Let me make your life easy
Now that you making so many efforts
To end mine
Guns, Pistols, Bombs and your own body
So considerate , so kind.

So let me help,
Let me whet my trepidation
Lacerate my flesh, from inside
Let me batter my silly quivering, numb
Let me assure them ,they will be insensate
It is only a matter of time.

Meanwhile,
Tell me how would you like it?
Mere flesh soaked in ****** quagmire
Silent in death , heeding to you instruction manual
Or
Crisp shrills rising in cacophonous notes
Reciting curses in quandaries, jabbing your fiend inside
Or
should i use my imaginations
On 'how to ruin my own life?'

So behold and hold
My veins from the end
And haul towards your side,
Twist to cause added agony
Or may be crush my lungs
To hasten me out of my life

See my insipid blood splatter
As it draws tattoos of attainment on you
Hear it gurgle
As you guzzle it out of my body, as if some wine
Nevertheless,
It won't evoke any poignant feeling
Even if you realize in the end
You and i are same kind.

So drown me deep, so deep in the pool which is red
Sorry again,if you were expecting blue,yellow,green or may be white
Descend me twice the force
If i brawl or condemn against your peace of mind
Hear the music of my diminishing gasps till the end
And move on , tattooed and vindicated.

-Pallavi Goswami

Let go the want to watch for
The gates to open,Like
Beyond lies fate, or
Attempts to hear a knock in between
The pauses of time,they call
It a blank space.
Let him fly to you
With the wind,riding
On its hem
swiftly and softly.
Let him land uninviting
With the sweet waters,on
Your parched lips.
Let him run an errand,and hold
You off-guard,
Let his fingers leeway
On your freckled cheeks, as if
Motifs embroidered to augment your beauty
Let him dig them across your little graceful curves
And hold with the fingertips,evoking
The resting neurons and laid back impulses
Let him move his lips,lightly
On the back of your neck
And heal its lovelorn shriveled surface,because
yours is butter-skin
Forgive, if the blood trickles,off
passion and smear
your colorless life.

-Pallavi Goswami

The lead was taken by domestic violence
Because you zipped up and put on that silence
And with that they got the license
To beat you, slam you, throw you and slap you
Till you bleed and cry
Neighbors will pry
But none will stand for your aid
And everything will seem to fade.

Ask yourself why did this take place,
All because you didn't file a case?
You didn't report and you didn't get any support.
You'll be a victim of his rage,
Until you come out of that cage.

For all those shattered cups and plates,
Stand against him and tell him you're gonna turn fates.
For all those bruises and scars,
Stand against him and put him behind the bars.
For all the times he has beaten you up with his belt,
Stand against him and make him feel the way you felt.

So, stand up and speak up,
Nothing is hidden with that make up.
In the end, the choice is all yours,
Either stand against the violence or suffer in silence.

~HARSHITA GOSWAMI