Half a year I couldn’t talk to you…
I dread a conversation now that I can.
I got no answer for how I am
Or have been all this while.
I am reduced to be a memory
No one knows I still exist
I have no words anymore
I falter at your questions
Grope around to find words
But all is dark and I find none
I run away!
Busy, bustling, daily chores
A life full of demanding more’s
Ah! The clock goes too fast
Just can’t do enough!
With hands full, I hear a call
A familiar, cherished voice
somehow it felt different
So wrong, painful
I look back, the source of the voice
Dad crumbling, drenched in sweat
something seems utterly wrong
the panic on his face
I run, trying to get a hold of him
save the fall, the anguish
But midway something hinders my run…
A chain round hand.
I try jostling it away
breaking free and going over
somehow seems too strong
Ah! What do I do…
Somewhere I comply, negotiate
I get timeouts and return back…
like a dutiful slave!
Many times we come across people who are accustomed to getting respect. As if they have some inherent right to it irrespective to their qualification for the same. And to satisfy their ego they demand of people to show them respect. Guidelines are laid. Rules. Shoulds and shouldn’ts. A pre-agreed behaviour.
But all that these people get is fake. A compulsion. Because they forget that to get respect from someone is equivalent to win their heart. All they earn is people’s loathing. Disregard. And the wishes to have minimum interaction with such people.
They forget everything cannot be demanded, some things are meant to be worked hard for. Only when you are true and humble would the universe reciprocate.
Only when you touch their souls do you earn their respect!
Mita de apni hasti ko gar kuch martaba chahe
ki daana khaak mai mil kar gul-e-gulzaar hota hai
All her life she had to seek permission from family before undertaking something or making a decision. And now she was getting married.
She asked whether she would be allowed to work after marriage too. The answer was, “That is for your husband to decide”.
All her life she is dominated by someone. For one part by her parents and family and for another by husband and in-laws. Why cannot she be treated autonomous?
In a marriage both partners hold equal responsibility. It is not fair for only one partner to take all the burden and responsibility on oneself. Then why should wife be accountable and husband free? If males can do as they wish without seeking prior permissions or even without informing, why can’t the lady?
In her mind someone screamed, “I am not sold!”.