I dreamt a little as only I could do.
I fought with myself, as only I could.
I barked and barked and barked, though only mentally.
I could feel everyone listening, quiet clearly.
I laughed while I made love with my only soul
Then I said to myself ‘move on’.
That’s all that happened.
Darling we are the legends the nation has been waiting for. Sweet darling, we are nothing but legends. Invincible, as we are, we shall remain. Lovers, as we are, we shall remain. Legends, as we are, we shall remain. Nothing nut legends. Darling we are the legends the nation has been waiting for.
We have to go a distance and we will go. We will venture and invest in nothing but our own dreams. Nothing is worth our thoughts and action more than our dreams. No rules will apply. In our love, for our dreams there will not be any limits. None at all. Because we may live or die but the legends that we are will live on. Because mortals have limits legends don’t. Because we are nothing but legends. Legends that the nation has been waiting for.
She is fifteen. She is all out there – Open. Open to experiment and experience. Open to be experimented with and experienced. A five minute conversation would tell you that she has already experienced a lot.
Experiences which even to mildly conservative men or women would be would be outrageous for a GIRL of her age. and when she speaks her words are consistent with her experiences.She is well hooked to the ideas such as feminine independence and ‘no apologies for living’. Though she may not understand them as ideals but she puts them in practice with ease. For example, she does not understand that one of the major constraint to individual freedom is that as social beings we are subject to judgment of others. And when you say you want to be free you also mean that you don’t want to be judged (unless what you do affects others idea freedom in real sense). And if you do not wish to be judges you should also stop judging others for what they do as individuals.
A little bit of me here
A little bit of me there
And in between
The darkness unheard of.
I saw few children in that castle
The castle of mine
They were hiding their faces in shame-
Children of nation of rapists.
Who gave them that tag?
You and me.
Who were the rapists?
Your and my silence is expected
And expected is the raising of our fingers
Pointing each other
And expected is our reaction on the streets.
But the answer!
We all have the answer.
Not the government, not the police;
Not those broken vehicles;
Not those children to come
Know!
Who were the rapists?
I saw you draped in your own youth steeped in every colour that the society around you offered. You had embraced it with all your will. You had absorbed it and you were absorbed into it. Was it a surprise then that I didn’t recognise you?
Last time I saw you, you were as flower that was yet to gain its entire colour; whose odour was yet to realize it full strength. You were beautiful for your incompleteness. You were discovering what you didn’t know about. You didn’t seem to be guarding anything then. You didn’t know who or what you were. You were beautiful.
Now I see you have discovered yourself fully. At least that’s what you seem to believe. It is people as you who make me wonder should one ever discover one self. Should one ever grow to completion?’
