"The swollen lips, the bleeding back, the crackling
bones, the retarding muscles, urge me, plead me, to stop this, for I am one
another child..Talk to me, believe in me, for I am not the sinner. Look into my
eyes, feel the agony, for I am devoid of helping myself. Come, lend me your
ears, I shall whisper the dirty truth, the breach of trust, the deceived
respect, the unholy human…Teach me to say the unsaid, teach me to say NO, teach
me to live, I have lost myself. Come,
lend me your ears, for I am one another child.. Death shall not haunt me,
losing you will. I surrender myself to him, else he might kill you, as he
threatened. Come, lend me your ears, for
I am one another child..one another child.. "
In the eery hours of pain, hold yourself not to the smell of
his sweat on you, not to the touch of his skin, nor to the anguish of his
delight. The pain is not in the blood oozing out from the lips, the ear, or the
front or the rear. It is, but, of the penetration into your soul. The darkness
around you is not the absence of light, but, of the unlighted inhumanly thirst
for sadomasochistic pleasure. Wash away,
not just his touch, smell, sweat and saliva but also the grief, the
helplessness and the breach of humanity.
Take a dip in your tears; promise that you shall not give
them the powers to authorize someone else on your body for the demands of his.
Cry aloud. Shout. Yell as loud as you can. Let the echo coo into the ears of
saviors, no decibel less to cause an ache in the hearts and minds of fraternity
of mankind.
Fear not to wipe out the forced secretions on your body,
fear not to speak, to tell it out, to give him what he deserves, definitely not
your body.
Fear not to any worldly force of
destruction,
Fear not to love yourself, for he
deserves the ocean of guilt,
Fear not to confide in harmony,
Fear not to lose your identity,
for I have come.
I am the ear, you want to spurt
your words on,
I am the eyes looking at you,
I am the arms to hold you,
I am the soul, your soul mate.
Will cuddle you,
Will kiss you,
Will look upon you,
Will respect you for who you are.
You are the spirit,
You are the apple of my eye,
You are the joy,
You are my world,
You are my smile,
You are my word,
You are the meaning of my life,
You are my child, you are my
child!!
I am anonymous to you, riding the wheels of empathy, on a
mission, to save you from losing yourself. Love, respect, joy and sorrow, are
all in us. We make it or we break it. It is within, to pedal and rise up or to
drown in the waters of life. The deeds of the sadist will guillotine him, the
sufferer is the redeemer. The wrong shall repent and a new savior shall be
born. One who suffers is the one who heals. Be blessed, for you are the chosen
one on the path of re-kindling the purpose of one’s life. You have it all in you;
I am just a messenger, carrying the message of your soul to your life. Knit
your faith on an altruistic me, I shall abide by the rules of the nature and
spread joy! You are my child, my child, my child.
Hearing about Pedophiles, brought laughter on to our minds, when back in college, we giggled mockingly at the inability to seduce an adult and so to spread the legs of a child. Child sex abuse seemed only a virtual way of immoral pleasure, unaware that it actually exists. An eye-opener, was this show on television which changed the whole concept of sadomasochistic pleasure. After watching the programme, I realized there's a lot of suffering amongst children and many go unheard. Then, I decided that I shall strive to be that "ear", which the child seeks, the soul that will understand, believe and fight for the child. This blog is just a piece of declaration that I exist, to hear you, my child.
So well written..
ReplyDeleteYes a ear is all that a child needs.
And, we are not stangers anymore. Will share your post with team - satyamev jayate.
Hugs!
salutes for you naveen... Not seems like a first blog at'll.. Excellent..
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DeleteWill wait for a post wherein u actually try to re-instill that lost confidence in a "molested" kid/teenager/adult/veteran. Looking forward to more "Satyamev-Jayate" inspired posts from you.
ReplyDeleteRegarding the post- Quite mature.The introductory part was awesome and some underlying philosophies were apt but slightly banal. An interesting read though. {{ Almost imagined you in a surplice }}...
No words to explain this. Thanking Star Channel. Can fill _____ all appreciation words for Naveen, since "Even I was a girl child"
ReplyDeletewell written naveen...u have the ability to play and fiddle with words and make them fit right away to express a feeling...a line from me YOU ARE A UNIT,WITHOUT WHICH I COULDN'T HAVE MEASURED A LIFE....hats off bro...salute to your blog...fist one i suppose...DEEPAK
ReplyDeleteVery well said Naveen Bhaiyya!!! Trust me, as i was reading every line in the start, tears ran down my eyes and for every word written I could feel my heart beating twice and every line was like a sword in my heart and every wound which was caused was healed as I was reading through the end!!!!!!! A lovely Blog and a lovely message!!!
ReplyDeleteYour words have LIFE and I LOVE the way u have potrayed..... God Bless U Naveen.....Continue writing.... With Love Gerard Deepak
Absolute.....precise...and hearttouching lines ... I could feel the fear, the pain and the kinda agony that developed within ...."Just to say we are such characters once entered the soul...we don't leave ever".
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the authors effort which are in vibrant in colors to reach out the mind and soul. and I am sure many of learn to atleast give ears to fearful soul!
I promise......