The game

Sometimes some things just happen. Whether for good or bad one can’t tell but when that enmeshed moment gets over and someday when you are alone, pondering over so as to what you have done so far, that moment, that memory reverts and along with it comes the angst, the insensibility, the fake ideals and dogmas which one consumes as oxygen throughout their lives. Taashi was one such person among the millions to have experienced such a horrible thing. For long she have been avoiding the voices coming from behind the door but the point was what possibly she could have done under such circumstances where everyone shared a common parenthood – the eternal couple of “pride” and “prejudice”.

She remembered the day when the voice behind that door got boisterous enough to make a child cry and to fill all orthodox males with their pride. Pride, of their manhood, of their bravery and what not! However, Taashi thought of it as a game. A game diligently framed. She was hoping for it to end soon as the game had already caused enough blue marks on someone’s skin. Taashi always thought that why does that woman have to play such a painful game? Moreover, why is it that there are no rules for her husband to follow? Whatever it was, it made Taashi cry and cry for so long! This continued for many years and all these years filled Taashi with an unknown frustration towards many things. One of which was marriage.

As years passed, Taashi grew. She grew with a different air. Whatever it was that made her different changed her entire world. She did not had that casual life or those casual friends who always pokes their nose in others business. She was too busy with her mind that she completely forgot about her nose! Anyways things never went smooth for her. She became one of those whose thinking never mirrored others thought. Whenever she saw a married woman she only remembered that brutal game and the very thought of that game makes her sick. The unwanted pride of her husband and unjustified prejudice of society left a brutal painting in her mind, which still bothers her.

Memory – a constant companion

Walking on road with my shadow behind
I saw someone, who I couldn’t find
Those words, those lips filled me with tears
My little grey cells took me in another sphere.

This world was brighter from the world I came
It had everyone who were just a name,
Those ‘names’ were standing in front of me
I asked God,” is this world for a wee”?

For my surprise I came to know
This world, this life will always grow
New people will come every year,
Eventually it’ll become a collection of tear.

This world was made from people of past
With whom everything was best,
It contains only joyful images
It prohibits all the deceitful voyages.

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The lesson of time…

Time moves forward but
Memory looks back,
Time welcomes future but
Memory stays packed…

Time makes us see
So many things,
It gives you the power
To see through those winds…

Those winds which you crossed
Without any fear,
Those winds which you fought
Without shedding a tear…

This new time, this new year
Gives you strength and a fear,
Strength of passing every wind and
Fear of loosing every string…

When it happens do not fear
Because strings of past taught very clear,
The golden rule to live your life
The impeccable truth from which you can’t hide…

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A very happy new year to all the bloggers😺