FEMINISM

You give us a day
And we are happy
We are highly satisfied and content
That, you remembered us,
That, you gave us a day of the 365.
We never do ask a second time
"Why don't you have a day?"
We are really too stupid to understand,
This gimmick of yours!
We really don't realize
That you give us just a day,
Keeping the remaining for yourselves.

Everyday, you stamp us down
Crush our dreams, our desires under your boots.
And then, on the 8th
Organize rallies, claiming our upliftment!
We do not ever feel you using us
Merely for marketing your goods-
Giving damn offers to celebrate the day.
And we, like beggars content with alms
Appreciate your effortless efforts.

Like a teddy in a kid's hand,
You play with us day and night
Injuring our body, mind and soul.
And then ironically soothe us through
by lovingly caressing the incurable wounds.
Ridiculous, isn't it?

Its humorous, how you first suppress us
And then cry for us to be fine!
Its literally funny
Why you 'intelligent' guys not realize,
That we need not be pitied?
That we can live ourselves?
All we need is a hand
To help us out of this euphoric quicksand.

This isn't a poem
 if you expect exaggerated emotions,
emotive embrasures...or anything of the kind.
This is what you know,
But never try to heartily feel.

Trust me...
I swear by anyone you ask me to.
"We would cease being feminists,
The day society ceases being patriarchal."

Hi friends...back after long...with a few more that I penned...Enjoy like always!!!

VOUS REVOIR

My mom said,
"He has forgotten you."
My dad said,
"You mean nothing to him."
My bro said,
"He used you for pleasure."
My sis said,
"He's mean, a fraud, a cheat."

And in my dreams I shouted out,
"I don't care of all your silly words."
When I was in my dreams
In my land of El Dorado,
When I was imagining spring in my life,
It was then that every one around
Had to talk all evil, all nuisance.

My brain knew well
That you were a dead past.
But my heart kept contradicting
My soul kept questioning
Of the legitimacy of your death.
I couldn't focus on why
'e' was equal to 'm' and 'c' squared.

The conscious 'me' knew, that
I had forgotten you.
The practical 'me' knew that.
However the illogical 'me'
The stupid, idiotic and stubborn 'me'
Refused to give in.

Viragoes all around kept repeating,
"He has forgotten you"
"He has trashed you down."
Misbegottens of all sorts gathered around
Pulling me deep into the sea of distress
When all I wanted was gaiety
And some peace of mind.

No bullets, but tears are all
I have for the emotive embrasure.
But my lacrimal glands seem
to have been choked
As tears no more roll down my cheeks...
Even when I need them the most. 

Somebody's Mother

So serene she sits
Her face wrinkled,
Her shoulders stooping down
With the burden of age.
She might be sixty
Or she might be ninety.
The world least cares, and so does she.

So serene she sits,
Her face on the rims of the broken window
A pair of glasses on her nose
Tied to her ears with a worn out string.
Her vision, blurred with senility
Mistakes my mother to be me.

So serene she sits,
Giving not a damn to the world around
Patiently waiting for someone, none know who!
Not a single teeth remain in her gums
But she greets each one of the passers- by
With a voice too inaudible
And actions quite feeble.

So serene she sits,
With never an expression of gloom
People say, her son abandoned her
Of which she has no memories.
Thus she never cries, never blames
But keeps laughing with her toothless face
At every other thing she encounters.

So serene she sits
Underneath the tree shadowing her tattered hut,
At times strolling in the unkempt lawn,
Bending her aged stature
On the stick that is twice aged.
It doesn't betray her
As does the world
...The world that forgets
That she had been a mother...
Somebody's mother.