Why?
I am strong, I am bold,
I am smart, that need not be told,
I am cute, I am naïve,
I am stable, I am brave.
I can withstand any pain or loss,
I do not cry, at least that is sought,
I can take care of everyone around,
I am the reincarnation of Shiva on ground.
I am intelligent, I am swift,
There is no mystery to create in me a rift,
I am the Master, I am the Lord,
There is no situation where falls my sword!
Stop it! Stop it, please.
It’s enough now, let me be at peace.
I agree I am stronger both in body and soul,
But that does not guarantee that I can never crawl.
I know I am supposed to be the shoulder, not head,
But, why can’t I be the one needing to be cared?
Since ages my role has been defined and taught,
Why can’t my roles be revised, the ones that rot?
Why is only “She” the deprived?
Come close, I will show you my scars, my eyes which cried!
Embroiled I am in the fabric all set,
It expects us to do what is right and what is best,
“She” is always the weaker, the suppressed,
The truth is, no more is the story so lopsided, so depressed!
I agree “She” might be the one more hurt,
But that does not allow my affliction to get blur.
I am stuffed with paradoxical words and rituals seen,
I am choked to see...my tears have no screen.
Things are not as easy as they look,
Dare to peep in, and you will see the torn book,
Book which has been tattered, battered and burned,
Its ashes remain, and we still bear the burden!
We commit suicide four times more than “Her”,
And still “She” is the only centre of the spur,
Love, Care, Rights are not only “Her” domain,
I also have a heart, which pumps blood through veins.
Why should I always bear the brunt?
Why should “She” be the innocent and me on hunt?
Why can’t I also get a voice?
A voice to say what I feel when the milieu strikes!
I don’t complain when “She” gets the Light,
But why am I left behind the dark drape with bleeding blight?
Why am I not understood, or seen or felt?
Why is there no one to step into my shoes, and wear my belt?
Why consider I have superiority complex,
When the truth remains that I too have my feeble reflex!
Thus, I won’t hesitate to say- I need an ear,
To hear my woes, my story, my arrears,
To see my wounds, those unseen blow,
To feel what my writhing heart sighs,
To be for once a Man, and see this Life!
To be for once a Man, and see this Life!
As Usual..Nice lines..Observation kafi achi hai teri..:P:P
ReplyDeleteU are strong, U are bold..
ReplyDeleteU can withstand any pain or loss..
U are intelligent, U are swift..
Repeat it! Repeat it, please..
You agree U are stronger both in body and soul..
But, why can’t U be the one needing to be cared?
Since ages your role has been defined and taught..
Embroiled U are in the fabric all set..
U are choked to see.. your tears have no screen..
Things are not easy as easy as they look..
U also have a heart, which pumps blood through veins..
Why should U always bear the brunt?
U don’t complain when “She” gets the Light,
But why are U left behind in the dark drape with bleeding blight?..
Thus, I won’t hesitate to say – U need an ear..
To be…., and see this life!
To be…., and see this Life!
one more addition to your rap music...
ReplyDelete"She" gets the light cause i only give her,
ReplyDeletei m the sun and "she" is the moon that only glitters,
its me who take all the burn,
and then again complains that i never get my turn,
i won't hesitate to say i nead a ear,
but then I only take my words away out of fear,
i need to be listen & i need to be cared,
but then my pride comes in the way n i get scared,
I too have heart that all the time burns,
But I guess “she” is interested in other pretty suns,
I guess my wounds my woes my arrears are too ugly to see,
And fire within me is better buried down in my emotion’s sea,
I understand that I only soully responsible for my sorrows,
As I have no one other to let them borrow,
Still in the end I feel no regret,
As to be a man I feel proud and all above,
I JUST FORGET
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Nice observation on MEN.. Speaks too much i way i feel
thanks!!;)
ReplyDeletewat shup i say!!!!
ReplyDeleteit makes u think abt men n then it also makes u realize the equilibrium wich is or can b created wen both r given equal respect....its nt onli ne section demandin it bt the othr section also wants to b an equal part of it....thoughtful lines...reali..
thanks dear!
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ReplyDeletehmmm...d one dat made u sit up at nyt? keep going...
ReplyDeleteu can also include some stereotypical icons of chauvinism in literature or mythology and present a role reversal fitting the reality of the tymz we're now living in. for practical example refer to the last(or second last?) section of meena kandasasmy's collection of poems.
er...why don't u try ur hand at verse libre or free or blank verse? it's a lot more convenient, sounds more mature and offers a wider range of expression...just a suggestion...hope u don' mind!
the message is fact.the idea is vague.the expression is thought provoking.overall a good TASTE!
ReplyDelete@nivedita: Thanks for the suggestion dear! will read about it a bit more, and see if it comes in my poems, as when i write i some how don't pay much heed to the style of the verse;)
ReplyDelete@shipuu: muah!
whichever way one chooses to write,it's always the best. after all, it's one's own. the very act of writing is rewarding in itself, isn't it? i always believed, it takes guts to write...it does...and that very first line...and then the addiction..
ReplyDelete"And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind. "
-Pablo Neruda
sorry,took too much space...but Neruda deserves it, agree?
fantastic......................>>>>>>>>>>
ReplyDeletesalute to you also >>>>>>>>>>