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Her Skin is Not Who She Is

Before you judge a woman for her colour or her scars, maybe you must remember the skin of your own mother, her love, her smile, her wounds, her cries, her sacrifices, her surrendering moments were all so vast that probably for most of us, she’s the first woman who was perfect in her flaws.
The girl you judge might be for you a moment, a passage of time, a life that doesn’t matter but the same girl, the same girl cried several nights trying to find her own soul and check whether it has a light or it too is a lie.
The same girl let the tap in the basin make louder noise than the cries of her heart just because she was scared of being judged a little more.
The same girl might have fought unknown battles against something she deserved to fall in love with.
Before you judge a girl for her skin or her face, would you not like to fall in love with the thought that her face had galaxies resting upon it, maybe she knows it and maybe she doesn’t.
Would you not like to fall in love with the thought that she too might break every nerve visible through her skin into laughter one day when serenity touches her and sets her a little more free.
Would you not like to fall in love with the thought that despite her flaws, she too is a journey through her own valleys and rivers, she too is a map to somewhere inside her soul.
Would you not like to fall in love with a thought that when each one of us stop looking at just a face, we would start reading the wholeness of a soul beneath it.

~ There’s a lot more than you can see on the surface

Empty a little much more

Have you ever sat with books all around?
Words of her,
The airborne bird
Or the enveloped whirl,
All that she would whisper
And all that she spoke out so loud.
Things that she said to the world
And things that this world had told her
All her life
All her years.
In words that touch lives today
Product of many other lives,
Speaks to them straight on the face
The sunshine
And the moonlight
She questions it all.
Fires back at those who had once fired her.
Sent myriads of picturesque love
To those who made her the hurricane.
She didn’t apologize for any thing
Only for, she never felt it,
After all, hurricanes never are sorry.
There is no way she could find
Plain and sane.
In the realms of that which constrained her
She was drowned,
Because the way to carefree falls
Was in those conceited walls.
The story of her escaping
Is not for the meager souls
Its for the risers and saviors,
Who on the brim
Still search for the line so thin
That divides love from sin.
I belong to this story because
In her struggles and walks
Agonies and wraths
Talks and mocks
Thundering and throbs
I smile and cry,
And I sew the narrator
In my eyes, with my own heart.
I feel engraved in the words
Like a huge ocean
Blue waves all around
And I float and float and float
And float some more,
For a while or longer
Because I want to drink too much
And I feel empty a little much more.

Have you ever sat around books?
He says he loved and broke.
Before the breeze of love
Had tangled him in her arms
He says he was like a diamond.
Rigid and glistening.
But then, oh then,
Who in the turf of love
Has remained how they had begun?
And he from diamond
Was found bruised to scraps.
And now he plays and plays
Like a toy with his self.
Oh yes, they still shine.
The little pieces,
But in each of that bit
Is a foul smell,
In each of it he finds
A dark and white rainbow.
The pieces still shine
And he still plays.
But he says to his readers
He says to me,
With voice choked with coal
Like a big lump,
Making him heavy.
Like he is not standing
But tumbling down to the ground
More and more.
Like the ground is now
Swallowing him.
Before he reaches the grave
Before he weeps and he says,
I have died not of life
But love.
Tender arms of my beloved
Easily could slay
The life of a man
Who thought every day
To make her happier
Than every yesterday.
He ends it at his grave.
And my thoughts have begin from there
To smile at how he could love
Or to mourn the death of love.
In his tears is their any salvation?
Did he succeed to still say in the end,
Oh you my reader!
Love more and more
Love better each day.
Or did he say to me
Love no more,
For the pieces will shine
But no one will ever again
Look at you the same.
No one will feel your charm
And say,
Oh wow! You are diamond!
In the glitter of the diamond
I lose myself tonight.
Because I want to drink too much
And I feel empty a little much more.

Have you ever sat with books all around?
An old lady courted everything possible,
Her face wears all the lines
She wrote in her diary.
Her hands has a smell
Smell of the food she made.
Her legs still look like
They will begin again
Any journey she would ever want.
Her husband sitting beside her
On a small stool
Holding her hand.
After a century of the living
They made
They stand on the gate
Of their one life.
They didn’t call it two separate lives ever
Wept and swept all together
He whispers something in her ears
“Remember, the first kiss?”
“Remind me once more,
Make it also the last one.”
She said.
In each others arms
They slept together.
Together they went.
Together they were taken.
In the flight of love as this
Can I not just dance.
My footsteps won’t move,
They will sway
Because in will dance on the music
That only they could play
Oh in the light and in the dark
I after reading them
Still find a ray
I walk along this light
Because I want to drink too much
And I feel empty a little much more.

