I bought liberty at the cost of life.
For the freedom to close my heart and eyes
on the glittering brightness of the world,
I said adieu to my remaining days.
Not necessarily though, I have died;
if one could proclaim, to breathe is living
and breaths stacked on laborious breath is life!
Do we only die with our final breath?
The desire to live is a common thing,
found in all life, static or on the run
and the desire to grow and replicate
but if that is so than from the moment
of my birth I have been barely alive,
for the ever gnawing emptiness, lodged inside!
Look at a mirror,
what do you see? Kohl rimmed eyes
that cast a dazzling look? A smile
that pales all that glitters in this world?
Cascading locks as dark as the night?
But do you see a human face?
Be a human first, if you must
attain the truest form of beauty!
Take no pride or joy
in an antisocial existence!
In a society, mostly comprised of
opportunistic and oppressive people
who oppose individual liberty,
has it not been always inevitable?
Eking out an existence like a shrew,
since the days of the lizard kings on earth,
later though, I saw how the others grew,
for me the line between nights and days blurred
into an incoherent congruity,
probably, evolution passed me by!
An abomination of Nature’s whims,
my brain has pectoral flaps and sinews
and nutrients come, not from what gets within
my wrinkled gut but from what my senses could
devour or nibble at in true liberty,
as a sovereign with taste, touch or sight!
How could I classify a disaster like that
and even if I had a class, how could I brag?
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!
I’m torn asunder in between
precious Liberty and prized Servitude!
Each of them is busy trying hard to bring
my heart under their potent spells!
On my right hand stoops Servitude,
prim and proper but in a borrowed suit,
alluring me with all his glitters, vain!
So should I be a slave again?
But Liberty stands on my left
uncouth and so unaware of himself,
with no redundant lure or extra charms,
still I’m drawn to his open arms!
I do not know to whom I should belong,
to them both or to Liberty alone?