Words trouble me, nowadays.
They want to tumble out, in fits and bursts
A babbling brook - I cannot tame them.
Bind them in rigid structures of form & grammar,
How can I? When they submerge me in waves?
It starts at the very beginning - with a blank page.
"What do I write about" - I start to wonder.
And hell breaks loose - there is so much to talk about!
Oh crap! Our Economy's in Recession
Doctors' dying, no one cares
Mass migration, government unawares
Job's lost, Farmer's Bill
Fuck it all here comes IPL
Life is cheap if your caste is low
Let our hate for Muslims grow
Destroy evidence! Plant some beef!
Hell, we will not even let them grieve.
While journalists shout themselves rabid
No one demolished Babri Masjid.
Activists causing a fuss?
Use UAPA, no need to discuss.
Twitter storms - a troll's dominion
Bots shaping public opinion
Of course, status quo is still in effect.
Women still don't get respect.
Exhausting? It is plenty
But this is only since April 2020.
Kashmir, CAA-NRC - forgot?
Ancient histories, the whole lot.
Triggering myself, I close my screen
Furiously looking for something to clean
I wonder if I can mail Raisina Hill
Saying you messed my mental health, here is the bill.
Subhalakshmi is a writer, occasional actor, pet mom, and an accidental marketer. You can find her on Instagram here. She writes very very sporadically here, and is hoping to fill this space up soon.