Shackles

Leave the shores

and the lands

leave the feelings

and the burdens

leave the childhood dreams

and the traumas

leave the pangs of regret

and piles of guilt

leave your mindset

and the shackles

Just weird

Tied around

is the sash of weird

threatening to become

the veil of weird

why women

you are just weird

Empty

After all the noise

it’s just empty

and annoying

hanging on to the

thread of meaningless

Across

After the night of darkness

the tunnel of light

Slip away

Din

In the constant clamour

and the din,

the voices of reason are stifled.

The helpless voices on the periphery

can’t even reach

the windows of their homes.