The Balancing Act

The blood is not thicker than tears, Tears that refuse to flow Confused and desperate Not finding a release Not able to contain the saltiness Not finding a shoulder Not finding enough paper To scribble on the wet woes Not finding a soul No hand on hands No love , no blessings to count on No comfort to hang on to Looking for an opportunity to flow But not able to let go Feeling breathless, clueless But knowing all the while Blood is not thicker than the tears The sad , lonely tears…..

It's been over a month since I last posted here, but my mind is still with that last post, everything around me reminds me every day about the incident. I know the crowds are frequenting Jantar Mantar only once in a while, the hue and cry has died down, but nothing else has changed, I mean, no change, absolutely no change in the eyes that rape you every day, the meanness, the cruelty, the disregard, the insult that these unending eyes unleash on you everyday is seen to be believed. Delhi , my dear Delhi, what  has happened to you, where you always like this?? yes , I think so, I remember some childhood incidents which tells me so, where people did not give any concession to a child but tried to take advantage that the child is female, some unfortunate incident in my close vicinity and the way people dealt with it, people, educated, well educated, well cultured reacting to it really really made me think that it is a herculean task to change our society, it has been trained over th