Words for the Soul!
You have to be invisible when
you are lost in a jungle,
Wear camouflage like a
cloak for survival.
You have to mark trees to know
that you are not circling to the same ones.
This jungle is a maze with fresh air
and deadly animals.
At night, you have to drop dead silent &
blend with the eeriness,
as if you don’t exist.
I was earmarked a cookbook of femininity
by the guardians of society.
Recipe 1 : Stance
Stand like a lady and walk with grace.
Don’t be clumsy and don’t gulp your food.
Recipe 2: Voice
Don’t talk too loudly. Don’t laugh too loudly.
Don’t ask too many questions. Be a listener.
Someone told me that
one must not change
their intrinsic nature
no-matter what they
receive.You should be
true to yourself at all times.
How can it be?
If every action has an equal &
opposite reaction so how
can I serve dessert on the
plate of a person who
pours poison in my drink?
Fear is a thin line
between possibilities & insecurities.
You have to lighten
yourself to cross it.
Uncloth your expectations & become naked.
It’s like a march for salvation.
You have to release the
idea of being left behind &
accept that maybe it won’t
be as bad as you think.
On some days I am a grenade blowing
my sanity in moments of weakness.
I have a hole in my heart that leaks
all the eclipsed emotions in my
nervous system to a point that the
roof of my restraint is blown sky high;
In that moment I lie bareheaded
under the dark sky at midnight.
Ghosts of my mistakes appear from under
the bed & tap dance on the wooden floor;
Tap Tap Tap the mischievous symphony goes.
Then comes the point for truce declaration;
So I write about the wrongs, the rights & the
rights that turned wrong.
Tales of Hero & Villains & Time for thats
always an added dimension.
For I must spill to be contained & I only have paper!