Reveries of a stranger

Met a poet on the road

an ardor in those eyes..

traipsing about in the summer sky

in search of  his paradise.

Out lander that stranger; with his twisted smile..

trudging across  alleys, the wind by his side.

I thought I heard him call my name,

turned around..and to my dismay..

a bare passage  into the oblivion;

greets my delirious gaze.

© Toothfairy,2016







In memory of The Nirbhayas.

At 23

Her life washed away;

she would have made a god doctor,

a teacher maybe,

anything she chose to be.

At 23

She would have dreamt ;

of a happy marriage,

a wedding perhaps,

blooming love that now would never be.

At 23

Can you imagine?

the life you sketch for yourself..

torn apart savagely!

But why stop at 23?

Remember those crushed at 15..5..and 43?






Do you hear the screams?

You , who speaks of human rights!

Oh never mind..

Just another story… another day

Sip your coffee , turn the page

It gets soft with time ..this rage.

A life lost…

mere 23 years of age.

December 16, 2012

December 16 th and the memory of Jyoti will be etched in my mind.

It was my favourite month..I woke up one cold morning to the news of a gang rape which occurred in Delhi.  Rape.. We have heard this word so often that over a period it had stopped invoking any kind of response. Just another headline , another debate and then just another milestone along the timeline of news channels.

The media coined the word Nirbhaya for the victim.. Nir bhaya..one without fear..  I found the word atrocious. A name given by society to rid itself of the guilt.

As the day passed , more details of the gory incident emerged.. the anger I felt was reverberated among every one else too . India witnessed massive demonstrations and admist all that we  hoped for her survival.

She passed away 2 days before the year could end. At just 23 years of age. Her ambitions washed away.

The Supreme court has finally granted death sentence to the three guilty. However, I refuse to celebrate this judgement. A judgement being granted after 5 years cannot and should not be held as a norm in our country anymore. The juvenile is out with a changed name and a changed life according to the welfare committee.. but lets ask ourselves is  a man capable of committing such a gruesome crime allowed to live a normal life? Why then are we as a society turning a blind eye to cases of rape? And do not assume the trend runs only in india.. laws in relation to rape are weak in many parts of the world. How do we as a community continue to ignore the stories of those stripped off their dignity and basic rights?

The case of Jyoti sing was just one among the many… Aruna shaunbaugh ..Bilkis bano..among the many others that are forgotten.

The struggle against rape is not going to end with the death sentence.  Our fight is against the narrow shackles of society;

the idea of chauvinism,domination and misogyny;

the idea that a woman can be silenced easily;

all accumulated over ages of  religious and social bias.

I am reminded  of the famous lines by Maya Angelou

“I am a woman.


Phenomenal woman.

That’s me.”

Let us never forget that.