My Reverie

We recently celebrated 72 years of Independent India, as a nation, we have come a long way. There has been tremendous progress on many accounts but when it comes to women, a lot still needs to done. Are women of our country truly free? Do they have the rig ht to choose, or freedom of thought, freedom of speech?   Are they able to walk, talk or dress as they wish without being judged or trolled? Women are not free as they fear being judged at every step in life .The whole world seems to decide what is right f or a woman. She more often than not lacks the simple freedom of making her own decisions. So much talk about equality and women emancipation, but at the heart of it all it is the same.   Till today, we hear of honor killings, acid attacks, rapes , molestation. T oo many ills plague women even today, like dowry system, illiteracy, sexual harassment, inequality, female infanticide, domestic violence child abuse, rape, pros titution, illegal trafficking. Pr ejudice runs de

Have you heard the songs of silence . Or seen the darkness in the light . Have you known the pain in love ? If not , have you really loved ? I want to hear you , your laughter , your voice . See that smile , the twinkle in your eye. Can you speak to me , across space and time . Beyond this life . We were meant to be . But may the journey was till here, So far so good , Another day, another chance . May be , it would have been different . From the crease of your brow , I knew . From the twitch in your smile , I knew From the spring in your step , as you walked by When you looked away and without looking me in the eye . I knew-it then , I know it now . you were always living a lie . Inspite of the noise  , I can hear the silence . The silence of my soul, my inner being Alone in a crowded room. I have been crying , It is below me to weep I am gasping for air , lay me down and let me sleep . I am a woman , I am a girl, I am a child, I am me . Let me be , let me be free I don’t ha