The Suppressed She

She is not finding the ground to stand. To stand with sole authority, pride, and possession. Nothing belongs to her in these vast surroundings but all the chains, sadness, and phobias. She is the most manipulated being, manipulated with the sweet name of Love, bounded with the label of false protection and fed to be kept suppressed. She is defined and ranked by the superior beings for own benefits and oppressed to be acted upon the set rules otherwise she would not be identified as a fine being. She the inferior being is assigned with the duties, the sole condition to fit in the society. The poor being who is shielded only to perform what couldn’t be done by the dominant beings.

Up to now who has understood her true nature in this Modern era. The fragrance of her innocence is not smelled yet by those beings whose sense of smell is blinded towards her aroma. The passionate fire in her soul is always extinguished and never lets to be satisfied based upon what she craves. The inner wild child residing inside her is imprisoned always so that she never touches the peak of contentment and happiness. The freeways that are built-in her heart and mind to achieve something are always blocked by those who take her as an inferior being. She is not recognized as an individual up to now neither she has provided with the rights and individual beings deserve.

Her self is rather compelled to be defined and known concerning the superior beings of this society. Her freedom is always snatched by those subjects who treats her as an object for their interest. She is always forced to bargain her true self with a selfless self thus serving the dominant beings of this society otherwise there is no place for her in this surrounding.

If this is not the case, if she is always kept in the society like a bud in the leaves, if there is no discrimination or if there is her existence everywhere they why this oppression is everywhere.

Why she is suffering and facing the acid attacks?

Why she is tolerating the evils of domestic violence?

Why she is being treated as a toy by the superior being and manipulated with the bitter sweetness of love?

Why she is screaming everywhere after harassment and abuse with a suppressed inner voice?

Why she is facing brutal honor killing?

And if she is not a victim of all these she is sacrificing her real self for the sake to fit the rules made by the male members of the society so as not to live but to act as a living being.

To all the she who are suffering all around.

 

 

 

The Idle She

I was stuck at my idleness 

The very arduous path to be faced 

The cage where the soul was captivated 

And the self was held, hostage 

The potentials were at stake

And intelligence was venomed with waste 

The worst place to be valued and stayed 

Purposelessness was hitting the dumb me 

Yet heart was entrenched to dissipate momentous me 

The surrounding was progressing to desirable gain 

And this trivial was relishing in the indolence’s pain 

The tasks were burdening this inactive shoulder

But the ego was firm to be reluctant and as a holder

As the door of idleness was acting a betrayer 

Being slothful was labeled as an immense phobia,

By the false me  

But worshipped by the genuine self warmly 

I was fighting this very enemy of mine with chained hands, 

Smiley me 

Embracing the foe was not my intention 

But the weak me was begging for its glee 

Losing the battle was not in my manners 

But the traitor me was giving safe way to thee

You! O reasons of idleness had killed the feeble me 

As I had provided you with the moment of attacking me

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To The Moon

Stands alone in the deep waves of darkness

Engenders the aesthetic enchant to the blackness

Audacious enough to dominate the bulky sea of stars

Yet auspicious to shade shine to the wanderer’s path

Isn’t it humble?

Carries the cryptic grey dots within the self

Begs for the dazzle of blazing bulky star

Flow in the intense stream of murk frivolously

Yet fascinates the eyes of afar admirer with a gleaming glint

Isn’t it genial?

Dull as dust at the core, devoid of merriment

Bears doleful soul, crying out for beloved adoration

Confronts the impertinent demur of enchanting cosmos

Yet she satisfies the native hearts with spirited charm

Isn’t it warm?

Why O humans!

Accompanied by company

Surrounded by light

Pure inside out

Facing always delight

Can’t be warm and kind-hearted

Isn’t it abnormal?

Poetic Inspiration : Tonight's Moon 

Being Common Is An Art

But this is the peak of insanity, isn’t it?

Tell me, Shams!

I hold this belief at this complicated yet ordinary issue of society. Why the people parallel to you consider themselves as more elevated and eccentric than what they are. Being hollow inside they crave, to be presented in front of the crowd as the strange people full of mystery and uniqueness. Their words full of wisdom, actions full of sophistication with vanity, reality full of concealment, and self is fully disguised to suits the moments remarkably.

All efforts they put to create this kind of self only to beg for one purpose. Do you know the deep intentions behind these futile deeds?

Tell me, Shams!

