Katlē’āma – Massacre

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A woman rests her child on her hips.
An old couple looks on, thinking maybe they would give their daughter a ring later after tea.
Young girls with long braids giggle as they flaunt their brightly coloured outfits.
The boys start to chase each other despite the earthy heat.

And, I realize the blood on my feet.
It trickles in between my toes, coming as close as it can to smother my soul.
Something foreign creeps in.
I can taste the metal in my mouth.
Screams envelope my being and then, silence.

Not yet, not yet.

Written By: Phavanjit Kaur 

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A Candle in the Darkness: The Legacy of Jaswant Singh Khalra

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“There is a fable that when the Sun was setting for the first time, … light was decreasing … and the signs of Darkness were appearing … Darkness set its foot on the Earth, but it is said — far away, in some hut, one little Lamp lifted his head. It proclaimed, ‘I challenge the Darkness. If nothing else, then at least around myself, I will not let it settle. Around myself I will establish Light.’”

—   Jaswant Singh Khalra

 The 6th of September marks the day when the Punjab Police abducted the Human Rights Activist, Shaheed Bhai Jaswant Singh Khalra, from his home for him to be never seen again. Yet 18 years later, the judicial process in India to bring to justice those responsible for the “enforced disappearance” of Jaswant Singh Khalra is being severely undermined with only a handful of those guilty being convicted till date.

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The Thinker of Tender Thoughts by Silverstein

The Thinker of Tender Thoughts by SIlverstein

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Among These Shadows Within

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A human mind thinks thousands of thoughts at every single moment. Trust yourself, you’re the living example to that statement. It’s a working  complex mechanism that is efficient while also being vulnerable. Vulnerable? The very root to vulnerability. We become so involved , so passionate about our feelings to others that we forget the mere cause of our existence is to find that balance during which the sun rises in the east, sets in the west and helps us cultivate the misguided hopes of time.

If we just take the emotion of being vulnerable to everything around us, all that would be left is the vigor you find on your buttery toast on a rainy morning, the comfort that derives from ignorance of the day’s outcome, and the value you place on today’s delusional generation.

Raised in a generation where hopeless romanticism reigns, I live to dream, yet I lack the courage to assert myself in trying to get what I want. With growing maturity, my view of the world remains limited. Frustrating, this fear defines the difference between a coward and a warrior, a couch potato and a champion, an idealist and someone who actually changes the world. If only I had rejected to tremble among the shambles of a broken dream, if I only had a brain. 

My generation is mistakenly encouraged to dream ‘big’. What many refuse to consider are the resources needed to mimic these fantasies: intelligence, passion, talent, and bravery. I admit that I have failed in trying to defend myself. I admit to having let my fear, my cowardice, and my lacking character prevent me from self-judgement. I admit to sometimes succumbing to a hopeless stereotype, one that every ounce of positive cannot hide. I admit that I kindle disappointment rather than pride.

At the end of the day, I truly believe that those who wish upon a star only dream because they are not bold enough to truthfully wake up. I need to wake up now, because all of this was but a dream. I have abandoned the fluorescence of denial, instead favoring the truth that lingers among the shadows. Have you?

Written By: Jeevanjit Kaur 

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The Silent Chaos

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I stood in the centre of everything

surrounded by shadows and figures,
the sun rays that usually bathes my skin 
this time was blocked with unsatisfied sky scrappers.
 
I watched the movement of lips, thousands of them,
My brains refused to react to it,
what do I do when I can’t blend in?
nothing rhymes, from the thoughts in my head to the scenario around me.
 
While the rest of the “figures and shadows” catching up on light speed
I was slowing down, I felt lost you see
 
Was it me or was it real?
It was then his figure that seems so clear.
 
My steps felt heavier, he was right there but yet I can’t bring myself near.
 
My heart whispered, ” look the sun rays are back now go Touch that shimmering skin just for once”
 
I closed my eyes and stretched my arms
To held someone as precious looking as a diamond charm.
 
How can I explain the brilliant sunbeams that were shattering on his skin into a thousand rainbow shards.
 
Now, he seems to be further, the harder I try to catch up.
Like a mirage or dust.
 
In a fraction of time, or was it a blink of an eye?
He was nowhere to be seen
 
With him i wish, to escape reality.
Will we ever cross path again? 
With sense of emptiness I turned away.
The least I had was his glance, only at me in a crowded place.
 
I keep this moment close to me
I will never forget about it, for eternity.
I planted a tiny wish in my heart
to meet him
at least
just for once
to thank him for this memory.
 
Written By: Dashveenjit Kaur 
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Devastation

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The original picture is somewhere on Anderson Cooper’s blog. 
The day after the shooting I walked into a Tim Hortons in Toronto and as I stood in line this man walked past me and I gasped and almost fell back.  He was white, and the simple fact of what had happened had traumatized me miles and miles away.  It had made me fear, made me weep, so I cannot imagine what the victims felt.  

I was brought up in a home where I was taught that I could do anything, so I grew up thinking I could be anything, see anything.  But then one day I realized that there are these odds that exist, and they’re stacked way way against me.  From the kara on my wrist and more, they saw me as different, and although my mom told me different was good, not here it wasn’t.  

But I am glad to be born into this struggle, it makes us beautiful, gives us humility, and within that, I hope we find peace.

Written By: Rupi Kaur 

 

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All Gather

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What rocks do the tears move
Can these words crumble walls

You can play these keys like the rain isn’t washing my little home

Don’t you admire the stillness of the earth
Taking the weather in stride, rotating
All to admire the sun

When your mouth can’t conjure the grace
Your so silent
even in pain
The strain has stained your persona
Made your back stiff
and spine steel
It’s hard to believe that after everything you’re still real

You were conceived when the earth and the sun fell in love
Fallen into a play

Reassuring how you can choose fate over a fixed picture
Every word you speak teaches my mind to be richer
Mixture of artist&soldier.

Written By: Tejveer Singh

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