Showing posts with label women-power. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women-power. Show all posts

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Twisted Sense of Manhood

What ever I wear is my choice
Who are you? It's I who decide
Whether I wear a dress or a skirt
That doesn't give you the right to flirt

तूने हमे निवेदन दिया
पास आओ, यह इशारो में बोला
संस्कारी, यह वस्त्र न पहनें
पल्लू ओढे वो घर में रहे

How dare you try to harass
Slap! This is what you deserve in my hands
I am not the one backing down
I'll protect myself from your crippled mind

छुआ कैसे तूने मुझे
मर्दानगी को मेरे ललकारा हैं तूने
मैं हूँ खलनायक
और तू मेरे जूती के नीचे रहने लायक

मारेगी मुझे?
बता अब यहां से निकलेगी कैसे?
लज्जा तोह लूट ली मैंने, मैम
अब बात, "वाट इस यौवर नैम?"

चली थी अंग्रेज़ बनने
पड़ लिख के काम करने
हश्र किया ऐसा अब खड़े भी न हो पाए
पर बक्श दिया तुमको अब जाओ जहा जाए

To beat and whip, you come with your clan?
To rape and kill, and you claim to be a man?
We are not commodities to be traded or bartered?
We are the ones that give birth to a retard with a twisted sense of manhood!

Monday, May 4, 2015

Sting like a bee

A force that pulls me down
Is not a force but gravity playing around

A man that makes me cry
Needs a whack to set him right

For the world conspires to bring us down
Even when we tread the purest of the grounds

Shall I be worried about things that are ominous
Or be be obstinate about a subject of my faith

Shall I be a victim of ostentatious character
Or be impudent enough to break free of the restraint

For the world conspires to bring us down
Even when we tread the purest of the grounds

Yielding was never an option or a choice
Would embrace death with my head held high.

I am what I choose to be
Neither you nor he can let me be

If for you I've floated like a butterfly
Then for myself, I will sting like a bee.