Are you with me?

In times of a social evil or a massacre,

When the news channels are flashing the same-

Somewhere in the midst of all that, 

I feel the need of a physical presence;

Presence of another warm blooded soul,

Who would place their hands on my shoulder,

And touch me with a feeling of assurance

That things after all, cannot get worse than they already are.

With every passing day, I yearn for that presence,

And today, it is more than ever.

As I watch the fire turn her bones to dust,

There is a certain kind of anger that I feel building inside my heart.

Are you with me? 

Do you feel the same fire simmering within your bones?

Only this time, we’ve run out of water to put it out.

I have dreams that include muffled screams and cracked knuckles;

Screams that are shut deep inside my head.

I can feel my arms and legs wincing and twitching,

As if to escape the grasps of an alien,

The one that my body doesn’t remember brushing against.

My breaths turn deeper,

And my heart keeps pounding right in the centre of my chest;

I strive harder with every breath exhaled

And there lay my heart, seeking some rest.

Just when I retreat from the numbness,

I felt a knife plunged into my breast-

And if I were to tell you how excruciating the pain was,

There surely would be buckets of salt water running down your eyes.

Are you still with me?

Is it too hard to hear my words echoing in your ear ossicles?

Are you already disgusted with me?

Oh, don’t be-

For women are abominably facing cruelty for every ounce of air they inhale.

Yet, here your mind is busy fighting daily dilemmas-

Whether we must voice our anger or just let the river flow,

Till the dam is shattered into fragments of perplexed conceit,

And the bed is dripping in blood and rage.

This sleep that overlaps the whole world,

This sleep that humanity is never to wake from-

Will only break when shuddered violently.

Are you with me?

We will resort to ways that have no ties with pacifism,

And these muffled screams, like waves will devastate everything that comes its way

This anger that has that fuming will come right through.

If the goddesses are hearing,

I say this with utter conviction-

Those that sin shall be punished.