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Let's run away?

 Our lives had brutally changed in the past three weeks. We had been posted to a God forsaken place in the East. It had all been painstaking to travel, then locate our new haven but setting up our house was a dream come true. We had been married for three months and 17 days to be exact and placing the “Mannat Amteshwar Sandhu” board on the entrance proved everything worth the effort. My green apple sanitizer’s fragrance desperately tried to mask the stench of our freshly whitewashed MES accommodation. We spent the whole day dealing with his trophies, cut glass crockery, curtains, kitchen counter repairs and tracking his beloved Apache. The night was dark and the moon was the only light when I went for the assemblage of my library.  I couldn’t help but marvel at the biblical books of medicine and my astounding  collection of novels, that I had hoarded all my life, look like relics in the museum. Amteshwar called out for me and I peeked at him with pride and contentment thr...
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Love, the victim


Dear mortal,

I keep searching for a reason, a word
to describe how you’ve carved me,
I am still a winged bird,
I don’t know how to spread them,
for all my life I’ve only spread my legs.

Dear mortal,

I apologize for my audacity,

but I am sure that won’t be a problem anymore,
I am as dead as one can be.

Dear mortal,
I don’t know if I can address you as a human
because that’s where the humanity comes into existence.
They told me to have faith, but faith is a luxury not all of us can afford.
And you took care of that.

Dear mortal,
they say “everything is uglier up close”
so tell me, when you came close, so undeniably close, was I the ugliest you have seen?
Because you decidedly felt the need to kill me.

Dear mortal,
thank you for protecting me from the desires of freedom,
for all, I can remember now is that
the cradle of pain rocks back and forth.

Dear Murderer, son, daughter,
I reach out to you this very moment, as just another victim
but listen to me speak for the last time
consider this an invite
for a young man to broaden his definition of manhood
for you to realize that rape is not a women’s issue, it’s a human issue
for my parents to always remember and love me
for all of you out there, get up and fight back
and most of all,
for all those culprits walking free,
to know that humanity still exists in parts of you.
The only way out is through.

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