God Bless America

Take a long, hard look at yourselves America. This is what we’ve done.

By protesting the unfair choice between two absolutely unsuitable candidates, we have chosen to remain silent. And while silent protest may have worked in Gandhian times, it has ruined many, many lives. We just don’t know it yet.

Recent events have shed light on a lot of Trump’s tumultuous past, and all of it has been horrifying. A man who is the epitome of contradiction, who claims his most admirable quality is his business sensibilities and yet has been bankrupt multiple times. A man who claims that he has “nothing but respect” for woman, yet engages in “locker room talk” and is suspect to assaulting several women. A man whose defence to allegations with enough proof is to shout denial and then try to shift the blame on others (with about the same maturity level as a five year old). It’s the basic, “No I didn’t do it, but hey look! She’s done a lot worse!”

Oh America, take a look at our glorious leader, a man who is now the face of our country. Who is now supposed to act “diplomatic”. A word which is clearly not in his dictionary.

A man who now has the power to undo a great president’s eight years of hard, dedicated work, with no remorse.

A man whose sole aim is to treat America as a business. Well, I’ve got news for you. America is not the next Wal-Mart. Donald Trump plans to increase USA debt by billions, which is something we frankly cannot afford.

I could go on about how distasteful I find Donald Trump ranging from his boisterous, plain rude disposition to his stance on immigration to his disgusting hair, but I want America to realize just one thing. By electing Donald Trump, you have not only jeopardised your future, but the future of the entire world. Well played.

Don’t agree with him on Obamacare? Fine, it’s okay, healthcare can wait.

The wall? Of course it’s unfair, but it can wait.

And what about his “great” plan to defeat ISIS? Take my word folks, ISIS isn’t our biggest problem.

The United States of America has long been one of the greatest emitters of carbon dioxide. The Paris Agreement is one of the greatest achievements by any collective group of nations towards climate change, which was supported by Obama. The world hangs in a delicate balance, and if Trump decides to go on with is plans, the scales will tip, in an irredeemable manner.

Because Trump doesn’t believe in climate change. And by electing him, you have sealed the world’s doom. The polar ice caps are melting, sea levels are rising, and it is very possible that we will begin to feel its backlash, on a much greater scale than we are feeling it now.

Trump’s answer to climate change? A Chinese “hoax”

Trump’s solution? “Drill, baby drill”

This is a man willing to pull out money from years of funded research in order to rebuild infrastructures, but if there is no longer land for the infrastructure, what happens then? What’s the point of it all?

Oh Donald Trump! Please choose wisely. Please open your eyes. I’m begging you. For the sake of humanity. Please.

May God save America. May God save us all.

 

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A Bride For Eternity.

Mehendi stained her hands, in lines and circles,

She was draped in a brand new sari, shining with gold thread interwoven,

And on her forehead the bright red of the sindoor…

She was the most beautiful bride.

So full of life, they said, such a shame…

And as the last rites were uttered, he embraced her, touched her face, and with memories shining in his eyes and tears in his heart, he gave her up to the flames…

His bride, for eternity, now nothing but ashes…

Hunted.

His face appears in my nightmares. It has been a few days.

And I remember, like it is happening all over again.

Those eyes, which tore into us, unflinching, cruel…

The smile, more of a smirk, that curled upwards in a predatory grimace…

It’s all just a game for him, the discomfort and fear he causes.

Because we are only girls, we are easy targets right?

Feeling trapped, on all sides…

“Why were we so naked?”

Surrounded.

Eyes around us watching, yet no one coming to our rescue.

Everyone is blissfully ignorant. We are miles from help.

My mind goes into overdrive. No one’s going anywhere without a fight.

Desperation.

And so, we do the only thing we can…

We run.

We run, because we don’t stand a chance against eight men. We run, because in our minds, we have already lost.

Our souls have been raped.

Forced to seek refuge from the men of our own country, in the hands of those who are foreign to us.

Because in this country, that is what women must do to survive.

 

 

 

Severed.

You have a talent.

For taking people’s problem’s and making them yours.

You have a talent.

For not thinking twice about the words that come out of your mouth.

You have a talent.

Agony.

Every word is a time bomb, waiting to burst with the slightest provocation. Every look is a misunderstanding waiting to be born. Every silence is a punishment.

Maybe you’ve outgrown me. Maybe I’ve outgrown you.

But maybe, we need to talk.

Do you remember who we used to be? A rope, entwined and strong, held together by love and patience.

And now, we are nothing more than frayed ends, waiting to be severed.

If My Walls Could Speak…

Four walls. Two windows. One door.

I did a lot of growing up in here.

The mere thought of this room becoming another’s… it’s almost unbearable.

Like giving a piece of your soul to a stranger.

What would these walls say, if only they could talk?

 

Would it tell you stories of laughter, and friendship?

Would it tell you stories of sorrow and tears?

Maybe it would tell you of the time when a girl whispered into the phone as she spoke, praying no one would ever hear her.

Or the time she first felt the burn of alcohol leave her throat.

All the times she danced alone, all the dreams she had.

All the hurt. And the healing.

This room aches with memories, that pulse through it like waves…

I smile to myself.

These walls tell my story.

And now, they will tell yours.

 

A Word on Letting Go…

Knowing when to let someone go is hard.

Knowing when  to let go, and then finding the courage to go through with it?

That’s even harder.

But when you know it’s time. Do it. Do it with all your heart.

Don’t look back. Not for a second. Because that’s where you’ll fall. Again.

And when time comes, you will look and see. Clarity. Truth.

Freedom.

The right choice.

And that will make all the difference.

Minutes.

I sat in the front seat of that Innova. It wasn’t yours. But it reminded me.

Of the first time.

Driving around aimlessly.

Still a little shy and awkward. Still getting to know each other. Stealing glances when we thought the other wasn’t looking.

And being totally involved.

I drove past the roads that were ours. The places where we spent fleeting moments. A few minutes here and there.

Because that’s all we ever had time for. Minutes. But minutes that counted.

I sat in the front seat of that Innova. I let myself miss you. And I still do. A little bit everyday.

Maybe someday, we’ll have a minute again.