On introspection

Each one of you

 

Is some percent void and some percent light

And forever the two poles are at war

Your soul is the general of both armies

And your consciousness is the only buffer.

 

You are biased, aren’t you?

Some days the void wins.

Some days the light prevails.

 

Only you can stop the void from consuming your consciousness

Only you can stop the light from bleaching away your mind.

 

Only you can maintain that crucial equilibrium

Only you can preserve yourself in peace.

On memories

Not a hundred bad days can take this from me

This moment of euphoria. Unhindered gaiety.

The kind of laughter that hurts your tummy.

After a while, you don’t even need a reason.

Your mind can make you laugh at anything.

 

‘Tis a fleeting moment, frozen forever in time

Etched in my memory like a quaint carving

And although so many memories blur and fade

This remains crystal clear, and recurs readily

Filling the daily monotones with hues of respite.

 

Not a hundred bad days, a million mistakes,

No kind of hurt, and no amount of pain

Can take the beauty of this moment away.

 

On humour

 

So many layers of smiles, laughter

Laughter that reaches your eyes

And stays there like an imprint

Your very own brand of sarcasm

Ready wit, and non stop puns.

 

And underneath layers and layers

Is a scared little boy crying.

 

Who thinks himself worthless

Who would never show his hurt

Unless it is masked as a joke.

So the world will laugh. Only laugh.

Like your life is a joke. It’s not.

On freedom

It is a cage, within a cage, within a cage.

 

This imprisonment is multilayered

Each layer is so dramatic. So exhausting.

 

There was that dream once of being free.

Now it remains an abstract concept.

 

Everytime there is the feeling of freedom,

The nagging notion of impending doom

Accompanies it like silence before storms.

 

Maybe when or if these bonds ever break

I will miss the shackles for ol’ times sake.

On Fear

And I flow like a stream

In imperfect sinusoidal waves

Crashing against you. You’re static.

You’re always there. Reliable.

And I flow, and flow. On and on.

And you’re still there. The same.

You’re an artwork of my dynamics.

You’re all parts that I haven’t eroded.

You’re slowly weathering into dust.

What will I do without you?

On Farewells

“But all things change. Let this remain.”
I’ve forgotten that nothing remains.
Change is the universal way of life.
What doesn’t change, stagnates.
Stagnation reeks of regrets. Laments.
What ifs. Desperation. Resignation.

The only way is the way forward.
Forward is like the bark of a tree.
Aged. Aging. From the lonesome bark.
That unites the mass of the tree
Representing the times gone by
In togetherness that we spent.

Shooting towards the sun, to tomorrow
Branching off in geometric progression.
Each branch headed a different way
Pursuing each our own goals. Aims.
Occasionally intersecting. Mingling.
Reminiscing. Ruminating. Resonating.
while aware of the imminent farewell.

And when it comes, it isn’t pleasant.
It’s the bittersweet pill of growth, isn’t it?
We must progress. Forward is the only way.
And so it is with today, like many days.
It’s a farewell not unlike other farewells.

Periodic. Practiced. Poetic..

In its rhythmic crests and troughs.
We are meant to spread our wings
And float in the breezes, the winds.
There is a part of you in me and
We gravitate to this connection.
This is a farewell. Farewell, my dear.

Dear Men

I want to talk and to be heard. Remember me for the opinions I have, not for how curvy my body is, or how I might be in your bed.

I want to be judged, not by the clothes I wear. Judge me for my words, my actions. I dare you.

I want my dreams to be as justified as yours. It doesn’t matter that I am evolutionarily built for child-bearing. I will not be your child-bearing machine.

I want you to enjoy my cooking. But know that I cook because I like to. It is neither my job nor my duty.

I want you to respect my uniqueness, because I will always reject and resent society’s standard stereotypes.

I want to be independent- emotionally, financially and every possible way. Be with me only if you like to be with me.

I want your acceptance, yes. But I don’t give a damn about your approval. The only approval I seek is my own.

I want you to tell me what you think. Don’t go soft on me, and know that I won’t either.

I want your assurance- in life, in the ring, in everything. But doubt me and I will do anything possible to prove you wrong.

I want your love, know that I will cherish it. But don’t cage me in its wake citing the evil in this world. Change the world!

I want to do all those things people tell me I shouldn’t because I’m a girl. I want to ride a bike, get a tattoo and trek the Himalayas with a bunch of strangers.

I want to be able to roam the streets at 12 a.m. because I want to, without having to be afraid.

I want you to respect what I want. Know that I also want humanity to be obliterated and dogs to rule in total anarchy.

It’s not about giving me more rights and reservations, because these only seek to widen the gulf between man and woman today.

It’s about where we stand in each other’s eyes. I will not worship you and you should not debase me for matters of biology and which chromosome made it to second base some twenty years ago.