimming in my eyes did not catch light. And even then I failed. I was called a wimp, A cry baby, A pussy. And all these became words I began to loathe. So I switched to anger, Angry exhibition of my inner self! I screamed so that no one picks up the tremor in my voice. I screamed and shouted, And my wide eyes became an expression of fury and disrespect. At least I was no longer a wimp, A cry baby, A pussy. Till this day I cannot decide, whether being disrespectful, rude and temperate are any better words. My anger is blind. I...

I am so sad to see the state of parents nowadays. The disrespect that they face from their children is so heart crushing but it's more tormenting to see other parents laugh at this mistreatment, unbeknownst, that somewhere in the unconscious of the child's mind they are encouraging this very disrespectful behavior towards themselves in their old age. It's pathetic how these parents laugh on the tragedy of fellow parents rather than mourning the plight all the parents are facing in near future and working towards averting it.

Joy! Rapture! The deep feeling in your stomach that makes you restless yet you do not want to be bereft of it. I don't know whether it's just to call this feeling fireworks for I don't know if I would enjoy the feeling of miniature rockets going off in my stomach but I sure enjoy this feeling. I latch onto it with the tenacity of a child for whom his parents are entirely capable of fulfilling his every demand and thus he staunchly demands his wishes until they attain fulfillment. People say "this" is a blessing and "that" is a blessing, Absolute wealth is a blessing or an uncompromised health is a blessing. Commanding respect is the absolute pinnacle of blessing, or garnering love is it. What one always fails to point out is that being able to "feel joy" is a blessing and there can be no arguments about it. I have seen people with immeasurable wealth look with yearning at succulent desserts that their money could afford yet their body could n...

Today I went to a place where just a month ago there was a death or it will be fit to say martyrdom. People greeted us like they always do, with a smile. There was laughter when after a long dua, the daughter of the deceased added that may all the students get good results. There was cordial banter and yet there was a lingering silence. A powerful one . Maybe the voices around me were hushed though I know they weren't, but that's the only reason that can make sense of that heavy stillness that laid around me. For long I waited for him to appear, with that contented smile that always graced his face. I was left waiting. The only relieve from it was when his son walked in; his eldest son. For a moment it felt like it was him . He looked exactly like his father. The way he sat, the way he dressed and the way his eyes seemed to look far beyond what was present and clear. He was just a little more youthful, not ridden with the many diseases that had housed t...