A Funeral Song

Just when the moon lit light,

I woke her up asking 'you alright?'.

She muttered about a kin no more,
And the words I replied then meant 'no-shore'

A mere face of recollect in my despair,
Pale and grail as of nowhere.

Did she ever say a little line?
I thought I heard when she was fine.

Didn't knew how to have faith in a funeral song,
Its never been heard by me for long.

A departed soul of thine,
I believe 'that departed' hardly did connect mine.

Its a tragedy to console thy remorse,
A pity phrase never fitting, lay a-course.

It wasn't meant to harsh your grief,
But an honest condolence in brief.

(C) Raj Jaipal

It is Time That We Question Ourselves for Reforms Rather than Incremental Changes

The recent rape incidence of a 23 year old girl in Delhi, throws open a wide debate once more. It reflects the imperial derelicts of the past and our inefficiencies in coming up with authentic indigenous ways of serving the en-masses. The incident itself is just a degree more, in what the so called soft-gender is facing from time immemorial.

[Courtesy: thehindu.com]

The vagaries of this land are immense and our forefathers had tough times to gel-together to bind us in one mould of Indian Constitution. The document aimed at protecting the weak and added safeguards against any abuse directed towards the innocent. But, as truly said “It is easier to write constitutions than to run it” and this is what precisely is being happening all around us. There are so many voices “We want justice, we want peace”. Delhi, the capital of India is proudly boasting as being also the rape capital of India. And it is not just Delhi, where we find women being victimized so frequently, there are others too. The only reason for Delhi being at the centre-stage is due to the lack of reporting from other parts the country.