The Furnace

THE PAST:

Mizaz apna kuchh aisa bana liya humne

Kisi ne kuchh bhi kaha bas muskara diya hamne

If there was a weapon of mass destruction in the world potent yet easiest to carry; invisible to the eyes yet wreak havoc on heart, mind and body alike. A weapon so strong, its power unsurpassed by all others. A weapon once unleashed, it hits you again and again with the same intensity. It would have to be words…

Likewise your words were the weapons you unleashed and subjected me to their raw power. Cheating, deception, hiding information, promiscuity…your blames were endless. Somehow I always ended up at the receiving end.

I still remember the day I told you about an office colleague who was hitting on me. I fended him off successfully but you never believed me. I still can’t believe you hold me responsible for every message people send me, unwanted attention or unsolicited compliments for the way I looked. I was not at fault yet you never believed me.

No girl wants it mate, unwanted attention, unsolicited remarks. No girl would like to be subjected to this. The world around us believes we love all the attention but it, in fact, is incorrect.

We just want to live in peace; we have earned our freedom financially. It’s time the society gave us our privacy back too.

THE PRESENT:

Uski ankhon mein itni batein hain

Ik kitab si likhne ko dil ye kehta hai

Dear Love

Words are the most potential weapon and when used wisely, they make us do what we could never imagine. Words convey love, faith, trust and encouragement. Your words soothe my pain; heal all that hurts. Your words which make me feel the love that makes me believe myself.

Endless times you have imparted me the power to cross a line, say my mind, believe in myself and do reach for the stars when people said I could hardly climb the attic.

Your words are the balm on my hurts and the power behind my belief.

PS: Sometimes, it pours down on the furnace and everything cools down J

Disclaimer: The story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I call and known as artistic liberty.