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“Is this world only for men?”


I had many friends always, but one of them was a girl friend.
Boy friends are always boy friends, but she was only a girl friend.
She wanted to be with the boy friends, but she couldn’t be like a boy friend.
She wanted to become a boy and wanted to come with us always.
She was a girl but asked me… Is this world only for men?

She wanted to join with our night trips, but worried about her warden.
She wanted to jump into trekking, but needed a permission granted.
She wanted to drive on a pulsar, but all of us laughed just by hearing.
Thus she wanted to become a boy, and wanted to have our freedom…
How damn world is this, is this world only for men?

She wanted to have a liberty, from all the hazards of a lady.
She wanted to be like her boy friends, thought even a doctor can make her.
How dreary the life as a girl, She wanted to enjoy life like us.
Thus she wanted to become a boy, but she couldn’t fulfill her dreams…
How damn world is this, is this world only for men?

She wanted a lone trip to Mumbai, to attend her test and to come back.
But her mom heard a lot of stories…about city rape victim girls.
So she forced to plead to her sibling, who was nothing more… but a boy,
Thus she wanted to become a boy, but she is still been a girl…
How damn world is this, is this world only for men?

She wanted to go to the crowd and come back without any harm.
She doesn’t want to complain about any boys around….why?
She doesn’t want any equality… because she never been a feminist.
Thus she wanted to become a boy, but she couldn’t become it so far…
How damn world is this, is this world only for men?

She doesn’t want to complain about any dirty staring of men,
Because she knows no boys complain about any dirty staring of girls.
She doesn’t want to complain about any nasty comments of men,
Because she knew no boys complain about any nasty comments of girls
Thus she wanted to become a boy, but she couldn’t become it so far…
How damn world is this, is this world only for men?

Why should I come back before ten, that restriction not to my father?
Why should I call my mom always, that instruction not to my brother…?
I can not bear all these warnings, thus I want to become a boy.
Yes…thus she wanted to become a boy, but she couldn’t fulfill her dreams…
How damn world is this, is this world only for men?

“But, I didn’t have an answer”

(She was a nice friend of us, but with unfulfilled dreams she became a wife of somebody else, hope now the world is yours too…or making a world only of yours.)

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“Why so stressed”

I have tension, what may be the reason?
God, It’s so stressful, How to get out from this?
Life goes on and on, and it doesn’t care,
Whether you are in stress or good.

You can have your own ways, either in depression or in joy
Moods are changing time to time, but man need not have to die for that.
Tension can harm your mind and body too. Heart can not withstand with it,
A mind can go so crazy too. If you die or not to die, but things will happen as it is.

Stressing mind is distressful; it can harm your body too.
Modern life is so stressful and always make us distress too.
Love can make us distressful, and hate can make us distressful,
Loss can make us distressful, and a fail can make us depress too.

Your work can bring you nervous, your boss can make you nervous.
Your wife can bring you tension, your kids can also do that.
Your world can make you panic, you may want to escape.
But nothing can make you stress, if you are not willing to.

You can take your time as well, and you can do your best as well.
Rest all not in your hands; take that truth in your head.
It’s so fast our world always, and seems our friends too faster.
But don’t try to be faster than what you are already having.

Rest all depends so many facts, may or may not in your hand.
If you cry or laugh depends on your mood at that time no?
But things will happen always as what, how it supposed to be.
You can contribute your part as well, and wait always for the good will.

(An old poem which I wrote in my college days, just modified a bit)

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“Expectations”


She was a dream, or not…No, she was never a dream.
She was there somewhere around, Why do I forget so fast?
Why can’t I remember her… when I was a baby boy,
She was there somewhere around, Yea…was there…in the form of mom.

She had hard times for me, she hadn’t slept for me.
She had hard pains for me, where can I pay all my debts?
I used to get her milk, but never returned in bulk,
It wasn’t enough for me, I expected a lot more me.

She was there somewhere again, yea… in the form of my grandma.
She lost her all youth for me, and become a grandma, for me.
I used to get her blessings, but never returned any kissing,
It wasn’t enough for me, I expected a lot more me.

Why can’t I remember her…when I was a married man?
She was there somewhere around, Yea…was there…in the form of wife
She loved all my kids for me and grown them well only for me.
It wasn’t enough for me, I expected a lot more me.

She was there around to me, when I was in need of her.
She was there in my bed, when I saw her in my dreams.
I used to get her love, but never returned in lot.
It wasn’t enough for me, I expected a lot more me.

She brought a bunch of peace for me; she brought a lot of joy to me.
She brought a lucky life for me, and she left her home only for me.
I got a good deal with her, but never returned enough penny,
It wasn’t enough for me, I expected a lot more me.

Expectations never stop in me; sometimes make a stress in me.
Why should I be thinking this, when you are near to me.
Why should I expect all this, when you are there only for me?
But still I expect a lot for me, what I got is less for me.

