Taken or Not.
I can empathize.
While watching the Hollywood Blockbuster, “Taken” where a father, a former CIA operative moves heaven and earth to save his daughter from a prostitution racket in Paris , I wondered, ‘How many daughters’ fathers are CIA operatives who can fight the world to save their daughters? Who can break bones, shoot people and jump over the bridges to ensure the safety of their daughters? Why do men react only when it comes to their own daughters? And sometime they don’t even do that.
My selfish desire
Was like a barbed wire,
Why did the people object
Made fuss, condemn and reject?
Isn’t clay lifeless, sans the act?
My selfish desire
Was to be in such an attire,
Grieve not my kinsmen
but just look around,
Behold! I’m reborn
in this cremation ground.
It wasn’t me
Be caught in chains of mental slavery,
and then call it an act of bravery?
Only if we could free our warped minds,
and listen to the rhythm celestial that spellbinds.
Our little prudence first made cruel rules,
and now we ask, ‘weren’t we fools?’
We incarcerated ourselves into the cage,
A moth is sacrificed to the candle
and for the thirsty a spring,
A true lover is a sacrifice to the loved one
be it a pauper or a king.
For being in love
no one can give the reasons,
I measured time between his absence and presence,
I tried to listen to my heart
That was not ready to part
And now I measure time that prolongs our distance.
Like a lunatic, I waited for the full moon,
It was hard to be left behind
Do we really know
What we are fighting for……………….?
………….. Dressing up like men?
Or……….Drinking and smoking like men?
Cheats connived to fleece my fortune,
Drums beaten to sully my name,
Hounds unleashed to lick my flesh,
Blood deceived to bleed my soul,
Let’s transfigure ourselves into Phoenix,
To let our endings and beginnings mix.
Let love be no longer the villain,
But our consort for ages million.
Why women are not good drivers?
As we were getting late for a party, I hurriedly locked the doors behind us after picking up the car keys. When I opened the door of the car to get into the driver’s seat, my brother asked for the keys to drive which I reluctantly handed over to him.
I sat next to him, as he drove, with something stuck in my throat that was desperately wanting to come out .He must have driven a hundred meters only, to discover a traffic jam because of a car stuck due to the incompetency of the driver to reverse and park it.