I still remember the day You entered in class for the first time In a royal blue t- shirt Which wrapped around you perfectly To hide all your revealing muscles.
next moment i felt strong yet beautiful storm coming my way, I felt a strong shiver down my spine The next moment when you choose To sit beside me. And that husky 'hi' you Said I remember how awkwardly i behaved back With utter silence. Releasing every inches of my gaze Into your deep cosmos. I missed no opportunity to look at the sharp edges of your neck through the strands of my hair.
Before your arrival I was a mere piece of a spider webbed manuscript Lieing at some corner. Least important to anyone. But you, Choose to read even those raw chapters out of me, To trun it down into a completely new script without hindering the old flavour.
During our group studies i tried clearing all Your doubts of chemistry, Least was i aware that one day it would badly trap me into a castle of confusion about our very bond.
Most women in my country settle for companionship when they're overpowered by the social set up that teaches them, the romance that they dream of, isn't real. The dread of a lonely life, in a patriarchal society, makes them agree to sharing their body, mind and thoughts, with someone who isn't even in the same book... let alone being on the same page. A stranger to share meals, bed, responsibilities with. Meals... that she'll prepare in lieu of social acceptance. Bed... where she'll sell her soul... in lieu of social security. Responsibilities... that'll take away her dreams and youth. Responsibilities... that she didn't even willingly sign up for. A stranger with whom she enters into a legal agreement of cohabitation. Because mental and emotional agreements mean nothing in a world where even law can be manipulated through it's loopholes. Marriage as a solemn oath of togetherness, has lost it's meaning as it takes the ugly face of social business.