I live under the weight of a burden.
A burden so heavy, that it has crushed my true existence
It has obliterated me.
And instead, another exists
Which is not me, not truly
But a shadow, a false self,
which exists to carry the burden
Just for the sake of it.
And every now and then
My obliterated self tries to revive itself
But as soon as it does
It experiences such pain being pressed down by the burden
That it dies once again.
And I wonder, if all my life
Is going to be this fight to revive my true self
Sometimes, I feel like giving up
And let the other self, the false self, exist
But the true one tries again
It fights, it fights, it fights on…
Self reflection or What a diamond means
I saw her diamond ring
And its edges and brightness pricked my soul
As I heard the cries of thousands of mothers
Who have lost their sons to the black depths of mines
And those wives, and husbands who lost each other so that another rich couple could show off their marriage, their status
Do we need a ring to be married?
Does a diamond mean that we love each other?
Is what others think about us so important?
Do they even know that the profits made will be spent to fund civil wars?
I almost feel a sense of hatred towards refraction
And I feel sorry that humanity is burnt to ash and buried in a stone’s shine
And I plead for self reflection
What does a diamond mean?
Let us not wait for death
Let us run towards it with arms wide open
For the flower that fades, first blooms
Let us sprint towards it, on our toes
As Bolt does towards the finish line
Let us fly towards it with our wings flapping vigorously
As Icarus did towards the sun
Let us rage against it
As Gandhi did against violence
Let us revolt against it
As the queen of Jhansi did against the Raj
Let us smile at it
As a lover does at its love
Let us not wait for death to come and claim our lives
Let us claim it with glory and in style
Let us rule over it
And leave our mark in eternity
Let us die with such greatness
That even after we are dead, our deeds keep us alive.
Those That Have Not
Does it not feel wrong
That I have got it all
What I need and what I want
and some haven’t, not even what they need most
How I live my life surrounded by comforts
And some have been denied their share of air
The universe is infinite they say
Yet, there are some who have been denied
Their share of space, their share of life
Is the universe so unfair?
Does it not have space, air, and grains for them?
I don’t know, it sounds a bit arrogant
but it bothers me a bit
Doesn’t it bother you?
Just a little bit
Think about it.
I’ve been loved and betrayed
Called a freak, fattu
I have been chased by people
I have been experimented upon (yes, imagine that, being someone’s lab rat)
I have been admired and made fool of
I have been rejected
I have been laughed at, made fun of
I have been unheard
I have been let down
And I survived all of that
With a straight, even blank face,
Sometimes with a smile and silence
Sometimes with an act of compassion
Sometimes with a rhyme or a song without music
And today, in this moment
I am still myself, honest to my existence, my god
And it is what makes me me
It makes me great.
If forgiveness could grant forgiveness
I would forgive all
But even if I can find the courage to forgive all
How will I forgive myself?
She knew she had to escape
There were two lives at stake
Her master wouldn’t let her go
He held on to her passport.
So she ran while he slept with his wife
Shivering, desert wind is cold at night
Until she reached her home in the foreign land
But her people treated her worse than strangers do
They charged her for absconding and put her in jail
Where she remained for nine days
In fear, that her master might find her
Desperate to get away
And she finally did and came back to her country
Where she lives in a tent on a field
And is constantly bothered about how she will feed her master’s child.