I want to be free

I want to be free

I want to be free and I am told I can be

I have a family who will take care of me

But does freedom actually mean that one can be free when one is protected

I wear a skirt that will fly with the wind and I love it because it makes me feel like a little girl on a swing.

But that’s not right, what if other men see me being so free?

My life may be in danger and I will be accused of distracting their attention.

That Is a crime I must not be seen to attempt.

I will lose my reputation and will have to bear the shame that I attract men.

I have fear in my heart and I pretend to be free.

I want to wear what I want to wear but I don’t want to be seen.

I want to laugh, run, skip and play...but then, what if I am noticed and become a prey.

I am afraid that the police will say that I am responsible for harm done to me

because I am born a girl who wants to be free.

I am attacked by some terrorists because I have a voice.

I am not supposed to be bold ... and hold my own.

I can threaten a large group of men .....only because I stand up to make my voice heard.

They seem to be scared of every little thing that I do.

Every time I stand for a voice that I have from within me and for many who are voiceless but true,

they fear that I will take control and will run ahead of them.

And it seems to me that their fears must be true.

I feel the power in my voice that can burn injustice and make things new.

They must be right when they want to control me because if I can rule the world and run it, there wont be much for them to do.

We don’t need them and they know that’s true.

I know I am bold and I can hold my own in a world full of fears if I am really really free.

But I want to be free, really really free even when I am not over seen by my protective family.

The Number Game

Why is there only a number game?

Do numbers prove progress or shame?

Do we care about the change we make?

Or we worry about reaching our targets?

Why can measurements not be done for minds that have changed?

Why do we only worry about millions reached and the material gained?

I always wonder how do we measure progress and how do we measure change.

Because I care

Round and round you go to make a difference you don’t know.

Do you think someone out there cares?

Yes, they do because I see them stare.

I see an amazement in their eyes that I cannot explain and appreciation in their action that cannot be vain.

So I go on making the difference I promised I would make.

Does my heart believe in what I do?

I believe I can change the world view.

Does the world have time to care?

It does not matter to me because I dare.

I know the world will change for a few because of efforts that I take

And a few lives would have lived in many a better ways

What it is to be a traffic police

I have to be up early so that I can protect little children who cross the streets to go to their school.

Then starts the mad rush of office goers, who all seem to be in a hurry and just don’t worry about breaking traffic rules and skipping red lights.

Orange light for them does not mean STOP....it stands for rush faster than you can before the red comes back on.

I see bikers skip and when I try to stop they wriggle and pass me by.

I see the bus so full always stopping and following just no rule.

I see people in the cars just feeling so safe and wonder to myself how comfortable it must be to just have a seat.

Its sunny or it rains, I have to be at the centre of the game.

There are no hours where I can let down my guard.

I have to be alert and attentive every minute till my duty lasts.

I wonder how many boys and girls want to grow up and be me.

I have a tough job they can all see.

Sun

Is there a Sun that really burns?

Is it as hot as one ever thought?

Is there life that survives on such degree Fahrenheit?

Is there just gas that can create so much rash?

Is there a gush and a crazy hot rush?

What if it rains and all gases go to vain?

Will there be a TOMORROW?

Why do I run?
Where do I have to go?
Will the Sun & Moon not be there
tomorrow?

Why do I rush?
What do I have to achieve?
Will all posts and positions tomorrow seize to
exist?

Why am I in a hurry?
Why do I worry?
Is there no one waiting for me tomorrow?

Why is there a hurry?
Why cant I learn to grow?
Do tomorrow I always have to know more?

Can I dance without music?
Can you see through me?
Will I be there when you are gone?
Will you be there when I am gone?
Will tomorrow have a new song?

What is life & what is love?
Why is everyone in such a mad rush?
Tomorrow will come and tomorrow will go we will keep
running towards the never ending tomorrows.

facebook Vs me

I have not posted pictures,
I don’t share what's happening with my life in every
passing moment
I don’t share my every passing thought
I don’t write what I am doing or what I am
thinking
Where I have been or Where I am
I don’t justify anything
I have a new day every day
I am occupied with a lot of things to do
A new thought, and an amazing idea every
moment
Amazing people and inspirational stories that keep me
going
and yet, every morning when I log onto facebook like a
ritual, I sense that there must be more to life......it hit me today that may be
I am not doing much with my life,
may be my doings, my thoughts and my thinking have not
been profound and engaging enough to share with the world.
So I felt like writing on my wall... but then..... I
know and I am sure that I wont be the 'who' everyone is.
I am 'me' and its not an unpleasant or uneventful 'me'
so I should let 'me' be 'me' and let the facebook phase pass.