One morning when I got up I witnessed It had broken into pieces... the dream which I had never seen I was feeling very weak fatigued, tired, desolated and wretched... My heart was sinking... My eyes were empty... A never ending season of fall had striken my life And I was lying there just like the pale leaf getting crushed and crumpled by the trespassers ... (N.B. Beware! trespassers are allowed to walk through and mash our lives with the sarcasm of their shoes!!!) I was not even allowed to make that crumpling sound of objection... I was drinking the wine of humiliation... Yet was not allowed to be intoxicated... I was alive but was not allowed to live... My heart was aching.......... My soul was bleeding.......... yet not allowed to be nursed I was beaten to death by the words... As far... as wide... as the gaze can go till the horizon of hope... There was no sign of a healing touch or a soothing caress... Only thing present were the piercing looks with hatred... dancing victoriously to the tunes of their vanity... And it ripped me apart... it tore me into pieces... But still could not kill me... And one morning out of those torn pieces of mine... a new 'me' was born I got up that morning and collected all the tinier bits of the broken dream which i had never seen... I withdrew all the courages that i had wiped all my tears... peeled all the layers of desolation one by one... looked at the larger version of life to bring out that one smile in one of those millions of sad faces to spread the warmth of compassion unconditionally and my eyes started smiling I got the purpose of my life Their vanity lost its way My pride won with accolades with love with peace And It made my day... and made my life...5Send Me Love
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