WE DESERVE NOT.

Image... image is what we care of, image is what we are scared for...

people who are not ready to risk their image for the sake of their leisure, deserve neither image nor liberty...

and now, I say, with sadness and shame.we girls do not deserve a relaxation of the curfew... we do not deserve to be equally treated. We don’t deserve to walk on the streets unscarred ...  we deserve what we are, who we are, were we are... we were not born like this... we earned it, with our silence, our negligence, our acceptance, our fright...

In the dark you all speak , thousand words to inspire.

 To provoke, to fight...your spirit on fire....

 In the light, your tongue sticks to your throat..

 With will -fighting against your image, your status, others bullshit thoughts...

To your mother you console, mourn the death of the undeserved.

But with peers you act, “dude, why waste our tears for those? ”

Shame on you, society, you deserve not what you claim to fight for.

Cause freedom is not for the feared, and liberty on you, is an eyesore.

We are scared, we  say, of the government , of the law..

But  you are scared of letting others know, what deep inside you truly  stand for..

There were people to talk for you... to push you, with promises of support.

You raise your voice, like a dumb idiot ass, only to find , this war to fight ,you were pushed alone...

You encourage us to fight for our right..

“You shouldn’t be treated equal girl, for you don’t fight “

Then one raises her voice, to be treated with silent spark.....

You don’t need to be a feminist, just have a beating heart....

You raise you voice, to walls with no ears,

You complain to the air, that has no words....

Your frustrations to those as hard as rock,

And scream out loud, “no one hears my voice”.....

But what happens to you, when you are given a chance....

A place to express, a place not to lie.....

Your image comes to light...”what will he think if i say whats on my mind?”......

You deserve not my dear,  what you claim to fight..

The sole purpose of man’s life can be bottled into a single word. Search. His need to search and fulfil his thirst for knowledge has kept him going for so long. He is always in a hunt. Like a nomad. A curios traveller. Exploring. The moment you find the purpose in your life; your life ceases to have a purpose of its own. 

SENSELESS TALKS...

It’s a crime to be different.unacceptable.sinful.its not the difference that causes the difference. It’s the fear of the unknown. What would he turn out to be? What if he makes life miserable? To be different is a suicidal. Feared, like a mad dog, set aloose.Feared. Cause a known enemy is thousand times more 'preferred' than an unknown friend. She was that friend. The unknown friend.

It had to stop. The faking. The lie. “Just swim with the flow”, “it’s easy. Look. Observe. And just learn from him! Left. Right. Left”. To where your soul inside might yearn to ask. But that question has bored itself, searching to answer thy self. Not  because of its lack of existence, but the fear of the unknown. The fear of the truth. Of what lies ahead. Comfortable with what we have. Maybe not great. Not even close to good. But atleast not harmful. Even if it was, we never complain. We never want it to change. Safer. The known.

But they never made any sense to her. Maybe it was part of the self-destruction they all warned her about. Maybe this was the path they told her not to stray in. The game that should be played for fun. The thought that should not be nurtured with questions. Question not. Think not, “why? “ , “why not?”.”Shut up your bloody mind”. Acceptance . Acceptance was the key to survival.