No clue!

She knows what she wants

She's clear in her thoughts

Mostly mused in the problems

She isn't confused

I was part of that life

That seemed beautiful 

But what happens when I'm not there

Will things change I'm not clear

It's good to know her life goes on

She knows she has to move on

While I wait here 'coz I think it's true

Shedding those tears while she has no clue!

The confusions

The runaways

The castaways 

The throwaways 

The acceptance 

The process

The pleading

The rejection

The guilt 

The anger

The crying

The tears

The determination 

The waiting

The tiredness

The giving-up!

Importance of being a housewife

I wonder this all the time. We all have seen women who work outside as well as home and those who work at home. Those who work outside of course derive happiness from work. But the women working in big cities are handling too much, no one can disagree to that. But what happens when they are home, when they choose to be at home, when they are forced to be home, or when they retire. This applies to men as well. All this while they were running having such busy lives. They were driving to work, or traveling, working hard in the office in the rat race everyone is running and then coming home to regular tasks and then again planning for the next day. There is no time to relax or to spend time with oneself. Whatever time we get we plan to do more things to keep ourselves busy. Again my point is what happens when we're supposed to stay at home for sometime. We feel lost and think about the objective of life. We are so used to this running around that when the pace of life reduces we don't understand what to do. 

When I see these housewives I see the simplicity of life. Of course they have dedicated their lives to their family. To their working husbands, their growing children and they too feel lost when children leave houses or other things change. But do you notice the difference in pace? Housewives are better managers, in the things they do all day when they have work and things they can do when they don't have work. The way they can plan a day and have peace with their lives. I am sure if we see the statistics of stress level amongst working and non working women the results will be pretty skewed. I am not saying that to have a better, easy and stress-less life women should not work but I feel it is important for everyone to try from time to time to be with themselves, to know how to spend time when you have nothing to do. That doesn't mean we go for a vacation and feel that if we can spend time alone on a vacation we have done it but to understand ourselves in our daily lives, in the same set up. When you can do that you're free from your own bonds. I feel that there's lot to learn from a housewife; to know we don't need running around artificial things to see our value in the world and value of life. 

Dead

Waiting may not be too long

The endless wait that it may seem

May end too soon

But is it worth it?

Is it right?

To get what you want in isolation

Is it worth the sight?

The world cannot understand 

The world cannot make peace

With themselves they are unhappy

Trying to gather their own broken piece

If I am ready to wait

What makes me anxious?

And I ask myself again and again

Is it important to be righteous?

This life may seem a dark tunnel

Walking in the hope we don't break our head

In trying to please everyone 

Are we gonna end up dead?

A puppet of clay

It made her sad

It made her sullen

but she could have done nothing

She herself held her head to that pistol

She worked for it

and tore herself apart

She knew everything will end there

But she hoped for a beautiful start

She let it go

She let it be

For all the beautiful things

She hoped to see

She killed herself every day

To rise from the ashes

and again become a puppet of clay!

Why?

I look at the mirror

And I see myself and ask

Who are you

What you need

Is this everything that defines greed

I look at those words

Written by me

Do they have a direction

Do they have any meaning?

I look at those faces

Painted by me

Why is there pain and sadness

In everything that I see?

Other side

There are parts of your memory
You want to rub away
If they weren't there
You'd not have to bear
So much of pain
But then you think about it
Every pain has a good memory associated
and you think, no!
How can I let it go?
How would I feel if its not there?
If its not part of me?
How would I live
If I never knew that?
and in all this thought process,
I, once again accept all the pain and misery
Because I'm afraid of the pain and misery
On the other side!

Chaos!

Large walls on the side of the road

We jump up and down to see what's inside 

While we're scolded by owners 

But we're thrown on the sides

By the owners of the cars

Honking 

Asking us to move 

The sun is harsh

And the road is burning

It's like everything wants us

To go inside

In those moments 

I'm torn apart in

What is expected of me

What I should do

What I want to
To bring clarity
To the chaos!

Sunny Day!

Sometimes your mind is just empty
You have things to look into
But your mind goes back to
What was
What used to be
what could be

You search online for any glimpse that's possible
You search your saved files for moments
You hate yourself for doing that
You don't want to create new dents

The search doesn't give you peace
it makes you more miserable
They take much more from you
Compared to what they bring to the table

You sit in chair
Looking at the wall
You look at the emptiness
Nothing to see at all

You become angry at yourself
For behaving in this way
You create darkness out of,
A full sunny day

Rhyme

Being alone in yourself
In your world
And in your dreams
You are curled

Being one with yourself
Sewing the parts of you
which were torn to pay the debts
which were due

Being lost in your world
Which seems meaningless at times
and you sing a soulless song
With nothing to rhyme!