Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Spectrum

The need to breathe stays with the both of us,
Air once inside would not be of another different use.
It would solve the same purpose and answer similar needs,
But then why is there a difference in the freedom to breathe.

If his body hurts, his mind suffers, he feels the pain,
Same is the case in my story of disdain.
Tears flow from eyes, as the heart cries to resolve the struggle,
His are heard and wiped clean, mine are left for exhaustion.

His will to work and desire to achieve would be rivalled by my heart and gut,
The endeavours and hardships bear the same load and brunt.
Both of us feel the joy of achievement like a utopian desire,
Still I get pushed towards dirty chores and he is at helm of command, rising higher.

I use my voice to present my heart’s feel and thought, which is also his way of expression,
It can be as needed – revolutionary or a pretty creative explanation.
Varies from positive to negative with loads of content and clarity,
Mine is suppressed and ignored, his get encouragement beyond infinity.

Black and white might be two extremes which are a spectrum apart,
People claim one to be good and the other to be bad.
One day I would meet the almighty and understand if he believes there is a right one,
Till then, they are merely colours in the eye, shining together.


By Aditya Bajpai
2nd Feb 2010

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