The ASK

You ask

How could you do this

To your own

Partner/Home/Country?

Without answering the

Same question

How could you do this

To your own

Partner/Home/Country?

After pushing to the brink

You ask why the center doesn’t hold?

The center ought to collapse

Without the dialectical force

But you desired one-sided

Undisputed brute force

Every stable star is in equilibrium

Because of the perfect balance of forces

You desired to be the single force

How idiotic was your plan?

Leading to the implosion/explosion

You wanted to be the center

There you are collapsing

Under your own self claimed glory

Responsible for it all

Yet you turn around and ask

How could you do this?

Without answering

How could you?

You plunder the very planet

Then you blame the god

Your war games never end

And then you ask

Why does peace never get a chance?

You never play fair

Then you ask

You fixed the game?

The ask is a big ask

With no easy answers

Let’s enjoy the spectacle

Of this collapse

While blaming each other

You will win this blame game too

Then you will ask

Why didn’t you win?

The very game rigged by you

Going Solo

It didn’t take long

To go solo

Be it movies

Or restaurants

Or museums

Or a bookstore

Or treks

I don’t even remember

When it began

Perhaps during my college

My long solo commute?

Every daily commuter

Is always alone

Though almost crushed

In a crowded train or bus

There is a constant

Inner talk with self

About a thing

Or millions of things

Or just an empty mind

Too fatigued to think

You don’t need people

When you grow up

So rugged

And then of course

There are betrayals

Of trust and time

Then there was beautiful phase

When my newborn boy

Became my extension

I was never alone

I was his constant

For that tiny life

I had brought forth

Into this chaotic world

I was never alone

Kids never let you be

Unless you play along

So often it would

Be the library or bookstore  visits

Where I would sit solo

In line of sight of my boy

Far far away in the kids section

I don’t remember

Who exactly was I

Training to be alone ?

After the boy grew up

And flew off far far away

I made up my mind

To be the solitary reaper

Of my abandoned pursuits

I unearthed my buried self

In place of a girl in 20’s

Out came a woman in her 50’s

More calmer, confident and wiser

Much slower too

How I wish I could reach out

To that girl and tell her to go solo

The world abandons you anyways

Women are supposed to play

A second fiddle in everything

Wish I could spare her from

All the traumas and dilemmas

And of course all the tears

My dark circles are rightfully earned

But here I am in my 50’s

Carrying that abandoned

Spirit of my 20’s

I know it feels absurd

To those who never tried

(Or didn’t have to)

To stand up for oneself

And live for a while

Remember?

We have abandoned our earth too

Who moves solo in the dark space

And then there is the final solo act

When we depart solo!!