A Biased View

I can barely breathe. As I feel the whoosh whoosh of my seemingly scarce breaths, I want to tell you a story. My story. I was born with 8 siblings, and our mom was a single mom. She didn't ever tell us about our dad, and we never pestered her, as she was good enough for both. She would give us all we needed, keep us warm and happy. She was the main focus in our lives, we would do whatever she asked, and she rarely, if ever, was wrong. Though she wasn't a very emotional woman, I knew she loved me a little better than my siblings. Maybe because I was a little weak at times, got a cold and fever too often. I still remember how once when we were kids, and others were ridiculing me for feeling cold all the time, she had bought a new blanket, a unique one, made by an old woman who was the only obstetrician and also a magic-worker in my mom's village. She had silently walked in while we tossed and turned in our sleep, and covered me with it, and I don't think I ever felt more...

She was a beauty, yes she certainly was, Made to be perfect, with just no flaws, She had a heart of gold and a will of steel, She was exuberance and joy on a reel, She was a wild kid, a daughter of the breeze, She glistened in the dew, and flew with ease, She wanted to be let loose, and so she sauntered, She walked in, and the whole view was altered, So many she had belonged to, so many she stood by, She was the reason why, many a man would die, He sought her, her love and eternal peace, He fought for her thinking her rightfully his, He fought, for over a decade he fought, His legendary struggle, in a new era brought, His intentions were noble and actions were brave, And his fight a new meaning to destiny gave, He dreamed and won her, welcomed her in, A tricolored necklace right under her chin, He gave her a most magnificient abode, New and renewed, his dreams flowed, But now that he has her, there seems to be, A need to chain her, not set her free, Her meaning a...

She had a way with words, and he hardly ever spoke, She was careless and free, and he fixed all she broke, She ranted on for ages, and he was content to just listen, She tried to let it go unseen, but he saw the tear glisten, She didn't want to tell anyone, and he never tried to ask, She didn't show it much, her feelings were always masked, She wouldn't communicate, though to him she often talked, She thought he didn't notice, and his intelligence she mocked, The year was a year of trial for him, and he repeatedly failed, The attempts he cautiously advanced, she repeatedly assailed, The fears and worries he had about her, were getting bolstered, The rebukes that he got from her, his dread they slowly fostered, The repelling and rude ways and anger, didn't get him to surrender, The first day she left early, he peeked into her office and calender, The year gone past he couldn't see, it was wiped neat and clean, The past and present ...

She was the first one to look me into my eyes, A smile and a tear together appeared on her face, She taught me to be patient, good and kind, She was the first friend I ever embraced. He taught me to be strong, to stand on my own feet, He taught me that back then, and yet teaches me the same, He taught me how I was the best but still could improve, He was the first friend to call me by my name. She was the first one I cried to when Mom yelled at me, She was the one who thought I was prettiest of them all, She taught me to love animals, and humans all alike, She was the first friend who saw me crawl. He was the first one I knew who loved to read, He was one who saw my first tooth break, He taught me how to ride, read and swim, He was the first friend who left and made my heart break. She was crying too when I entered school that first day, The last day, t'was her hug that made me cry the most, She taught me a good friend could heal better ...

Fate is by the direction of an incense-stick's fume, A bat sitting on the window predicts impending doom. A lizard falls on you, and you're about to die, Your left eye flutters and your fortune will fly, A crow perched on the window-sill brings a definite guest, Oh and good luck comes from a little sparrow's nest, A black spot on a baby's forehead protects her from evil, Marrying frogs invites the long-absent and cool drizzle, A glass frame breaks and invites death to the people in the pic, Death is also coming when the flame goes from a diya 's wick, A dog wails loud and the ghosts wake up and prowl, A very bad news accompanies the poor barn owl, No eating, talking or bathing during an eclipse, Sins are washed away by the Ganges in a few dips, An 'evil eye' is prevented by the scary mask on the door, Horoscope is the way to happy marriages for sure, A black cat crosses your way, and you fail in all you attempt, A girl born in the ...

Mom asked her to pray to Him, She asked Mom who and why? Mom said He will be your saviour, You're always under His eye. She asked Mom for proof He lived, Because Him she never saw, But Mom said faith she should have, Skepticism her only flaw. Dad asked her to wear a dress, So much longer than she liked, It covered her arms and midriff too, She hated and disliked. She said it wasn't in fashion, Not the style she adhered, He said it wasn't about fashion, T'was her safety he feared. She wanted a new little crop-top Nice, sexy and short But only a blouse that short was allowed, Traditional's all she could sport They told her not to talk to this guy, He could be a potential threat, To her peace, sanity and innocence, About him and her they fret. She said "It's just a date and nothing else" They said there's no such thing as a date, A single slip or mistake could, Completely ruin her fate. She wanted to ...

When the day ends bad, I'm wary of the night, I lay down and try to sleep with all my might, But its not so easy, to close up and doze off, Coz all the stress in the day isn't quite enough, My mind wants more of thoughts and retrospection, More of all the regrets, remembrance and reflection, This is the time when I need you to console, Just when I am all but sucked into this huge black hole, I miss the most what I never had and always wanted, Someone to make me feel less scared and daunted, Someone to rely on every day and day-after, Someone who can bring back all the lost laughter, Or maybe just share with me in my quietest silence, And help me count the imaginary sheep over the fence, Someone who understands my thought through my eye, Someone who doesn't talk scold, reprove or lie, Who asks no questions or explanations, And understands all these crazy complications, That plague me and my whimsical, mad brain, Someone who will never ever fake or feign, ...