They want me not to shed tears and have fears 'cause they do believe shedding tears and having fears are an epitome of a coward. Tears are needed to lessen the burden of our heart and we must have fears, so we can overcome them. To learn from our fears is far better than not to have them.
They want me not to speak frankly, to be in my 'limits', it's what they say. It differs that 'limits' here means not to represent my part, to shut my mouth even on wrong doings. "To see evil be done is a more sinful act than to do evil." To not speak for right is what cowards do.
They want me to be as beautiful as a flower and as tender as its petals, no matter what the circumstances are. They forget about the thorns. Why don't they understand that the outer ugliness isn't ugly, it's the appearance of the soul which matters. And sometimes being tough is what we need, "NO" is what is required instead of tenderness and a deadly "YES".
They want me to have a calloused heart. For they do believe, it's how we succeed. Leaving everyone, breaking every bond, it's not the way how humans survive.
But they want me to be any one of these, either a warrior or a coward , either a flower or a thorn.
Why are they placing me in one more division? This world is already full of social divisions, not one more.
Why don't they leave me just a Homo sapien? A Home sapien who knows how to shed tears and shred fears. A Homo sapien who embraces tenderness and callousness at the same time. Isn't it enough that I'm a Homo sapien or my complexion too matters?
I'm a warrior who has learnt from Her fears by overcoming them, Fears that a coward has. I'm a rose adorning those thorns. And my complexion is grey.
It takes precisely Ten minutes And not one Second more For it to Sink in That memory is A fickle friend And the heart Will always Be brittle That your Last fix was Your last And there's nothing You can Do about it.
With quivering hands You look up And watch the Light take a Detour, your eyes Fill the gap With a rainbow You can see Blue kiss indigo But the rain That you crave So desperately Never quite arrives.
Someday soon When your breath Starts to play Tricks, you will Slip away Noiselessly, and All those poems You wanted To write But never did Because there was Too much time Would die A painless death.
When the machines Beep, and the Monitor flatlines They will find A letter Neatly tucked away Near the bedside One last poem With no pretty words Just a simple Apology, you would Like to believe Is true.
The prisoner leaves behind An unsaid apology She looks back at me Her eyes Trying to tell a story And I recall Only too well The secret she Spilled to me Which I promised To carry to My grave.
The prisoner leaves behind A wake Of a shadow She walks unsteadily And reminds me That there are still Steel bars and Two hundred and Fifty days that Stand between me And a freedom I have forsaken A long time ago.
The prisoner once Taught me The frazzled tunes And fading lyrics Of a Jeff Buckley song And as her Footsteps recede away From my sight The words come Back to me And so does An echo of A melody.
The prisoner walks Into the light Away from A blackness That I thought We would Inhabit forever.
I come like a sandstorm, leaving parts of me in every land I come across. I wave to the wind, and wind waves back. I never stopped to rest, but I once stopped to marvel over at the beautiful sunset.
I spilled myself too along with the hues of another goodbye. Winds rested alongside my spine, and I curled against their sides. We shall meet again, but I can only promise today. Tomorrow there might be no remains of me to wave back.
Silently like a crime went unnoticed, the sun slipped away from the sky. Maybe I will travel to some other place, taking along some souvenirs of houses, gardens, and people's lives.
I may come across another goodbye, another sunset to rest my eyes. This time with a different lover, keeping an eye on their sides. A different wind to promise and never wave back. ----------------------
Exams still on, so's the break. Still having a week of the gap between exams so here I'm exhausting my words.