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“They”

 

They say

I didn’t fight enough

They don’t know

How my body aches

How my body has

Lost the feeling to

Feel the pain.

 

They say

I didn’t raise my voice enough

They don’t know

How my throat itches

How my voice has

Completely lost the feeling to

Feel the voice.

 

They say

I did not repulse

I did not revolt

They say the fault

Is mine.

 

I can’t blame anyone

They say

That I was wrong

And they were right

They were strong

And I was weak.

 

They say

My demeanor should be composed

My anger should be subsumed

They say

It is not a big thing

It is just a passing fling.

 

They say

I am the devil

I am my own fall

They say

I am the ill

I am the cause.

 

They say

I didn’t fight enough

They say

I didn’t raise my voice enough

They don’t know

My lungs gave way

Screaming into void

They don’t know

That my armor

Rests in peace

Fighting for my life.

Yet they say

I didn’t revolt

Yet they say

I was wrong and they

Were strong

They don’t know

That my blood

Distanced itself from my heart

They don’t know

That my soul embittered

On my body.

 

These “they”

Who are they?

Who are they

To make me the evil

Who are they

To judge me

For being the devil?

 

They don’t know me

Let alone my soul

They can’t judge me

Unless they can tell me

That they have fought

More than me

That they have

Screamed

Longer than me.

 

They don’t know me

They don’t know my battle

And yet,

“They” say….

 

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I still refrain to even believe in my rarest imaginations that I am anywhere near being a poet, despite all your comments on my previous posts. So, again I call this a vain attempt to try and write in as limited words as possible, and to express as far and as truthfully I can.

The fighting cows

There were two cows, fighting over a bag of plastic thrown callously on the ground beside the bin. They were struggling with their mouths to try tearing the bag so as to eat something out of it. The bag wouldn’t slit and the cows wouldn’t let go. I saw this for a full five minutes after which one of them just left, walking away and not even glancing behind. Just then, just that very moment a lady walked towards the dejected cow and provided her with some food, all sorts of vegetables and a few chapattis. The cow gratifyingly swallowed the food while the other one was still rebelling over with the bag of plastic which had nothing but scraps of paper.

It was a Sunday morning; I was sitting in my terrace garden surrounded by the beautiful flowers, shaded by the warm sun in a cold morning, sipping hot coffee when I was awarded with this atrocious match between two cows. Well, you may laugh but it was worth watching in that sunny morning and procuring a moral that we ought to learn so as not to obfuscate our lives. In the struggle of being so adamant and stubborn and trying to control our lives we have forgotten that there are some things that we just can’t control. However much we try there are few things which are beyond our measures and we ought to let them happen as and when they happen, we have to stop trying to get almost everything. That is not the plan, sometimes letting go may find you something better, and something way more than what you were pining for.

Just this one time why not try and let go instead of trying too hard to have it all. May be something way better is waiting instead of something that we have to settle for. Just this one time?