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???