Thursday 24 January 2019

the red pause

The red pause.

A sojourner knocking at the door.
The intruder standing uninvited at the egress.
Coming month after month,
Yet the mortal is itinerant.
Why do we embrace it aloofly with stiff austereness?

The cycle of life.
Oh!!! A gender specific one at that.
Undeserving blessings- what a counterstatement.
A rebuttal.

The grand vacationer aids us in manifesting our angry encounters....
The melancholic disposition of spirits.
Orgy of complex emotions dancing randomly amidst expectation of normalcy in the order of life.

We cease to be ourselves.
We rebel with our confrontational self.
Our efficiency is at stake.
Parasitism seeps in unceremoniously.
Fighting an invisible battle.
The claustophobia.
The suffocation of being mute.
The blurring lines of self created boundaries.
We become the silent sufferers.

Its the time to coil in the coziness of anonymity.
Lets not fret over loosening our pace...
Its time to relax/chill and more importantly be vocal about our state.

Let the red pause be just a comma,
Not a full stop.

Lets talk....
Period.

As judy grahn says-
Menstrual blood is the only source of blood that is not traumatically induced. Yet in modern society, this is the most hidden blood, the one so rarely spoken of and almost never seen, except privately by women.......

Purvi k

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