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“Spoiled Girl”

Did I touch you, when I saw you first time?
But you were an innocent girl.
Did I hurt you, when I saw you next time?
But you were a cute pretty girl, no?
Yes, truly you were a cute pretty girl…

Did I do anything wrong, why did you run away from me,
But never I had an aim to crush you,
And never I had an aim to spoil you.…
Still who did that mistake? You or me?…
But the “spoiled” has become you only.

I did have a truthful love and I had a real attraction,
And I never wanted to spoil you, but still?
It wasn’t a fault of mine, but was a fault of them?
Still I ruined your innocence, no?
But why the “spoiled” has become you only?

You should have avoided me, or
I should have avoided you, but.
Was there any wrongness with us?
Again we did that same mistake no?
But why the “spoiled” has become you only?

You were too younger, than I thought,
But I too fell in a wonderland, then,
I can’t say what went in wrong, yes..,
You didn’t hate any attractions, But
Why the “spoiled” has become you only?

I told you all the stories, and
I gave you all the dreams too,
You forgot to safeguard you, but
I should’ve done that for you.
Still the “spoiled” has become you only.

You were a girl, with no stories,
But I made new stories of you, but
So cruel have I become then no?
Still I have no new stories, ha…
But the “spoiled” has become you only.

It’s all not because of you girl,
But because of your pretty face.
I hadn’t had a way out,
Somewhere to run and escape.
But why the “spoiled” has become you only.

You didn’t have any ways to go, god…
I too knew that very well girl?
I should’ve done something then,
But I didn’t have courage to do, ‘then,
The “spoiled” has become you only.

Do I have any curse of you?
No, I know you can’t do that, but
Why am I writing all this?…
Only to escape from your curse, no?..No..
‘Cus the “spoiled” was you only… girl.

We should’ve shared the wrong,
Once they caught us with their laws.
I should’ve done something good… damn!!!
I am still unspoiled and good…..am I ?
And the “spoiled” has become you only.

(An ode for the unspoiled girls, “I am” is not me…sure, but a few words about a spoiled girl in my vicinity)

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“Proud to be a House wife”

She wanted to become a professional lady,
She didn’t like the house wives, had been locked inside the home prison,
She was happy to see the ladies rushing in kinetic honda to offices,
She thought the life of them was more colorful,

She didn’t want to be called as a “house wife’
So she studied well in school, when others were playing,
She wanted to be called as an “executive”
So she studied well in collage, when others were watching serials.

She wanted to marry a business man,
So she refused all love letters from the handsome boys.
She never wanted to love anybody,
Even in her dreams also.

She wanted to be a good blogger too,
So she started scribbling something, only on her vacations.
She wanted to be like her aunties,
They are always in the lime light of parties.

She hated to learn cooking,
That’s only the job of house maids,no?
She hated to look after babies,
A nanny can easily do that, no?

God made her dreams come true,
She has become an HR in MNC,
Up to night in office, under the stress of loaded work,
Suffer the dirty jokes of boss, under the fear of a job loss.

House maids can do well in cooking?
But wasting the time for searching of them!
Nannies can look after well of her twins,
But disappear them every couple of weeks.

She was lucky to get a business man hubby, wasn’t handsome as the poor boys,
But now they meet only in parties!
She has become the lime light in parties,
But who can see the darkness inside.

Profession and business going on well,
But the fear of recession grasp always.
Life in metro is not so sweet,
As she was a village girl.

Is there any ways to be an ideal house wife,
No, there is no chance even in dreams.
She has become a blogger too,
And exhales her feelings in her blogs.

Now she is writing a blog about,
Being a house wife is not so bad,
But as great as being an executive
“Proud to be a house wife”

(Dedicated to my real house wife).

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“That’s a real wife”

I didn’t want to tell her that,
But she grasped it, without saying.
How did she do that?
Still unknown to me. That’s a real wife…

I wanted to tell her that,
But she blocked my mouth, before saying.
Why did she do that?
Still unknown to me. That’s a real wife…

I never used to love her words,
But she was writing to me endlessly.
Why she was doing that?
Still unknown to me. That’s a real wife…

I wasn’t impressed on her beauty,
But she was making it up for me effortfully.
Did ever she read my mind?
Still unknown to me. That’s a real wife…

I was rushing behind colorful mirages
But she was only walking behind my colorless shadow.
Why didn’t she loose her trust?
Still unknown to me. That’s a real wife…

I should’ve told her not to take chances,
when she took chances for me fearlessly.
How did she cross the struggles?
Still unknown to me. That’s a real wife…

I was always shouting unnecessarily,
But she used to reply with her tears.
Didn’t she hate my anger?
Still unknown to me. That’s a real wife…

I was busy building dreams for us,
But she was building a home for us.
Do I deserve to stay in her home?
Still unknown to me. But that’s my real home now…

I was flying in the sky without limits,
But she was trapped in my own boundaries.
Did she ever enjoy her life?
Still unknown to me. That’s her real life…

I wanted to destroy myself.
But she wanted to build me again.
You know why did she do that?
Still it is unknown to me. That’s a real wife.

I was rushing to reach this future,
Just to see my fallen past.
Am I deserved to be her husband?
Now it is known to me. I wasn’t a real husband…

(I should make sure, that wasn’t me!!)

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