We must learn from Hamlet, to coat our bitter true opinions with sweet lies, so that the world doesn't enrage, freedom of speech looks beautiful on paper but its confined to just papers. as evident from the recent murder of Gauri Lankesh, expressing opinions is a dangerous deed. A journalist that had exposed the religious politics and other matters that must be shed light on, but she was welcomed with bullets for her contribution to the society.
With as much softness as rose petals
Overlapped over hard hidden thorns,
'Get thee to a nunnery!"
Hamlet said to Ophelia,
Putting forth his opinion,
Literal to some,
Ironic to others
Dueling with his sword inside its scabbard
Flying kites to soar the skies of freedom
Yet
Tied with spooled thread and schooled sight
Teach me hamlet-
To serve my opinions
Without getting anyone triggered,
Any one without one moment of hesitation
To pull the trigger,
At mirrors,
At my portraits,
At me!
Yesterday I got myself to a city,
Where they say,
Mind roams with as much freedom
As the villainous pollutants that roam towns
And invade villatic settlements,
And there I found, someone's opinions
Lying on the streets
Lying on the streets
I took it to the walking strangers, to ask
If they were the ones to pet such wild opinions,
They ignored asks and denied claims,
As it were a condom dropped at the workplace,
Or a playboy found in the garage by vacuum cleaner sniffs,
Like pornographic history left uncleared,
Like texts to ex read by the current
('Tis not mine! 'Tis not mine!)
Strength in vainness,
That bounces over jejune brains
A free tongue tops most most-wanted lists,
Gun barrels bung with queuing bullets
With concentrated hate and rage
Waiting for the tongue to wag its heart
I knock at the doors of the giant
Hemispherical atmospheres carved and craved by politicians,
There were no knock knock jokes,
The devil's scythe in my eye pokes,
Now I wink in addition to limping
(Caused by warning snares)
My serious opinions cosplaying
As jokes,
As the world perceived them to be
I, an atheist, proposed questions to
The one born from questions,
Borne on questions
God as they say,
Questions like,
When is the next flood coming?
That will cleanse the world of humanity's sins,
Mostly by them who befriend your advocacy
(Or so they claim)
Militants or priests
Angels or beasts
That squash the snails full of opinions
Like monster truck tyres
Leaving behind
Trails of gloomy gooey stuff
And a calcareous cursed shell
Now hollowed out with the curse
Known as freedom of speech
~Ajay
15/9/17
