Saturday, April 16, 2011

She- A woman!

She is just a girl…a girl in her youth…an age when all a person want is to love and be loved. And what is she doing? Crying. Why? She had a fight…a fight with the people she loves the most. A fight she is fighting for them. When will they understand that she too has a heart. She too gets hurt. She is just not a machine to fulfill all their necessities but a human being. Is it her mistake if she can’t express her love and care she has for them? Is it her fault if she not complains for things she don’t has! Why does she always have to fight for the things which are not hers’? For the things she wants to do for them.

Look at her for once. Behind those cold eyes are the dreams she once saw. Dreams to fly…to love and be be with her dream man. She believed in fairy tales…in Cinderella…in the existence of mermaids. They say dreams never come true. That life is cruel. That it snatches things away. What things, they never tell. What cruelty, they never mention.

But today…today is a reality and not mere fantasy or dream. Today she knows what cruelty they talked about…what things they never mentioned. She doesn’t want to fight anymore. Not for them…not even for herself. She just wants to go someplace far from here…to fulfill all her dreams….to live the way she wanted…to lose herself in some unknown place. For once she wants to cross all forbidden boundaries. She knows the secret of her body. The beauty she hides from the world. Her Love. Her Madness. Her hope. She wants to break all the shackles and fly free…with no boundaries, no one to answer her deeds. For once she wants to forget all she knows and wants to know the unknown. For once she wants to be a woman she always wanted to.

And for once she wants to sing out loud:

There’s no time to lose
I heard her say
Cash your dreams
Before they slip away
Dying all the time
Lose your dreams and you
Will lose your mind



Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Perhaps, that Girl should give up being what she is not and just for once, live on her own, in her own way.

The last lines are beautiful.

Blasphemous Aesthete

Mansi said...

Wishing and living are two different things!
I still want the same for her!
Thnx :-)

विवेक Call me Vish !! said...

nice post mansi ji !!