penned: bshubhamb
humans like control - don't we?
nature built mindless rivers, free air -
oceans without boundaries, and me -
i was never free though, none of us are free -
we are trapped by culture, religion, laws -
we are designed to fit into a mould designed by others -
it's still okay, i guess, the need to control -
but, things change when the mould isn't enough -
when you want more - when you fall in love -
it doesn't have to be with a person, things hurt too -
maybe your dreams flow free, while the mould doesn't
in my case, i fell for a girl -
our mould says it's okay to be in love -
but it says it with an '*' -
conditions applied, - she should be a Hindu -
should be educated, should be 'sushil' -
thousands of years, and no one could define love
but somehow they have done it.
anyway, as you can guess i fell in love -
with a girl, sorry - 'Christian' girl -
if you know my work, you'll know i love dead people -
so, someone does die in this story too -
it was a Friday, bright, but rainy -
teasing the dilemma we faced -
i wanted us to run, she wanted to us to face them
we went to her father, he threatened to kill us -
but mine, pointed the gun at her -
i pushed his hand away, he pulled the trigger -
he shot my mother, we ran away -
we ran to the river nearby, even considered jumping -
then decided to get married -
i have written this in a very abrupt manner -
you might say it doesn't feel right, there's no flow
there's isn't a rhyme, there's isn't any value -
but that's how i feel about society.
