Saturday, April 30, 2016

WHY IS IT?


Why is it that anything that comes in

Takes away something precious that we have? 
Why is it that every time we choose something
We need to let go of something else? 
Why is it that when we really want something
We become ignorant about what all we already have?
Why is it that when we decide between the two
We elevate the importance of one and demean the other?
Why is it that when we lose something
Then only we get to realise what it meant to us?
Why is it that our tears decide our weakness and our laughter strength
When it's easy to laugh and difficult to cry?
Why is it that in our difficulties
We get support from people we hardly ever cared?
Why is it that we want something which we can't have
And never want what we already got?
Why is it that we tend to spend time in pleasing those for whom we hardly matter
And disrespect the feelings of the ones who matter to us?
Why is it that love is defined by the duration of stay of two people together
When the duration together doesn't necessarily mean togetherness? 
Why is it that every union
Means separation from someone else?
Why is it that to feel happy
We need to know what being unhappy is
But when we are loved
We never realise what being not loved would be like?

Draping a saree

The distance of 6 yards that I travel everyday
Reminds me of the situation I am in.
Symbolises the number of circles around me
Of people, relations and responsibilities.
Of the distance that I travel of self journey
But without covering any distance as such.
Of the circular movement
That is supposed to bring women's life to a full circle.
Of the various ways in which I need to bend, fold and adjust myself
To perfectly fit into the role I am supposed to.
Of the fact that there are things which are meant for me alone
Coz I am the sole carrier and bearer of culture in society.
And the number of identities I carry
With myself to justify that I am worth alive. 

Reading a Book

Like a book displayed in a store you distinguished me
Found my cover, title and volume interesting
Ran through my pages superficially to know me better
But all you saw were font, images and structure
And almost forgot about the content
Missing out the actual gist of me.

You thought you judged me enough like a book to buy it
And that if you happen to find out later
That I am not like you considered me to be
You would place me in a corner like a book
Never to open it again ever.

But let me tell you very precisely and clearly
Like the synopsis of the book mentioned on its cover
That like a book my soul resides in each and every word of it
Which holds my emotions, feelings, aspirations
And what I am beyond the words and sentences here and there.

Even if you get to own me like purchasing the book
Through a series of societal norms
You can only have my ownership
But not my copyright !!!!