At the dinner table
“Well you didn’t have to wait up for me “, he pulled out a chair and sat next to her, ” you could have done your dinner earlier”.
“I didn’t” she shook her head , ” I am sitting here to give you company”.
She then served him rotis and curry.
” I know you don’t like eating alone”, she informed him.
He gave a lopsided grin at that.
You were the one, haunting my dream
I couldn’t just wake up and scream;
Identity of yours might take you away
But you would invade my mind anyway,
For them a decision must not be rushed
After all only a flower that I’m , meant to be crushed.
Conscience and consent, may not find a voice
Yet it is their way to me, I might not have a choice.
Culture we say shapes us and makes a man,
Can our culture be blamed, for an act so inhuman?
A sensation of going back and forth,
For as long as I remember,
Being so close to the top yet , very far from it;
I can’t exactly fathom the reasons,
By now I know the pain and can bear it without shame.
The pain of working hard,
It’s the pain of giving my best,
Where no stone was to be unturned.
The mind still doesn’t listen,
It plays the game of expectation.
And I always lose in the end.