I will let you know maybe you have not wasted your precious time as you were recently drawn in a relationship. I have heard about it from one of your close friends and I am very sorry about your worst time. Yes if I do analyze your personality she was much commoner and artless in front of you. You always being a distinctive guy deserve someone better,  carrying a high class of manners and an extra level of intelligence.

Oh sorry, I have wholly changed the very hot topic of our discussion. Let me explain to you the purpose behind elevated acts. This strain of people kills their instincts and reality just for the outer perfect representation of self for the sake of uniqueness. They feed their ego with the terms they become entitled with, The idiosyncratic, The great comprehender of this sphere, The mystic who diving constantly within the sea of vast Knowledge, The artist who master the art of living and the one who have reached the absolute reality.

Shams, I will depict the consequences they face due to this false image of their selves.

Tell me, Shams!

Isn’t it veracious as I gave an ear to the gossips that you are suffering from anxiety and your nights nowadays are mostly sleepless, days entangled in restless thoughts and delayed actions? Yes, the consideration of your abilities which is highly visible to your surrounding people is accurate. You are incredibly fit in this sphere as you are unique, mystic and carry a lot of wisdom but the people, I’m referring to her she was not of your level. Forget her and move on you are going to meet the person of your caliber very soon. You know everyone will be parsing you for such a finest selection of a girl.

Sorry for the aberration Ok I was telling you about the consequences. You know my dear Shams when a person denies his factual character and imitates the specific traits highly appreciable he loss himself as a person. From that point onward he becomes a puppet of his desire to be peculiar and appreciable to the society. This person carries void throughout his life while filling the outside small holes. The very great person of this kind lives a life of all those people to whom he wants to impress and to prove himself something beyond the commonness.

Tell me, Shams!

You only believed merely these ill effects of an exhibition of self. No, my dear Shams, it is more than these. A person, not only loss himself but in this, he deprived of all the people who are sincerely accompanying him, who are devoted toward him with full heart, the people who are affected by him and mostly those who have to consider themselves a great companion and soul mate of this person. These precious but common lacking all the uniqueness are ignored and then thrown away by this person just t satisfy his ego that he is not going to be with someone below his standards so that people would be bullying him with low voices. And in this process, they lose their better halves.

Tell me shams!

Have not you left her innocent soul because she was common according to you?

A perfect soul mate for you yet imperfect to your image in the so-called society?

Tell me shams!

Have not you perceive from my simplicity that being common is a blessing. These souls are unchained to the false images, society, and lies related to reality. These very aesthetic commons carry all the beauty and peace in their simple lap. The petals of their invisible flowers possess the aroma of life and happiness. Un-entangled souls who only taste the ecstasy of their real self, unaware of foul dramas of the society. They speak the language of love and provides empathy to each without distinction. They are not bound to the glittering yet darkest fantasies of this unrealistic World but the most common who understands the languages of heartbeats. Being common is an art.

Tell me, Shams!

You left her as she was the most common. The best decision you have taken as it was a reward for her that she got rid of the person who is not he but someone else, something else.

Tell me shams!

Have you ever realized that you have destroyed yourself not her by losing the precious soul ??

Tell me shams!

Isn't it a peak of insanity.

Tell me my dear shams!

Oneness

Running through the dense suffocating path

Where the merciless life was living fast

I was wandering through the maze of tumult

Searching for the contended me and laze

Strayed in the enchanting stares and heart fires

Wanted the exhausted and tired me to scream

Lost harmony was finding no way to flow

The hindered self when asked for mercy

Ears were bewildered to resonate with the cord

O child!

Why roving outside!

Why not looking into the very origin of tiredness

The self

Peeping outside the real will enervate and smash

Your tiredness reflects the lack of self in you

Exhausted you elude to the deprived essence

And extinguished flames of devotion towards

the very must, “I”

The endearment you carry in the cold heart,

My child is not for universal oneness but

Is for avaricious love

Disconnected warmth sprouting inside you

Cant soothe but oneness can

If the darkness of your path wants twinkling of affection

Beyond any constrains

How would the serenity

Afar the capacity

And beyond Worldly peace

The one which touches the realm above this falsity would be yours,

Fate

Then You would be whirling in dense shades of Universal Oneness

Where you will be you

Your Self would be dancing in the freedom without chains

The tiredness of your soul would vanish

Where empathy and sympathy will enjoy equilibrium

And the light of self coincides the real self

My child!

You

Universe And

Self

Will merge and becomes one

One never gets tired

Neither astray

But finds

The ultimate truth 

And lasting peace