On a cold and wintry night

On a cold and wintry night

Walking down the street

Homeward bound

Alone yet not alone

In a city which never dies

Buzzing with activity

A pair of hands came forward

Help thought I

They reached from behind

They groped

They fondled

They pushed

They pulled

They pressed

Down on me

On my self

And on my soul

Left nothing untouched

I cried out

I howled

I was in pain

Inside and out

But the whole world went deaf

For a few minutes, the entire world went deaf

Broken and bruised

I covered my wounds

I took a bath

But I still felt so unclean

Will I ever heal?

Will I ever be whole?

Will I ever feel safe?

Because

I know

They will still be around

In dark alleys

In crowded buses

On busy roads

Amidst long queues

In days

In nights

In evenings

In every time lapse

 But I still have to go back

On a cold and wintry night

Walking down the street

Homeward bound

Alone yet not alone

In a city which never dies

Buzzing with activity.

(Note to the reader: This was composed in December 2012 post the Nirbhaya case; two years have passed since this horrific incident but nothing else has changed!)

jayanti on a cold and wintry night1-1

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