Residue

Suicide

The word says enough

Be it the charming actor

Or the dedicated officer

The painful news 

Choking their loved ones

Who are left behind 

The Residue

Suicide 

The word says enough

Let's talk about their family

Friends, neighbours

Their driver, cook, gaurd

Or the fence of their yard

Who are letting out a silent cry

Who are left behind

The Residue

Suicide Note 

Words which are never enough

They will cry without tears 

Redial the unanswered no

Smell their ties

Touch the empty bed sides

Who are left behind

The Residue

Suicide Note

Words which are never enough

Don't judge the one who left

His/her time was due

Not because she was weak

But because she fought hard

And she was strong enough.... To let it go

Appreciate and love

Both who are left and who are gone

The Residue

Today we'll all say 

We'll reach out

Stay connected 

But how will you find them? 

Who is broken and who is not? 

How will you tell? 

And if you are done with life

Think about your residue

Maybe a call to your loved one

Is long overdue... 

So let it go

Whatever hard feelings you have 

Because times are tough

But so are we? Right? 

Stop looking for those few

Love the farther ones too

Take Care for the ones left 

And for the ones no longer here.... 

Keep fighting!!! 

Philophobia

Few months back I met her
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

Those innocent brown eyes
Were home of the sea of lies
The curve of her lips screamed happy
But somehow my heart felt otherwise
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

Doesn't matter if she is 5 or 35
Burdened with the thought to thrive
She had to smile like all was fine
Amidst the misery rise and shine
The girl who had philophobia 
The fear of love

I asked what was missing
What could have gone wrong
Finally I saw it on her left eye
The perfectly hidden sign of abuse
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

How could this happen
How could the world let this happen
It's not just about her
It's about you, me and everybody else
All those who don't notice
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

Because she is scarred
Because she is scared
Because she knows it can happen again
The same cycle of tears and pain
Over and over again
The girl who had philophobia
The fear of love

So next time you see them
Dare to stop it there and then
Don't just be glad that it's not you
Protecting her is your cue
Make her the girl who beat philophobia
Welcome love with no fear

Mridula
.......

All or None

The odd one out

Confused, nicknamed lout

I am crazy

Extreme and lazy

Yup I am a misfit

The choice is yours

Either all or none

You treat me like doormat

I'll make you fall flat

I am the deadly combination

Of silly and smart

Yup I am a misfit

But the choice is still yours

Either all or none

You want me to fit in

When I am meant to stand out

Calling my uniqueness a sin

Filling my existence with doubt

Yup I am a misfit

But the choice is still yours

Either all Or none

I want to be a choice 

Not a compromise

So I'll do anything but beg

I'd leave with my soul intact instead

Yup I am a misfit

But the choice is still yours

Either all or none

You want to know why is that? 

Because nobody is worth losing yourself

It's because you are you

And you are beautiful

Yup I am a misfit

But the choice is all mine

You can have either all or none

Because misfit or not

My signal transmission is like nerves

You get all or none

Changing myself for you is never an option..... 

Maybe, It’s high time? - Inspitale

Maybe, It’s high time? - Inspitale:   An incident that inspired me! But how could there be an ‘a’ to it? I mean how could there be just one incident inspiring you? For me, there is something, somebody or somewhere that continues to inspire me every …

I am fine, Thank you.

How are you?
I am fine, thank you.

Nope I am broken here
Acting tough is my cover
To hide the anger, rage and tears
The fragile latent layer
Yet how are you?
I am fine, thank you.

You should know better

Than to tell the truth
Showing scars is no trend setter
The bitter is the better
Yet how are you?
I am fine, thank you.

Does it hurt? Yes.
Do we tell? No.
Because that's how I have been taught
Emotions facing the drought
Yet how are you?
I am fine, thank you.

No I am not fine

I am bleeding pain
The silence of tears and cries
The lonely walk in rain
Yet how are you?
I will say I am fine, thank you.
Even when I am not
Because that's how I have been taught.



Mridula.

The Shade of Wrong: Grey

Elizabeth cry once said, "Punishment is not for revenge but to lessen crime and reform the criminal." Provided the crimal gets reformed in the process.

I have grown up hearing the phrase 'tit for tat'. You get what you sow. Isn't that how it is supposed to be? I still remember when I heard about nirbhaya gangrape incident, I was really upset. Like hundreds of others, I expressed my views on the castration laws. People committing crimes should suffer as well. After all the misery they have caused to the victims, they deserve no mercy. 

Some time back, I read that 'It's not a matter of punishment or revenge, but closure. We'd like to put an end to this and learn why it all happened.'
Then comes the lesson I learnt in my next class, 'An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.' With confused thoughts and a puzzled mind, I knew this was absolutely unfair. This was nowhere near justice. How can we settle until and unless the culprits learn a lesson.

Now, years after, I have realized there is nothing as clear as distilled water. Truth is in fact an illusion. We know that a person has committed a crime, but the layers of the person's mind are as visible as moon on a no-moon night. I don't know if he should be punished or not. But I do know that if my mom had punished me for all mistakes I did, I would have been as hard on the world as she was on me.
Just like beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, so does crime. What might be unacceptable for me, might be trivial for other. So, now what do we do? We get to the depth of the person, and not the crime. Punish only when you think that it will do more good than harm. Maximum OCD patients are those who have been punished for anything and everything during their tender years.
You create a new enemy by punishing someone who is innocent. This was one of the few amazing guidelines by chanakya. I have heard ample examples of innocent people being penalized. On the top of it, punishing them instead of rehabilitation, would sound like adding fuel to fire.
Else, go for making the person fit for their environment. Instead of punishing them, fix them. All of them may not be wrong. They might just be damaged and not selfish.
Further, rehabilitation nowadays has evolved enormously. It utilizes the energy of the inmates and channelises it into the right direction. In addition to this, it equips them with traits to earn an honest livelihood. These may include stitching, tailoring, embroidery, bakery, packaging among others. At the same time, taking away their freedom and family, is enough of a punishment.
I would conclude that we don't need to choose between punishment and rehabilitation, instead we need a combination of both. They are both ends of the same thread.

"I heard Life has 2 phases
Is it day and night solving the mazes
So is the story of humans
Both Black and White in the game
Allowing us to make blunders
And then learn and move ahead..... "




Mridula.

No More?

They say he is no more
But why do I still hear his voice
Why do I still wear his choice
Why do I still hold his pillow to sleep
Why do I still hear the sobs of his weep
They say he is no more
No more?

They say he is no more
But why do I still feel he's playing hide and seek
Why does I still feel him kick in me
Why do I still hear his laughing sound
Why do I still see him running around
And they say he is no more
No more?

They say he is no more
But why do I feel he is more nearer
Why do I still feel him cuddling in the bed
Why can't his absence make me cry
Why am I still asking 'WHY'
And they say he is no more
No more?

They say he is no more
Maybe he is no more "here"
But he will be in my heart
After all I am a mom and he is my part
So, even when they say no more
I smile and whisper "more than before"

Because as quoted in 'Anne of Green Gables', 

"Our dead aren't dead until we have forgotten them"

Mridula