The Balancing Act

“Why some people have it easy without having to choose, while others suffer no matter how hard they try to make it better is beyond me” These are the words of a financially independent but emotionally scarred and vulnerable woman who wrote on IHMs blog and there was a plethora of people advising, sympathising, empathising, admonishing. Well, the easiest job one can ever dream of is advising others, and asking innumerable, hard hitting questions. It is very well taken that all these questions are asked in allegiance, as in showing a solidarity to the victims suffering. But as this girl rightly asks above, some people has it easy and some people never make it inspite of trying hard till they crumble and wither away. Not every woman is born with the power to resist domestic violence or to revolt against the daily sufferings, for every bold decision taken by a woman it has to have to the support of three things, all together or just one of it would suffice and that is Money, education, ...

Long ago in a faraway place Loneliness crowded around It stifled on the two stairs It teased the jasmine flowers And it cornered and huddled Around a tall coconut tree Bearing orange coconuts Tender and attractive Hot wind blew below it And the sleepy afternoon bled green The pineapple bushes swayed Light tender parrot green Spread on to the paddy field Across the paddy field Lay the railway line Bringing along a goods train Sometimes coughing sometimes running And the odd passenger train Brought along a bounty of colours Brown of the train, colours of the clothes Of the strangers who waved from afar Happy and sad , may be at a reunion Or a separation Bringing along a tinge of excitement And a flurry of hands waving Stopping midway of planting saplings Or mending the field As dusk falls, lanterns glow a burnt yellow Lamps adorn the front yard Bells of cycles fade away Croaking of frogs building into a crescendo Pitch darkens envelopes the well and the surroundings A lone tortoise slowl...

Sometimes I yearn to shrink into nothingess To become a void, non existent Or to become something or somebody Who can pretend not to be there Just let things go by just as it is Not to ponder, not to ruminate, not to plan And not to feel good or bad Not to wallow in self pity and not to shine In a self induced halo Where is the balancing act Has it disappeared or is it a very difficult task I do not know, I just wish to disappear Into nothingess or let something cover me up From head to toe and block my ears Seal my eyes and ask that heart to stop Just stop pinning up hopes, holding on to broken things Hanging on to a thread , yet daring to look below To frightening gorges and dark deep valleys And looking above, finding nothing, Only scattered blue and white Sometimes turning into monstrous grey Will power, what is that, is that a myth Or just a concocted story Made up by people who had to go through Hell and never look at hope and still could never Shrink, shrink back to nothingness...