Yes, of course I am free to seek the truth
but were you, to abuse my undoubted trust
and of course I am free to determine,
what might have led you to make me a fool!
Human beings do not react differently
to similar things, unless the said mind
is in fact a chronicle of perversion
and nourishing it is its’ meanest form!
So, I too was tempted to generalize
like the procrastinated boy of Shakespeare
had proclaimed, “Frailty thy name is woman!”
or like witty Donne that all women cheat!
But that would be like saying all men are rapists too,
so I told myself, perhaps it was only you!
In the mirror, the image that I see,
the clenched jaws and eyes that stare back at me,
(if looks could kill, I know, I would have been
at least ten years dead by now but they can’t!)
I wonder, honestly, what do they want!
What might they have given that I gave not?
It is said that each human soul
is older than the universe;
so ancient, yet so naïve about
the greed and crooked ways of the world!
Will I ever grow older than
a day or two and less curious?
Once an earth nymph came and told me,
that she was in love and her heart
was mine, so long as I might live
but Death embraced me the next day
or was I killed, cannot remember now,
dying has become so natural of late!
Those eyes, night rimmed, each set in its ravine,
what do they hold against my solitude?
Why do they keep staring back at me, whenever
I look at them, unblinking, serpentine and crude?
Ten years ago, on this World Women’s Day
we took each other’s book and tallied influence,
a man and his wife, a wife and her man
but none more human than the other one!
Thus the game began on the checkered board
of life, the game of power dynamics.
I wonder if one ever wins in it,
except power in revelry, being wooed!
I had my firm gaze fixed on liberty
while she on an absolute dominance
but we both lost that day, I remember –
one a slave of the past, the other of future!
Perhaps all we craved for was a new start since the dead child
but beloved Destiny had other plans for such is life!
Safe behind the comfort of haughty walls
of mortar, brick and faith, impenetrable,
watching rows of human beings passing by
with blank gazes fixed in front of their toes,
while methods in the madness falling down –
you, me or one of them, it matters not?
We are after all evicted from the sea,
learned to walk on land only yesterday!
Kings, monarchs, emperors and presidents
have the comfort of palaces and guards,
while for the common folks like you and me,
it’s that of made up beliefs and ideas –
to indulge in the justified decadence
each more immanent than the previous one!