Because I want to drink too much
And I feel empty a little much more,
Have you ever gone through this?
This feeling of being taken away
Away in worlds too many
All together
So much
Feeling so breezy
Have you ever talked to dead people?
Oh, I have!
They tell me tales.
They tell me things
Essential.
They tell me things like
Reader, I married him.
When she said to me this.
I had felt she declared to me
The decision of her life.
The only treasure
The only blessing.
She shared with me her tears and heartbeats
That moment
She gave to me.
Has anyone from a world unknown told you
That you are beautiful?
And I?
I believed only when they had said.
They said to me
To live like no ordinary
They told me to fight
And never get reduced
To stay and yet flow
They had said.
You are strong
And that is enough.
Don’t go for pretty.
She won’t die in hearts.
She would die like everyone
In a grave of cement.

Have you ever felt those humans
They talk only if you feel.
Only if every time you lift them up
You give them birth
And you breathe with them.
This magic will then belong to you.
You will fly away
From all that you hate
Any second, like in those fairy tales.
Make it yours
And try it once,
Once.
And you will die never.
Because lives like these
Even after death are saviors.
With them I swirl, curl, whirl
Like a river
These oceans I seek
In the end I belong to these.
Because I want to drink too much
And I feel empty a little much more.

Come to the mirror

 

In the midst of a swarming bus
You will meet across hundreds of men.
They might stink,
Oh no! Not from outside
They will stink in their eyes,
In their minds
In their ways
And in themselves.
But, oh miracle!
You still won’t know the secret of their reeking.
They are too pompous of this stinking animal in them.
And please,
Please dare not think that this stinking miracle
If proves to be your bane,
Anyone is going to break for you
The window pane.
Oh no no!
Girl, dare not think of any perfume
That will take away this stinking miracle.
Because those who have it want it,
Those who don’t
Have never told.
Do you see their hands on your chest?
Oh don’t tremble.
Please don’t.
Nothing but affection they say,
Affection to let you know
How beautiful you are!
The stinking miracle is so affectionate my dear,
So, now you need no perfume for it
Do you?
What did you just see?
Another hand on someone else’s butts?
Do you have to speak?
I have taught you, don’t quarrel on road.
Oh my dear, stay obedient
I know you will not speak.
Quiet for yourself
And vocal for others,
You talk funny, my love!
Such a saint was never born
You keep smiling and never frown.
Go to sleep and think of nothing,
Life is so striking and you will just pass.
Like your people did
Who belonged to you.
You can’t ponder how many untold stories have they died with.
Because, you are taught
To not brood over.
Oh now in the dreams, you slap the stinking animal.
First who touched you
And then the others.
But why slap affection, you fool!
You know this world needs too much of this.
Oh Jesus! Look how your mind shouts back at that animal
At all the stinking animals.
But thank god you only howl in dreams!
God made you lucky woman, my child!
My brave child again goes in the same bus.
Now she does not yowl even in dreams.
So well, she has settled with the stink
Exactly like a bird with broken wings.
Oh no! Please don’t applaud for me
I know how well I have brought her up.
Look at her strength you folks!
She knows to settle down in a gutter
Full of various stinks.
Come here! Come here!
I will give you some gossip,
I just heard the girl next door
Oh my lord!
Mercy my lord mercy!
Mercy on fools.
The girl next door was raped by the watchman.
Oh no no, the watchman was a stinking animal
Allowed to be pervert.
The girl had no strength
To settle like my lovely daughter.

And here I declare the wisest of all mothers,
Tell your daughters to compromise
Or else the watchmen are free to move
They are bound to groove.
After all, with whom otherwise,
Will they share their stinking miracle with?
Why shout like the girl in the English songs?
Teach the girls,
To change this bad omen into melodious form.
To paradise or to hell
The way is in our hands.
These rebels are born
Exactly like sands,
Keep them always
Beneath the shoe soles
Sew with needle all the holes.
This is how I teach you
To remain in this gutter.
Let’s not forget today
The years we have spent to discern the stinking miracle.
Teach all the same
Inspire with your own lives
The minds of the young ones.
They should not find anyway
Out of the junk.

And you my lovely daughter,
Come let me take you somewhere!
Sit, look at this in front of you,
The beautiful mirror.
See, how it enhances the glow of your fair hands,
Oh your charming smile
Your curly hair.
With millions of gems and dollars and pounds,
A tall gentleman, I will send.
Mesmerized by your beauty,
He will take all rounds
He will faint and get up,
To hold your hand and say,
Oh lovely woman!
How many hearts did you break
Waiting for me all these days.
What say my dear daughter?
Have I not written the best fairy tale?

Oh yes! Mom.
You taught the best and you wrote even beyond.
But there is an unknown folly in the tale
Listen to this, what I am to say.
I am not virgin, my dear mother.
Chastity which you told to make my pride,
Oh! I feel apologetic my big lady
I think I have lost it in all those rides.
Those rides you said to go on each day.
You had said settle down with the stinking animals.
Oh mom! How could I have told you.
They settled at the cost of my chastity.
I was raped, mother.
No mom, they were miraculous, right?
So, their eyes could rape.
Hundreds of eyes have my chastity,
Not even together
In one thread, lady.
All eaten apart,
Like flesh from my body.
Mother, you taught so well
And you wrote beyond.
Come, sit and look at this mirror.
In your face I see so much,
I fail to say in words.
Look mother,
Talk to the mirror.
The mirror now orates your legend.