Yet.

Attention fellow humans!

We are all caught between that place

You know

The one in between being safe and sorry

The question is :-

 do we really want to be there?

Or has it been drilled in our heads through millennias

 to just be so?

IS that safety blanket really that cozy?

That we refuse to wake up from our catatonic states

And see what is happening around us?

Orange headed and clad leaders

Destroying democracy

And we don’t care because it doesn’t really concern us.

My house isn’t seized

My family isn’t separated

I don’t feel the heat of this so called fascist force

Yet.

Just keep snacking on the comfort of your perfect life

Till it all keeps crashing down

Kashmir just got bifurcated

Against the will of its people.

For us it is just a piece of land

To jizz jingoistically about

And shout bharat mata ki jai

Would you like you state being broken

Without your elected leaders having a say?

Oh it hasn’t come down to that surely

Yet.

That seems to one helluva comforter

Where can I order the same?

Written for PU's midweek motif "safety"

You can read on the Kashmir 370 issue here among other places

Golden Brown

All the gloss , glitter and glue

Cannot photoshop the sheer phobia

Lurking right beneath her skin

Forming a palpable layer,

They attack her

Only when no one is watching.

She seems so bold

But is actually quite brittle

Her quiet melancholy

Muddled by her extensive cacophony.

She is indeed a prisoner of her own device

Trapped in bravado

She just wants to cry.

Yet when her man is watching

She cannot let him see

If the truth is really exposed

Won’t he just flee?

Better to break it off

And be the bitch

Than take it off

And be his bitch.

Of course it is all very problematic

But who are we to judge?

We all mask our frail insecurities

 marinate them with worry &

deep fry it till it becomes golden brown.