By Mausam Bhuwania
The door opens with a violent shrug,
Locks behind him with a painful release.
Footsteps pounding toward the kitchen,
Back in the hallway, undressing the anger.
Anger outside meets the sadness inside,
Forcing tears to roll down his cheeks.
Soaking up the silence around,
The hopeless eyes meet the shiny moonlight.
Everyone adores the calmness.
Each one of us is forced to live with the noise.
Golden strips of deceitful humour,
Covering every body figure.
Is it always the demeaning people's nature?
Screaming for every ounce of me to be a failure?
His eyes closed with grief,
Rays of sunlight stroking him awake.
All the thoughts did not even get a brief,
He carried on without a break.
He was interrupted by many,
Comforted by none.
He got his first salary as good as a penny,
Questioning his sufficiency.
Tears were wiped with dry hands,
Forcing a wide smile to encounter again.
Fabricated with sweet assurance,
Unboxing all of his patience.
Walking back to that thoughtful night,
He meets some people having a fight.
How cruel is it to accept every emotional plight?
Who is wrong and who is right?
Strong are those men who can scream out their emotions,
Take a step back if it hurts their passion.
Close the windows for those who question our independence,
Do their judgments add some relevance?
Men are supposed to be strong enough,
To mask each and every emotion.
The suitcase we carry consists none of our passion.
It should make us proud of our devotion.
The silence piercing his heart.
The magical night playing its card.
Subsided by the materialistic noise.
The opponent smiles with no voice.
The moon carries its own charm, so do people.
The society cannot govern it all,
Despite the imperfections, we belong to the same stall.
It depends on you how you take it all.
He walks ahead with a little smile,
Looks like he got some answered files.
Little did he realise, in the closure of sweet petals,
We fail to differentiate those thorns.
He encounters another set of incidents,
Dancing in the rain can be a matter of shame,
Yet he craves for that shameful pain.
Breaking down in the street could make you feel weak,
Yet he admired that weakness portrayed.
Collecting roses for your loved ones can question your dominance,
Yet he wanted to accept that submissive character.
He gets startled when all the characters pull him over.
He danced in the rain, washing all his insecurities.
He broke down on the main street despite having it as his craziest nightmare.
He collected roses for himself, admiring the new version he found within himself.
When he swung his door open,
The happiness in his eyes defined the real paradise.