Inside the house,
You scare me away,
With your tantrums ,
And your silence,
And your wicked barbs.
The world feels I am yours.
Outside its a different story.
You dance and you play with me,
and you look into my eyes.
And people feel
she must me a fool…to complain…!
The question was asked, and curiosities were raised,
Where principles were to be proven, humanity was disgraced,
A small mewling kitten, younger by far,
Was put in a container, in a death jar…
The jar was laced, with poison so potent,
That could kill a grown man, in an instant.
The poison was to break at a random time,
The kitten’s fate was to be decided, by the probability paradigm..
The jar was shut, and everyone could hear,
The kitten’s screams, of stark terror and fear!
As they pressed closer, faces alight with thirst
Their reflections showed evil threatning to burst..
At the selected hour, the jar was finally opened.
The vial of poison was shut; the jar was not yet poisoned.
But the kitten had died, out of fear they say,
Their theory was a failure, probability lost that day.
And the kitten was discarded, just like the jar,
Was thrown in the dumpster, like a burnt cigar.
And the reverends lamented, and sighed in dismay
For it was not science, but humanity that lost that day…..
If all the world’s a stage
and everthing is scripted,
Then what is right and wrong?
Why is evil and good depicted?
If we dont have a choice
and fate is paramount,
Then why do we race?
Should’nt we just dismount?
If good comes to the good
and bad comes to the bad,
Then why do the crafty get to steal?
The money that simpletons never had?
If we all have to die
and roll in the dust one day…
Then why are we struggling?
And squandering moments away
Will you leave me now? now that I m low..
Will you cheat me now? now that I am slow..
For a single day, in a single way,
Will you touch me now,and beg me not to go…..
Will you toss my heart now? now that it’s yours..
Will you cross now? now that there are doors..
This moment now, just for this second,
Will you stay here now? and make me forget my sores…
Will you sing to me now? now that I have lost my voice..
Will you hold me now? now that I don’t have my my poise..
In a single sigh, for our only kiss,
Will you love me now? and make me forget my choice…
I dont know what to write,I dont know what to say.
I dont know if I can drag ,myself though another day.
I dont know if I can scream loud enough for you to hear me.
I know you’d say your drowning , and you cannot save me.
I dont know if I can bear, to confront the lies you’ve spun.
I dont know if you know, that I know you have a gun.
I dont know if I can out run you,and save myself atleast.
I know you’d hold me there,and I’ll never be released…
The court was set, the decision was taken.
The trial was skipped, the jury had spoken.
The prisoner was sentenced, the girl sat appalled,
The tag had stuck, “Naughty girl” she was now called!
“Declared naughty”,the scribe wrote his report.
The hangman had brought his noose,right into the court!
The rope was taut,and the lever was positioned.
The stool was swung, and the trapdoor opened…..
“Walk on the side walk!”, – my mother had said
“The road is fast and rough”,
“There are stangers on the road” she said
“Keeping alive there is tough”
“And you’re but a little child”
“And as gullible as one can be”
“You wont survive there for a day” she said
“And then dont come running to me…”
So as a dutiful child I walked,
On the side all this while.
Seeing the cars speeding by I thought,
That their life was dangerous, futile.
The world was running and I creeped,
Holding my mothers hand.
Time was ticking and it seeped,
As slippery as sand.
I judged the road, and discarded it,
Before even trying to see,
What made my mother say,
That the road was not for me.
And years passed and I grew lonely
I grew older, and was called a coward.
I was still where I was when I was little
While the world had moved forward.
And in this race , they out ran me.
Fool and naive I was, both in one.
after wasting a lifetime I realised,
that strangers were better than walking alone.
One wing short, as the “half winged” pigeon I was known…
I knew the skies, but never had I flown….
The clouds touched me and whispered of things from afar,
Tickled my wings, and made my heart and brain spar…
I yearned to fly,
High up in the sky
I yearned to soar,
Like a whole bird…and more
They never let me spread my wings,
“Weak spine…” they decreed and they mocked..
They fed my fears and inadequacies,
My dreams crumbled, and my demons flocked…
Then one day I decided, this half life was not worth living.
Either I would fly, or I would die trying.
I would reach those clouds for once, instead of the other way round,
That is when I spread my wings and started flapping them around.
And suddenly I was up in the air,
And surprisingly I stayed there!
I flapped harder and higher I rose,
Friends clapped and whooped, others just froze.
I flew higher than they ever did
The naggers stared in dismay…
Flying an eagle’s flight I realised,
The sky was as complete as I was today….
They told me it would pass, as every storm does one day
They said then I would be happy, merry and gay
The flowers would blossom and the winds would play chimes
The children would come out and the vale would reek with their rhymes
There would be food, and laughter, and contentment galore
No pain, no hunger, and I would not be cold anymore
And the trees would be green, and the rainbows would come out
Spring would come again, and scatter happiness about
But what of those who have gotten used to the night?
It’s been so long, I have forgotten what is light
The future will bring happiness I am sure
But I have lost it all, I don’t have any money anymore
The village would be celebrating, and I would just peep from my hut.
As I wouldn’t have any money, so the door would be shut….
The new day will come, but will it keep us urchins warm?
What do I do? I have spent all my money in the storm…….
You and I, both of us cold, both of us lonely... alone, in a room full of people! You and I, both of us dumb, both of us speechless, wordless, with a heart still beating! You and I, both of us screaming both of us retreating feeling, with a cold smile outside.....!
