Bully society?

Surfing through the movies page
A couple of promos got me
A gorgeous, dark, young girl
Was staring up at me, tears in eyes
“Why is everyone rejecting me for my skin?”

Next one was a perfect beauty,
Have rarely seen such a gorgeous dame,
This one was marble white in colour.
But… she too had tears in her eyes
“Why a barren woman is denied dignity?”

I felt like telling them, and their sisters
Who give away themselves too cheaply
Feeling overwhelmed that someone is an angel
Noble, kind beyond words to accept them
For they are dark skinned/ugly or barren.

The society doesnot decides your position,
Most of you are enough capable
Of forcing the society to treat you with dignity
It’s the scared, little girl inside you
That stops you, not the bully society.

Ways of world

A friend of mine asked me
How does it feel
To walk in the shoes
Of a single woman.

Well, if you are independent,
And travel around in limos
Can afford a bodyguard
Or live with your family.

Society doesnot bothers about you
And you don’t bother about them
You both ignore each other
And walk your own ways.

If you are a lost cause
Out there to entertain them
Half of them hate you
Half of them are crazy for you.

If you are a miserable one
Begging for their pity
They treat you like a cow
They feed you and milk you.

If you are independent from mind
Don’t depend on anyone
Then they try their level best
To pull you down and walk all over you.

They love to see a single woman
As an object of pity or profit
Someone they can use or abuse
They hate to be absolutely ignored.

But at the end if you tally
The plus and minus of singledom
You see that its worth all the scorn
For it means flying in sky.

Flying in the sky of life
Tasting every thing freely
Without any obligation
Without any chain around me.

So those scorns and fury
Ebb away from your heart
While you sit at your window
And sip your morning cuppa at eleven.

While peace surrounds your being
Love envelops your heart
World looks so beautiful
Just like watching children at park.

Single and happy

Another pair of eyes
Looking at me with pity
A part of my heart fumes
The other half smiles.

She is someone who claims
Her life is ruined, destroyed
As she has fallen in the hands
Of a drunkard, a corrupt man.

She looks at me and says,
“We both are ruined, destroyed.”
“I fell in the hands of a beast.”
“You could not find any one for you.”

I firmly say to her,
“Sorry I can’t agree with you.”
“I didn’t find someone
for I didn’t wanted to.”

“You count yourself as destroyed”
“Think whatever suits you.”
“But please don’t try to think
I am because I am happier than most of you.”

“I live like a queen free and happy
I don’t have any chains around my body, soul,
Above all my spirit is free
So how can I think my life is a waste?”

“I do what I want to
I live the way I love to
I act the way I yearn to
So I certainly am not destroyed.”

“I wake up and sleep when I want to
I dress up the way I want
I eat what I want; I drink what I want,
I am the queen of my life- not exactly ruined.”

Just a woman

I am just a woman
Just a human being
Don’t imagine anything
But that for me.

I am not a Goddess
I am not perfect
I am not an angel
I have vices.

Just like you men
I too can fail
Make mistake
Or walk tall.

I too may be cold,
Cruel, vicious, selfish
Any thing which you can be
I too can be.

Don’t disillusion yourself
About me
I am just a human being
With light and darkness inside me.