"War is over. Why are you & mum weeping, dad?
Come home, soon," says the kid over the phone.
"Yes! I will!" Hangs up the uncontrollably
Wailing soldier, while being too intimidated
To reveal the truth to the 6 years old
Daughter of his colleague whose mortal
Remains are lying before him.-
He thinks he is the most eligible bachelor.
She knows she isn't one in the mass that
Has made him add 'most' before eligible.
His inflated ego is her renewable source
Of laughter. A lot better than crude comedy.-
In a sexist World which provokes the mass
To denigrate women who judge finances
Of their life-partners, as 'gold-diggers',
Unwaveringly strong are those women who
Evaluate the socio-economic conditions
Of the houses they are going to spend
The rest of their lives in, instead of
Eloping with their underachiever men,
Like in old movies, and returning as
Carcasses packed in suitcases & caskets,
Like being headlines of recent news,
For failing to dower their men & their
In-laws, with their requisite luxuries.-
Once my hormones grow
Indifferent towards you,
No power within & beyond
This Universe, can trigger
Excitement on seeing your
Face in person & your name
In notifications. I'm subjugated
To my commanding chemicals.
They are my cherished deities.-
They kept her in low regard for finding
Solace in AI. 10 years down the line, they
Found one hand on their shoulders which
Were tired of carrying the heavy weights
Of divorce, abortions, domestic violence,
Infidelity & adultery. The hand was of the
Girl suffering from Pistanthrophobia, who'd
Be termed as 'Misanthrope', be their subject
Of scorn, because of having minimal trust
In humans they had invested emotions in.-
Classical novels teach you to set your bar higher,
With respect to the attributes of your spouse to-be.
Mass teaches you that having class is as fictional as
Having unicorns existing in the World. Just when
You're about to lower your standard to accommodate
Yourself into the mass, you find out the presence of
Narhwals. You safely go back to trust the classics.-
Discovering mirages has been the norm so much
That, receiving oases feels like finding mirages in
Disguise. They call it, 'Pessimism'. What they don't
Know is, humans tend to cling on to their joy unless
They are strictly taught by life, never to do the same.-
Your Mind might be cacophonous,
Running hundred thoughts in one
Minute, but you won't know how
Strong it feels after you let go of
Those who do not want to stay,
Instead of imploring them to stick
Around, just because you're either
Attached to them, or they qualify as
Desirable, meeting all of your criteria.-
Attachment climbed up
The peak smooth and fast.
I thought, it'd climb down
Smoother and faster. Then,
I got to know, physical and
Mental journeys, though
Knitted together, are made
Of quite different yarns.-
Sometimes,
I am eccentric enough to think,
"I won't have an issue with my
Daughter, 'Ms. Violin', doing a
Love marriage, if her suitor is
Someone from the royal 'Rubab'
Family, who is sophisticated
Enough to play raag 'Bhairav' on it.-