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काश उस दिन उसका भी कोई भाई होता,
आज वो सितारा हमारे बीच ज़िंदा होता।
काश कोई उसे जाकर बचा लेता,
कम से कम उसका तो ख़ून न बहता।

नरभक्षी भेड़ियों ने ली थी उसकी जान,
छोड़ा था उसे वहीं तड़पता, लहूलुहान।
चिल्लाती रही वो उसी जगह पर,
न जाने कितने ही जुल्म हुए थे उस पर।

नारी को निर्वस्त्र करने का परिणाम –
इस भूमि ने महाभारत देखा था।
धिक्कार है ऐसे समाज पर –
उसी भूमि ने आज यह अपराध देखा था।

जल रही हैं मोमबत्तियां शोक व्यक्त करने,
आंदोलन कर रहे हैं लोग और दे रहे हैं धरने।
क्या इस बार होगा उन दरिंदों पर कठिन शासन,
या फिर एक बार उभरेगा एक नया दुःशासन?
यह कविता १९ अगस्त २०२४ को लिखी गई है
A woman dragged to court by her hair,
on her red tide —
torn and insulted — hey you,
look at her, and wipe your tears.

Was it blood or silence that spilled over her destiny,
chained her soul to the weight,
left to pain all alone?

Her five souls stayed mute —
for whose sake?

Whose verdict was her fate?
Whose vengeance was her life?
Who takes the blame for her pain?
Whose ego made her scars?

Men chose.
Men fought.
Men gambled.

But —
who was stripped?
Who got hurt?
Who bore the injustice?

She — Draupadi —
her tears, her strength, her wisdom —
shook the whole world like a storm.

Her rage, her wounds, her curse —
set fire to Kurukshetra.

She was the fire never meant to be unlit .
She was the mind that housed the might.
She got struck by fate,
but strengthened by faith.

Her face — as beautiful as the ocean,
her eyes — shining like pearls,
her hair — like the waves;
with unfathomable strength.
Echoing her power across generations,
praising her alluring soul —
isn't this the time to unleash the Draupadi in you?
This poem is not just about Draupadi — it is about every woman who has been silenced, stripped of dignity, and yet stood unbroken.
It’s a voice for those who burn quietly, who fight battles behind closed eyes, who carry rage as resilience.
Crooked Gal Jul 5
I love you to the moon and back
No matter how far away the moon may seem
Having the spark of you in my life
Snuggled up next to me
No matter what the stars may deem

I feel like you're a piece of me
Quenched in in my bloodstream
Flowing through my veins
Guarding my self-esteem

Linger over me, stay don't leave
Don't alert when I aggrieve
And let me stay naive
As I express my spleen

You shouldn't listen
Don't act on my command
Cause everything I say
Will lead you straight to wasteland

As I love you with my whole heart
The anger in me stops gushing
With a brand new start
Into this world of soul crushing

I treasure you, like a pirate in the sea
No matter what I may plea
This case is closed
And the sails reach my coast

Gaze the last sunshine
Cause I'm the one you defined
I want to spread my love to you
maybe with a bitter-sweet glass of wine
What else can I do
to make you finally mine?

My mind is enraged with the feelings I have for you
I love you more than anything
But why can I be so cruel?
Kai Jul 3
Fate is sealed,
Seems I only desecrate you
I beg to break an endless cycle
Or to snap and end our bloodline
I am empty dreams and pleading eyes
Where is God when you’re around?
On your knees to pray again
But when do you stop spilling blood?

Slaughterhouse and marble floors
Born to bleed out for my mother
To make up for my father’s sins,
To drink my liver to destruction
Or make up for my simple flaws
To save you from embarrassment
I've never been the winning horse
So take your trophies off the shelf
Ok 2 poems today and I'll see u in a few months
Kai Jul 3
I can lead you to salvation
For I have been through all damnation
I can show you our Lord’s bounty,
Keep it in the family
Fear or doubt me

I can lead you to salvation,
Drag you through endless mud
**** and wine and bones and blood,
Offer Him true dedication
**** your young and bruise your knees
Keep it in the family
Fear or hate me

Was I born to love my mother
Or was I born to watch her die?
Laid down with my hands both tied
God, why do you punish me?
I’ve killed myself a million times
To keep it in the family
CE Uptain Jun 26
The hand is slower than the spoken word
I write so slow, I’m barely heard
Each word is a careful choice
Each word my only voice

My soul in words I’ve written down
Quietly I rage without a sound
Baring ******* my pen to feel
What’s on the page, what is real
Any poets agree?
I got in trouble so much as a kid
For screaming or yelling at my parents
Siblings
Or anyone else
And it took me 27 years to no longer feel like a wretch for that,
But it finally hit me today:
Why does anyone shout?
They're trying to be heard.
And I shouldn't have had to be so loud
Just for someone to listen.
It's not my fault that I had to scream so loudly
In order for someone to hear me.
Oh how badly I want to go back to the younger me and tell her that I'm sorry that no one ever heard her. I want to tell her that my folks and siblings didn't hear her, but I am finally listening and I'm going to help her now, and we're going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay.
Elo Jun 22
where is their heart?
I see it, there
buried in the scarlet and hurt
barely pushing blood and ready to burst

but it’s not from love. it cannot feel.
it has only hatred, burning for repeal
shunning calculation for sentiment and pain
for the thrill of what it was to **** again

are they sorry, in some part?
yes; but not the heart.
the heart still remembers what had been; that strange not-love —
birdsong that clipped the dove, (and let its shackles rust.)

so it is the brain that must do
because heart cannot feel,
and the only path left to choose
is to let itself heal
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