Strangers undefined

Thoughts flow out of my mind
Like notes strung on a guitar
Of she says
And he says
And they say
About life and love.
Where love floats like a thin film above our heads
And I try to define it
And I try to find answers
but its so above my head
Yet its there
And covers the entire you and me
And the hes and the hers
and the thems
Yet its love
Just a fragrance
Floating in and out of our systems
Definitions unheard
Unexplained beyond his and hers
Still my feet are grounded to the earth
The earth on which I walk
Eat and sleep
Live among strangers
and call them society
There are rules and definitions
And love gets locked up
in the four corners of the place "defined" as a home
With amenities and providers
And the home maker
It forgets to float
It forgets to flow in and out
Dies and withers in a corner
Between strangers called family.

Thoughts flow out of my mind like the notes stung

She sings to a crowd

While I sleep in the comfort of this warm place called home
She sings amidst complete hooting strangers with a feigned smile and happiness
Hiding the inner discomfort and bashfulness
Yet she entertains
The crowd of "respectables"-unleashing the animal within
A thought just crosses my mind
So I pull out a pen and paper
Write a poem within the warmth of a place I call home
The respectable me turns the light off and sleeps
While she is still singing another number amidst an uproar of hooting
I know I am but a hypocrite

Prashantee
12.11.2009
11.40 am

I wrote this one after a long time...yesterday. There was a programme arranged in our "para" that's the bengali term for village or locality. And I could hear a girl sing ...and the hooting sounds outside...So I penned this down. Maybe she feels like being treated as a princess too... just my thought. I wish her well whoever she is. Dedicated to all the strong women. :)