Some Lines on NARI-The inevitable women by me
“Can
you see the bridal maroon color bindi on her forehead?”
“Oho
her nose is pierced with a nathni”.
“Ahh
I know it’s the demarcation of her lost virginity.”
“Hey
see her bright orange color lipstick.”
“Mm
looks like it too cannot hide her mischievous smile.”
Oh Holy God she is beautiful simply beautiful.
Even the veil over her head of her zardosi dark green sari with red border
cannot hide the turbulence in her eyes. “Abodho”-Confined within the barriers
of social life she has the wish to fly high. She speaks little but smiles a lot
as if all the answers of the questions unasked are known to her. She knows all
twists and turns of life. The ravished time hasn’t been able to shred any
wrinkle on her unbounded inner beauty.
Yes, she is free, free even within the narrow barracks of society. As if
she conceives the poetry within herself-
“The
soul within my body isn't mine,
Even
when I am unhappy or I shine.
Neither
wound can sore it,
Nor
happiness binds.
For
the soul isn't mine.
It’s
free from all hollowness,
It’s
free from any brine.
It
shimmers not,
Even
when the darkness arrives.
Nor
looses its brightness,
When
the sun doesn't shine.
Yes,
it’s free; it’s free from all binds.
Because
I know the soul within my body
Isn't mine.”
Every time she is pushed into the dooms of
social barricades her free mind escapes through the cracks within the bricks
with a more ambitious wish to fly ever higher than before. Even if she is
stripped every night her free soul is as pure as ever un-clenched from demons
touch. The pure soul cannot be touched. She is the toughest at tedious
situations, unbreakable at unbearable calamities. She is the fighter who can
soothe the bed letting cripples pursue their vulgarity and at the same time can
be a medicine to the most neglected heart in this world. The incomparable
lover-NARI.
Deceived
by many, slaughtered by thousands, murdered unborn yet important. A barren land
would the society would have been without this social conceiver. She sprouts
every time in the society plays her role as the carrier of all but every time
vanishes among the ruthless waves of negligence. One fine day think my friend
if she denies the rule of nature and doesn’t sprout in the society hope the
masculine perception is able to play her performance alike her.
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