IMG-20170922-WA0001Hello !
Welcome to the world where conservative minds question you, double question you for being You.
If you’re being stalked, you’re wrong you know? Because you’re vagrant , you think that your educational premises are safe for girls, you don’t give heck to people around and their narrow, so damn narrow mentality.
And if you’re stalked, you’ll be taught You’re a ‘GIRL’ . The very moment where you’ll get to know about your Gender. Where social networking consider ‘Being woman is one’s Superpower’, your bleeding is being accepted for World’s Sustainability. You’re not supposed to raise voice and rebel. All you’re permitted is to seal your lips and Ignore.
Oh My God !
After all those protests, marches, quotes, motivational speeches and rebels, my dear girls and society is still stuck to pity small world.
Apparently, you’ll be welcomed to a Sympathetic World when you’re raped, when you’re victim. Then the society will support you  ,you know? So don’t rebel whereas be the victim. This is what they’re indirectly asking to you!
“Girls can conquer the world, is a fighter !” Will be a myth then.
“Why Sana you’re so rebellious?”
“Maybe because, I belong to a family where I’m called ‘Beta’ , maybe because I am never asked to zip my lips for being Me, maybe because i have great support system, maybe because i am never refrain from expressing myself. I just don’t pay heed to the world because I’m trusted by my parents.
I feel pity when girls of 21st century, behave so anti social and who reluctant to accept this patriarchy society is encouraging Women Empowerment.

” I want every girl to know that her voice can change the world. “– Malala

 

 

 

-Sa’Naa / Penwoman.

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Redolence Of Humanity.

6tag-5518544769-1534734936886831835_5518544769“7 billion people and still so little humanity !”

The World would be a beautiful place ,only when it’s people would be.

Humanity starts with Human. Biggest irony I ever encountered was ,there in the temple. You know what? Temple is a pretty interesting place. There the poor beg outside and the rich beg inside. Kindness, sympathy, humanity, harmonic and generosity like words are like eliminating away over time. How something can be more important than empathy for another human being’s suffering? It has nothing to do with wealth,status,intelligence and other boundaries. Preaching religion of Love and Peace. Politics view revolving around Liberty. Racial aspect belonging to genetic stock would be Humanity. And of course, sharing a common birthplace i.e. the Earth.

Oh God ! I’m putting my head to an Imaginary land ,so beautiful , so peaceful and quite prosperous. Sitting on couch and wondering of a place would take me no where. Because I’m NOW HERE, a world full of monsters lacking words like Humanity and its synonyms.

A quote of my favourite author hit me, so often hard . “The World is changed by your example not by your opinion.” –Paulo Coelho.

It would be no wrong saying that ,

we were all humans until

race disconnected us,

religion separated us,

politics divided us,

and wealth classified us.

Now, lets have glance over real scenarios. How could we resist the fact ; Poverty in India is one of major issues making India,one of the poorest country of World. Poverty is the haunting nightmare dressed variably as social evil in deep roots of Indian society which firmly need to be uprooted. Basically, it is a state where one is absolutely deprived from basic human necessity which commonly includes food, clothes, shelter, money etc including hopes. Most of the Indian population is deprived of the basic needs of life. Many don’t get two meals a day. Poor people are the depressed and deprived class. Their condition have not sufficiently improved even long after over 70  years of our Independence.  Here, unemployment and the increasing population is the main cause of poverty in India. Illiteracy, child labor, nutrition and diet, poor living condition and unemployment, hygiene and sanitation, feminization of poverty etc are some consequences.

Secondly, Child Labor and Child Exploitation is another worst social evil eating up the society. Children are exploited and are made to work in hazardous sites like cracker factories, bangle factories, drug factories and cottonseed production factories etc. Eventually, poverty and lack of social security are the main causes of Child Labor. India is the 2nd highest populated country in the world with around 40% children under age 18 in which half of the total number are engaged in this crime of child labor. A large number of poor parents are still not aware of the disadvantages of child labor that affects their children in terms of their education, health, physical, mental and social growth.

