Category: Poetry

‘Take a deep breath,

Are you comfortable?

We need it to be perfect!’

As constant echoes of the same old clichèd enthusiasm ringed his ears

He knew he couldn’t say no,

He wouldn’t say no

The expectations, the people and he himself wouldn’t let him turn back…

‘Y…es’

Damn, a three letter word and a fumble…

Get over it…

The encouragement was never about you

Be there and deliver

A personality,

A facade, with which you have been living for a while

Just a different one, the one the world wants to see

Channel your emotions,

Channel the feelings which you don’t feel

Put on a smile….

And that’s it…

Now, no one will bother you,

No one will bother about you…

As the others rejoice,

An emptiness fills the void

You, your heart, your mind

Just as numb as before

But the smile tells it all…

Not the truth

But the story

Of a happy journey

The perfect picture, waiting to be framed

Depicts an emotion never felt

But does it matter?

Why to bother?

Move along, as the time takes you

Looking back, the photo is of a wonderful moment

And

All you can do now?

All you can do now is be.

I have a tale to tell.

Look, Imagine; a city thriving.’

Full of colours, Full of light

But feels devoid of life

Though there are smiles

And beautiful bright skies

Life isn’t so fun here,

Why am I so snarky?

Cause’ it’s a patriarchal society

Men carry stiff, well-kept moustaches

Women carry tearful eyes under a heavy drape; A drape that divides them from the world, the society,

Children here are told stories of the bravery of men and the tales of timid married women

The honour of men lies in the success of their sons and the marriage of their daughters

But

Then there was one brave hearted

Alone on the path, she raised her voice

Attacked the masculine nature of the society and strangled the ego of men

But her voices drowned as they choked her with the very drape she was against; She was termed as a shame

The men said;

‘She deserved it, honour killing was the only way.’

This city is crumbling from within.    

I am still snarky

Cause’ this is also a homophobic society

A couple trapped in drapes

Could not see the love in each other’s eyes;

But the men could; The society could,

They were choked and termed as a shame

The men said;

‘They deserved it, honour killing was the only way.’

This city is dying from within.

Look, around; This city might be yours

Where only the men know about the good of others

Where,

There might be life, but some are lifeless

Where,

There might be people, but they’d be nothing more than just soulless bodies

Where,

There might be women, but they’d just be puppets tied up with the strings of patriarchy.