Poetry and Prose
Kingdom of lustful demons
There are predators out there
Tears are everywhere, the kings have fallen
The kings have lost the bait
Indra had to be defeated, the king of Gods
For his soma was nectar, and the trip on it was fuming
In heaviness he pants, the Asuras fear his Bajra,
I kid you not, in fumes, please stay in oblivion
The modern Asuras are still there
In lust they stare, bodies they gloat
Carcasses they float, of beings as small as a piglet
And as big as a young Elephant
But yet, shhh! Do not speak?
Let the sorrows borrow your peace
For you are avoiding, till when is the question..
Every day, every second a woman gets raped, molested, abused, and domestically beaten and that happens under your eyes. During the COVID lockdown there were so-called modern world nations that saw an unprecedented level of gender-based violence. This has been happening in many parts of the world including the US, Peru, Italy, Spain, France, Germany, Lithuania and many other countries. How is anyone safe inside domestic contours? There are various gender-based reports that suggest woman are the most unsafe in their domestic corridors. There is at least 33% chance of them being abused, beaten or raped in their own home. The issue with rape is another dimension altogether. Rapes are a war weapon, patriarchal tool, a form of violence that is done to tarnish one’s life and scar them for their life. In developing nations, another issue that we see is throwing of acid to disfigure the victim’s faces. Though this issue is not limited to a developing country, developed nations have their fair share of psychopaths. The attempt seems like to take away the purity from one’s body. Woman’s bodies have been a battleground for ideologies, conquests and are used as baits of warring forces. The clash thickens when violence and sexual violence are involved in wars.
The demons are not physical,
They are within.
They lurk in my mind,
Bends your riveting thoughts
Deviates from the order of thinking
To a disordered conflict of choice
A voice that needs to speak up
But who? asks the King of Gods.
If it’s me, then why you are born?
Torn between right or wrong
or just unwilling to accept that the wrong
has gone so wrong that you fear
accepting its wrong..
It's a shame that people think rapes happen only with women. But the most vulnerable to rapes that some demons inflict upon others are children and I mean a boy child, apart from the young girls that suffer from such coarse scars, there are small boys that go through trauma too. There are numerous reports that record the most ghastly inhuman things that have happened with boys, the act of sodomy is such an intense act for a child that they internalize hating their body. There are cases where victims had to suffer the haunting act for years, they tried talking about it but no one believed them. Not even one person came forward and accepted it. And these demonic spirits are there inside the family lurking for an opportunity to prance upon the victim as the moment seems fit to them.
You see, what I see? I never cease to understand
Why are humans made with a mind laden with malicious intent
I forego the feeling of avoidance, and accept the King of God’s
The fuming reality, not like a gas vanishing
Like an odorless compound. I am guilty like many others
Maybe the substance we search and pave an onset for,
Its never there, nor in soul, eyes or body.
Am I the Asura?
There is silence, someone is hearing the cacophony. 11 Women trapped in a gated hell. They reached where they wanted to reach, suddenly a voice trembling tells the 10 other ladies “I was burnt alive after it happened!” A burkha-clad lady in urban slang “I was beaten and burnt! you elitist whores are just too pretentious.” Suddenly a young teen comes and asks for the remote to watch the TV. An old 80 year old woman utters, “Shh can you please let me finish my book! Please I beg of you, It happened when I was reading.” There is news displaying, the top nations of the Human Development Index one being Sweden, and the other being the Netherlands have okayed raping animals. They have animal brothels for God's sake. She utters, “It's not a coincidence after all.” Then the signal of the TV went off. Then suddenly footsteps of a small girl child were heard. She looked at the other ladies while the other ladies were bewildered, shocked and their eyes filled with tears. Almost as if their heart travelled to their mouths and their tongues were jarred from the shiver of their fears.
How many times will you kill me?
Burn me,
Hurl abuses at me,
Slander my self repute.
There is only so much a being can take.
Its not a call for asking pity.
Its a call of redemption to tell everyone in this bipolar,
Bipartisan realm of existence. I am with you,
Everyone who is suffering, getting tortured, have blisters
On their foot, fears subduing them in class room corridors,
Trying to wash off their skin and praying everything will be better,
Some day, any day, its all a dystopian call for confusion.
I am with you and the world if its not with you, its not human after all,
They are part of the Kingdom of lustful demons.
And demons die in all our tales.
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