India is considered a country withUnity In Diversity ,so let’s come together and join hands to uproot the prolonged evils and  help the eyes gleamed with dreams of tomorrow for brighter future. Eyes and faces , naive and innocent of all those needy helpless kids around. Welcome to the world where you can be anything,be kind. Ever wondered what infuses wars? An unimaginable, artificial enemy of humanity against humans. We pray for peaceful and prosperous world? Right? Let’s start with ourselves. Somewhere i read , ‘man’ is supposed to be ‘kind’ for we are ‘Mankind’. This is so deep.  For a better world, we have to rediscover humanity. For better human, we have to ruin all the satanity. Perhaps, it’s a competition of a better soul and mind.

“Remember, away from chaotic ecstasies in pacifying blues, peace resides. Behind the veil of darkness lies unhumanly goliath. -Sa’Naa”

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Wish or Weed ?

It was a new day and it was a new dawn. She woke up before early bird’s chirps and wrapped her shrug over shoulder and went bare feet on a walk .

While walking on paseo , she was staring dews on the grass.
Asphalt road was wet with dew drops in the morning. There grew some delicate, fragile and fuzzy,  Dandelions.

Her sight danced.
She sat by the side of walkway in lawn and watched them with glittering eyes and twirled her fingers upon them with smile.

“Some see a weed,
Some see a wish.”
She winkled out in surprise.

“No, It’s beautiful.
Look it with your heart instead with your eyes. There is beauty in everything but not everyone sees it.”

She tweaked a bunch of dandelions.

“They were roses and I was just a dandelion.”
She rustled.
She led a bit dramatic life since she decided to look for good where she’d been told there was none.

” Some see it as weeds and for some it’s a wish, matter of fact is their perspective.”
She smiled , sullen and sank to sing the beauty of Dandelions  ; asking Are They Flowers or Kind of?

-Sa’Naa 👻.

She . . .

She’s hiding her tears behind mascara,
She’s covering her sore wounds beneath the vintage dress ;
She’s concealing her smoked lips with lipstick.
She’s breathing mosaic of her pity life.

Now Her heart yearns for solitude
And Her soul yearns to hide .
For she’s looking up for her space and air ;
Stepping out of the shackle’s graze , her wrist is free .
Ready to give her hands.
To ? A Better Half !

Tiara over her wavy-beachy auburn hair,
Glimpse of her face through laced veil ;
Her blue eyes is craving for the love.
Love which is deeper than pacific ocean!

Yes , She’s ready to embark into a new Fairyland of herself.
Her hounded soul gears up
Her kisses don’t stain, any longer.

She considered herself weed ;
Today she’s a Rose.
With grace of a woman out of chaos.
And decorated she is waiting for, to bring her lavenders.
She looks glistening to the world , but what about who know her ? Are so close ?
Eventually, people don’t know her struggle!
Thus and so She’s a fighter ,apparently  her days are brighter.
She’s a speck of sparkles ✨ .
-Sa’Naa 👻.
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Interrogation to Soul .

Somebody asked Her , ” What reveals the World could be?”
“Imaginations” , she replied in baritone voice.
And recited a ‘Graveyard Poetry’ of hopelessness.
” I am imaginative!
My soul try to give ‘Imagination a touch of reality’.
Deep inside the Earth dwells my thoughts, which is to be delve.
I am demon at fabrications ;
Diligent, delirious & destitute sometimes.
I am insular myself and shun from others.
I am on-wait ,seemed eternal.
Am i reciting my story to some conservative worthies? ”
She paused with a question and ended up  staring the starry sky.
➖Sa’Naa 👻.

Mentation.

Swaying on my chair,
So filled with despair.

For solitude taunt me,
With memories to haunt me.

Lost in thought ; I’m so sad,
Needs a cup of coffee else I’ll go mad.

I’m begging to Lord,
Gracious, vanish my chaos.

Let reveries overcome,
Wish nightmares never come.

It’s time for a nap ,
Going to my momma’s lap .

-Sa’Naa 👻.