Life is but a scintillating, rugged appearing shell maybe,
Somewhere Rough, somewhere smooth, sometimes dark, sometimes equally bright,
What goes around does return back, because trust me 'Karma' hits back hard;
You don't know what's inside,
Because everyone has a secret self that nobody knows about,
Because no one ever tries to come out of their nutshell!
Life? Life is but a scintillating, rugged appearing shell?
Maybe.
It's not what you see, it's what they actually wanted you to show,
This world is full of people hiding behind their own masks,
Pretending to be the one they want you to see themselves as,
But believe me, they are not the only one,
You too are one of them, Yes You!
A Paradox!
Beholding mysteries in your souls, in this fake mob,
Eyes seemingly shut, ears closed, and with 'influenced thoughts', walking into the unknown,
We all are a part of this.
We all are a PARADOX!
Oh a shoe! Or 'just' a shoe? We never know how a simple thing could hold a million little things within.
That day, as I was just checking across the school, my gaze stopped at this little black, feminine shoes kept outside the classroom. I don't know what made me stand still, a myriad thoughts held me back, I started thinking about the possible stories that the shoe could have been holding! How old was she? Was she good in academics? How come her shoes got so ruined? Meanwhile, the bell rang and all the students came out running from the classes, I stepped back a little so that all of them can leave, and my eyes still staring at the shoe, may be waiting for its owner. Suddenly a small girl with a cute, pink bag on her back emerged and ran as fast she could after putting on those shoes. I don't know why I couldn't resist myself from running after her. I followed her back to her house, hiding behind the bushes and vehicles all along the way fearing that she might identify me. I was finally standing beside her home after much hustle and bustle. It was a small house in a slum. I could see her handicapped father sitting inside the room, and her mother came and hugged her and smiled through the tears. The misery they were facing was easily seen and felt. How pure and hardworking souls her parents must be! Even after such extreme conditions they were doing everything they could for their little girl. Our orthodox society where even well off people do not consider girl child education as something important, people like this girl's parents prove them wrong. If people who are not able to meet with even the basic needs of daily life sometimes, can make girl education their priority, then why not us? Awake the sleeping human inside yourself!
She is a bright glare,
Beautiful to look at, difficult to be encaged!
You may suppress her, but can't stop her;
You may hold her within subtle enclosures, but can never confine her boundaries;
For the world has always saw her triumph over odds,
From Anne Frank to Malala Yusufzai, From Bachendri Pal to Mary Kom,
Be it acid attack victim Laxmi or Nirbhaya,
If you’ll stroll down cliché lane for a bit, the cards were stacked against her, but they bet the farm and won,
Don't dare to doubt her strengths,
For she is a blazing radiance, capable of lightening her own path!
In a society that has always seen women as the weaker and the second sex, here's a shoutout to all those who are trying to live the way they want to, no matter how crazy or rebellious.
Here's raising a toast to all the women who despite being throttled by societal norms regularly, are still preserving their individuality.
Life is but a scintillating, rugged appearing shell maybe,
