Small Things

Right in the middle of nowhere, jumping high, feeling low, a new day. What comes, shall be the one that goes, like the hours I see being struck, Hold on dear thought, don't run wild, am growing old before the day's old. Wrinkled eyes, dried lips, waiting for the ocean drift, hold, hold, hold some more, heart is bold but my blood runs cold. And the hour strikes, and my dreams crash, get up and see the sunrise with tired eyes, Holding hands, he leads her in, "Daddy daddy" says her queen. Teary eyed I stare at them, home is far, my heart despairs. Tears well up, but I can't cry. The song that stings has a pleasant vibe. Atleast I know someone's there, a home awaits full of love and care. My dreams alive with their every smile. On my pillow, the tears flow, shame and guilt I left ashore. When the tears stops, a smile will glow, in gratitude of all my woes. I woe for I have someone to care for.

Can’t get the image out of my head: In India, a girl gets molested, in broad daylight, in public and no one lifts a finger to help her. Instead the people are videoing the whole scene. Amazing isn’t it? Shocking!! And the News says that the police came in, watched the show for half an hour before intervening. There were 7 rape cases reported from the same area in 48hours. Men claiming proudly that they “eve tease” women because that’s what makes them men and that’s what women are for. Women can walk in trousers and skirts, and get teased; they can get out in Salwar kameez and sari, and still get teased. They can even wear Burkha with Hijaab, and cover themselves from head to foot; it still doesn’t protect them from getting eve teased. And people say it’s the clothes that provoked it. Where did the logic go?? Politicians, policemen and people in high ranking posts tell us to tell our sisters and daughters to not wear short clothes (like it really makes much difference), to not

I speak, don't speak. I often feel like stitching up my lips. I smile, I laugh, True feelings trapped inside. The words won't flow, my smile won't glow, Darkness, Darkness. All the faces I see, are a blur to me, I seek for familiar ones, the ones I know better than my own. I could just sit and cry, If that would help my aches dissolve, "It's all inside my head," I say I pause... Understand, smile, turn around. I can't deal with this right now. My feet are here, on this solid hard ground, My thoughts are wandering, seeking home. I wanna go, I wanna go... "It's all in your head," I say. Take a deep breath, hold it. Lose myself for a while, May be that's all I need right now. We usuall say, "Don't be sad" or "Be happy." But sometimes its better to say, "Don't feel. Just don't feel. Don't feel anything." Am not goanna feel. Just pass these phase, move on.