Breaking Away...

It was a formal party

I entered wearing a suit

When looked across the room

I found people were so mute

There were no smiles

No tears were there either

Suddenly my phone rang

I picked it up and laughed

Laughed and howled

And howled and laughed

All the eyes turned towards me

I was like a devil in disguise

I saw anger in their eyes

I swear it was rage

I also saw some fear

They couldn’t hold their gaze

I opened my mouth to speak

And said

I am not mad, are you???

That is not the way it is

This is not a way to be

To laugh and to be merry

Is a kind of a catastrophe

Medusa had the last laugh

Nobody laughed since then

She was a witch so that is that

No one can claim that again

If you do you’ll have to burned

But you can tickle yourself free

If not Medusa then Meera be

Because either has to be the case

For ‘learned men’ for ages now

Have propagated this maze

Being any one gives the liberty

To laugh like someone possessed

As otherwise it is just you and me

You and me at our best

But I am not mad, are you???

I am no witch not even a saint

Though I like Krishna and even snakes

Because he is a God I like him not

But it seems he simply lived his life

Remember I say ‘like’ not worship

Because that is exactly what I imply

I am just me and no one else

And I sure like to chuckle

I roar and shriek and scream and howl

I snort and grin and burst and guffaw

I care not whose eyes curse me

I care not that I am no man

I am a woman both in and out

I am a woman and I still dare

Cast away this cliché you freak

Categorising us into – the old and new

Again I open my mouth to speak

Again I say

I am not mad, are you???

FREEDOM

Millions of days have passed away,

Many more months have gone by,

Still this ‘cultured’ society may,

Never stop asking ‘why... why... why...’

“It is not natural...

Stop this fashion...

What is this fusion?

Get out of this delusion...

One can’t live like this...

This is not allowed...

What will the people say?

Oh come on! Don’t frown...

This is not our culture...

This just flew from the west...

Just agree to what I say...

And forget the rest...”

Love is passion...

Love is blind...

But in the name of fashion,

When did it become a crime?

How is it against god?

Who is it, who decides?

Punishment comes in the form of a rod...

Only ridicule is what one rides...

A touch is still a touch;

A kiss, still a kiss...

It actually is too much,

When people their desires miss.

Stop living in clutches...

Stop it now, it’s high time...

Let them live in peace...

Leave them, it is their life... 

CHAOS

Years ago, once upon a time,

There lived a prince, named Crime.

He was not born, but chosen to be

As he was the only one who was so free.

He picked up a girl, later threw her aside.

Be it a virgin or it be a new bride.

He blew up places, that was his thing,

That is why everyone chose him the king.

He did not fear, he never cried.

Not even if he was served a human head fried.

He just barked though he was not a dog,

Nor he was that prince who once was a frog.

Devoid of emotions, of a heart and a mind.

None did I ever meet who said he was kind.

Be it little children, women, men or people old,

He was nothing to them – nothing but cold.

He cut, he stabbed, he also did kill.

Blood - only blood gave him some thrill.

Red is generally the colour but his was black,

Nothing could change him to send him off track.

‘Preserver’ was what he claimed to be,

Trained in torture actually was he.

No one could talk, no one could speak,

Rebel against him? Nobody had enough cheek.

It was a daily occurrence,

Daily was the disturbance.

Some did enjoy,

But most did nothing but cry.

He moved all alone, nobody even close.

When he glided along, everyone just froze.

Now is the time, get up and unite.

Unite together as now is the time to put up a fight.

To buy or not to buy???

It is a kind of a universal fact that women love shopping. Well, whats not to love??? :-) I mean is it our fault that women have a diverse range of products??? No!!! 


Question: Say a guy walks into a shoe store what will he ask for? 
Answer: Sneakers, formal shoes, floaters or at the most chappals.


Question: What can a girl buy in a shoe store?
Answer: Flat boots, high heel boots, ankle length boots, knee length boots, calf high boots, pointed toes in boots, boots with a zipper, without a zipper, gumboots etc. And this list is only about the boots. There are other kinds of footwear(with a lot of choices) too. 


My point here is don't blame women to be shopaholics. When there is so much in the world to buy, why resist? And besides don't men like to dress up and look good?  All those men who just nodded in affirmation, I guess its time for to come out of the closet and admit to the whole world that secretly men like to buy new stuff new. Don't know what to do about it? Well for starters follow my lead... Stand in front of the mirror and shout out loud - I AM A SHOPAHOLIC!!! See that wasn't difficult...

:):):):):)

P.S. : Writing all this makes me crave to buy something. So off I go...