The social beauty standards often lead to people hating themselves. A lil bit fairer and they call you anaemic...a shade more darker...you turn out to be a bitch . A few sizes lower and your family isn't providing food...a few sizes over and you are too heavy to look good!! And colours and dresses then haunt them straight... taunts and stress Fill the vacant space...they question themselves and to their mothers... numerous remedies used...from this to that ...half the kitchen stuff plunged on the skin...nd still no shade up???oops!! We need a dermatologist. May be a cosmetic surgeon ?? Then numerous pills and creams and lotions and this and that...yet the melanin remains intact ! Poor chap!! You don't fit the societal beauty standards!!
Till my hope took it's last breath I sat in my cocoon - the safe haven of the mother's womb
Dreaming Of the blue of the sky Love in my mother's eye The water and the puddle where I'll play wet and joy
Of the vast fields where I'll chase the birds The sweet sugarcanes, the green plantains The chuckles of children, playing around me in circles or girds
I would be born in God's own country I'll raise my trunk to wave For I'm the embodiment of Lord Ganesha the lord of prosperity and fame
Today, there are no blue skies, no fields or sugarcane For the ones who worship us, have put us to shame All the chuckles, all the merry making with the villagers Burned to death with firecrackers!
They served a pineapple, put me on debt Humanity exists! was my faith As the sooth and smoke choked me to death What human race has become, I thought and wept I kept blessing them for their kindness, till I met my early death I kept hoping for once they feel our pain, till my hope took it's last breath!
I thought I could've danced onto your rhythm of symphony. The part of my mind which finds an escape through you. The way my emotions would flow when you're on my mind affecting me. You infected yourself in me. I do not know why. I kind of was scared to let you go. Or perhaps maybe the idea of not to be able to have the world seem such a happy place, Stopped me from letting you go.
On the other hand, you kept destroying me. The inner me. The stronger me. You wasted my time a little by little, Slowly converting me into an addictive insane.
Then it turns to the devil of the story, unlike how fairytales are told. The castle you made me dreamt of was a place where people sang the happy melody. They'd, along with me, wouldn't feel the pain. At least maybe for a day or two.
The castle now turns into a four wall cage. I'm scared and filled with rage. Where did they took you? Oh I'm so wanting you. I am desperate.
But now in return i was learning how you killed me. Killed my organs. Killed my senses, Suffocated my breathing, Pry on my life.
This is how someone brings happiness? To let anybody, to harm any body, to let one soul murder it's vital worth?
This was not what i pictured myself in my life. I hate it here. This place will not let go of me easily. So wrong. ______________________________________________________________________