JUST BEING

Preface

This poem is dedicated to all the beings that have been living under the constant distress of being “different” in this ever judging society with no credibility of its own.
Not being born as a "straight" or if i may say - being born as a gay or lesbian is as natural as
that only a female can give a birth to new life not a man.

I got into writing on this particular topic, for a very dear friend told me to write something meaningful.

I started writing about it as a fun way of expressing a different feeling, however, the more I read and understood about the agony that the gay people have to go through and the constant judging of “others”,who themselves are a victim of this “arrogant” society, the more I felt closer to the saying
 “All you need is Love”.

I've written this poem from the perspective of a being who gets"normally" attracted towards the same sex.

Just Being

From morning to evening, she fights with herself,

She fights with that she never asked for but born with,

She demands to know, how is she different from them?

For she only has different emotions than others have.

She wonders what love looks like,

For it is difficult to explain.

They seem to justify it through gender,

Moreover, the marketplace is full of its venders.

Society Condemns her true emotions,

She wonders what her offering was during her creation.

Everyone tells her to hide her sexuality,

For it would be difficult to live under the constant scrutiny.

She is devoid of her right to feel free,

Caress her feelings and love thee.

There are others like her who still suppress the inclination,

She wonders what is anybody's offering in their creation.

Life seems to live on a bit,

Whenever she sees a loving pair dares to admit.

Love is a feeling with no gender of its own,

Why does she need to prove something to the world with no parameters of its own?

Now that she has spent her life in shadows,

telling not an iota and beating through the gallows.

She sees twilight of hope and equality,

For she sees beings with eyes laid on a beautiful destiny.

FINDING THE ONE

Eternal God

I look around and see the wonder,

Life seems to born out of thunder.

Pain defines peace, and hate defines love,

I wonder if that's the place I can find the ‘ONE’.

The idea seems to be illusionary,

But the rituals around it are termed compulsory.

Everyone calls the selective places sacred,

I wonder if that has initiated the hatred.

OH, ‘Supreme One’, why have you never showed up?

For I longed for you for so long.

My senses make me feel alive,

I wonder if that is what that did not let you arrive.

The magic of the moment whispers in my ears,

The mystery of the moment dazzles my vision,

Where can I look for and how can I hear from,

For ‘You’ never let my thoughts settle.

Everyone seems to understand ‘You’,

Yet no one has the slightest clue.

My heart beats, yet do not know how it's done,

Why haven't I understood that truth never slips through?

So much was involved in passion and determination,

I forget the faculty through which I see the creation.

Water doesn't need to quench its thirst and light doesn't need to shine on itself,

How can I say, You in me and I in You, is the creation itself.

PIECE OF LIFE

Broken


What do I look for,
Now that you are gone?
I ask the same to so many,
yet, the question seems to live on.

I quest for the acuity of truth,
The Truth that I used to realize in your eyes.
I quest for the warmth,
The warmth needed to remain alive.

The emptiness on the path that I tread,
reminds me of the sorrow I left behind.
I wonder why this spring feels so quiet,
for I never heard this silence before.

What do I owe you,
for you keep resurrecting.
What do I owe you,
for you keep frolicking with my feelings.

I contemplate and try to disentangle the knot,
The knot that keeps me tethered to you.
The more I try the more I entwine it,
for I try to find what belongs to you.

So now that I try to forget you,

the only thing that reminds me of you is 

“everything”.

TRAVEL STORIES

Spirited Wanderer

My soul wanders in the hidden places,

Places that are far and wide.

My feet tread the unknown path,

Path that remains undefined,

The luggage encapsulates the stories,

Stories that i write along the way.

I wonder what relation i have with beings i meet along the path,

for i see the life from the lens of my past.

The smile along the way captures the acceptance,

acceptance of my senses to cease to exist one day.

i wonder whether my words do justice to this feeling of ecstasy,

for words could never explain what this heart feels.

I look back and see the essence,

The essence of my own being.

My eyes see the beautiful questions,

Questions that still remain unanswered.

LAWS OF WORKLIFE

The Office


The Day starts with a yawn,

Feels so heavy, as if the day is already gone.

Wonders what compels me to drag this inconvenient self,

For I thought myself to be the free soul with a lot to excel.

Meetings and conferences seem to be eternal,

Conclusions are still the same and strongly general.

Grooming Calls take the rest of the breath,

Perhaps, water would not be sufficient to quench the dryness.

Innovation lies far from the table,

Repetition seems to pull all the cables.

I wonder if the repetition makes me perfect,

Strange answer mercilessly corrects.

Genuine appreciation is highly unlikely,

Baked cake of Promotion seems to be fuzzy.

Appraisal increment is difficult to decipher,

For I don't know how to manage and be a good survivor.

Then why?

I impatiently question to this inconvenient self,

For I thought myself to be the free soul with a lot to excel.

Answer does not always gratify the soul,

But certainly, the day feels not so long after all,

For I get to see the one who I've always been longing for.

Tiredness seems to leave the soul,

The moment I see the one I have been longing for.

Smirk on my face says it all,

The office does not seem to be hectic after all.