Wednesday 21 June 2017

Our hypocritical definition of terrorism

Terrorism. The most used word for violence in the 21st century. The word blinks in front of our eyes ringing loudly repeatedly until it is engraved in our minds. We take in what the media tells us what the politicians tell us what the people in power tell us. Without so much as a curious peep questioning their message, without really processing what they're telling us.
Terrorism. What do you think it is? How do you define it? Its probably linked to ideas about a brown middle eastern black man with a beard too big for his face in your mind shouting 'this is for Allah' pressing buttons screaming violently until he explodes. That is what you're fed of course and you're too complacent to think of anything else. Hey its not your fault, if I was fed a single story like a bowl of soup again and again, I would also dig into it without thinking too much. Its easier that way.
But let me tell you abt the definition of terrorism. The Oxford dictionary defines it as 'the unlawful use of violence and intimidation, especially against civilians, in the pursuit of political aims.' Nowhere does it say that the person has to be from a minority community. Turn over the pages and read, it doesn't say the person has to shout some bullshit thing he was brainwashed about because its convenient for him to blame a specific kind of people for all the crimes he does under the sun. Turn over the pages and pretend to spot the ideas you have about terrorism.
Guess what? Those pages are blank. Because they aren't definitions of terrorism. They are beliefs that you have associated with the word because it is easy for you to call a coloured person a terrorist and make people hate them bomb them hurt their husbands wives children and destroy their countries. Because when you do that, you aren't called a terrorist. No way, you are a saviour or maybe drunk or mentally ill or some other bullshit excuse that you carve out from the ground to plaster across the world's eyes so that they don't treat you like the evil you are. The hypocrisy is too real. We don't always want to bring up race or politics but we can't be blindfolded by your lies, by your view any longer. It is toxic dangerous poisonous, only encouraging more violence. See the world for what it is. If an evil white person does an act which harms civilians, call him a terrorist. If an evil coloured person does, call him one. But don't make excuses for white people while within minutes of an attack by a coloured person you scream out terrorism. Don't give more importance to lives in the West or lives in the East. Create and enforce the equality that you love talking about. Educate yourself. Question what you're told. Be empathetic.
Terrorism is terrorism no matter what colour the attacker is. Victims are victims no matter what ethnicity they are. Open your eyes and call it out for what it is. Hypocrisy.

Blossoming in hypnosis

Pave your way in my mind
Planting electric glowing seeds where your footsteps fall,
watch us blossom together
Until our bustling roots spin around one another in hypnosis

Crossed

Cross my legs 
fold them over my heart,
Hear them as they pound echoingly
taking me to bathe in the light of the aquamarine sky

Monday 5 June 2017

Mesmerise

Drive me to the furthest corner of the rugged world
And watch my arms and limbs twist and turn
mesmerising my soul in your spirited eyes,
Until my spins start twirling your soul round and round
on my tips

Sunday 4 June 2017

Speak

Speak 
until your cords radiate in the piercing shine
thunder against the boundaries
And continue to flow in the air that was created for your fluent word formations,
Speak
until they learn to listen

Dapple me

Dapple me in dazed pink
Until I curl and extend into the shimmering wind

Depletion

It will only exist
until the last icicle drips into raging oblivion

"English parh ke kia karogi"

"English parh ke kia karogi?"
You ask me again and again until it rotates in my membranes pulling at my anger cords. I look at you just as repeatedly, cocking my head to one side like a bird confused about a silly question. Except its more like I'm confused about why you are interfering in my choices. English parh ke kia karogi? I don't know, maybe break your assumptions apart and grind them into burning fine powder, strapping tape on to those critical lips? I don't ask you why you did business or science or law so why do you feel the need to poke your grubby nose into my power over words? Stay out of it.
English parh ke kia karogi? Maybe change your robotic minds which see only a straight path to success by ignoring the highs and lows of education and career that were made to be breathed in and devoured as success is achieved. You ask me why I study English. You, who only think education should be chosen so that it gives you a career. You, who ignore the knowledge books gift. I'm sorry that I'm not going by your rules that are chains that trap any free soul into the money-driven career ground. I'm sorry that I choose to fight you and follow my beating passion.
You ask me why I study English. You think it means grammar and punctuation and reading books. You have no idea what it entails. I study English because I unravel what I've been taught, because I need to learn empathy, science, psychology, and society from two sentences that you take at face value. I study English because I understand that one thing can mean a billion other things. I study English because I want to rewrite our ideas, our beliefs, our constraints, our societies, our lives. I study English because it gives me the power to tolerate and understand and explore and depict without you stopping me. English parh ke kia karogi? Maybe I will use it to create a world where you finally understand who I am. Maybe I will use it to create a world where all career choices are equal and respected. Maybe, just maybe, I will use it to shove your unnecessary opinions underground and continue creating a world where passions blossom from the roots.

Pink piety

When the sky is painted deep gold with baby pink candy floss floating on its waves, I open myself up closing the gates of immorality inside my territorial mind until fluent light fills my veins, breathing soundly through my lungs winking a goodbye at the toxic that existed before.