Thursday, November 19, 2009

Love, Tamed and Caged.


She wants him. She wants him bad. Bad.

She feels like a kid peeking from behind her mother's sari...
She can feel time slipping.
She can feel the passion in life depleting, like the crayon you scribble hard with...
She wants things to happen fast, real fast.
And then, she also fears the shadows that trail light...
She plans her moves with care, making it a game of hide and seek...
Then, when she gathers the courage to walk upto Him...
Her mind goes blank and all she can remember is...

The red vermilion that adorns her forehead...
The thin string of black and golden beads that rest upon her chest...
The green glass bangles...
The red footprints she left at the doorstep...
and everything else...
That bonds her to a relationship she shares with another being...

Be it a failed marriage, she is still a tamed animal...a caged bird.
She turns and walks back into her shell...

And this is what happens, they say, to an Indian married woman.

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IcE MaiDeN said...

*Applause*

Shreya I just HAVE to tell you that THIS is by far the strongest post you have ever written. Everything about it was perfect. Not too cliched, not too bold, subtle and hardhitting. You are fast becoming one of my favourite writers. Truly! :)

Amazing work.

Cheers,
Annie.

Psych Babbler said...

An amazing post! Married Indian women = caged birds. Loved the analogy

Sejal said...

wow shona!!
loved it..

patheticpari said...

i like... all your recent stuff... and haven't been commenting much.. still been reading... try a different topic though.. how about the poor entrapped urban indian MAN??
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it's too feministic everything.. and you aren't really one... so.. it's odd... but it's good stuff... really very nice imagery..

*Shreya* said...

yes pari, i aint a feminist at all and was wondering the same the other day!!!
thankie you sooo much, and i sure am trying to come up with something different n better :)

Oh btw, a lot of credit goes to YOU cause you were the on who reminded of how dead my blog was once upon a time...thats when i got started :)

btw, you'r blog's dead now >_<

@annie, psy blabber n sejal...

thanks again, cause am a woman hungry for good comments :P

lol, no but seriously, thanksss!!!

Sameera said...

Super poem!!!
In the last few lines of your poem.. I could picture someone with expressions..! Awesome!

Shahid Mukadam said...

Hats off yaar...brilliant work....But even you would agree that this is changing today.......

good work

Pesto Sauce said...

Sad plight of Indian females....continues even today

Meera said...

A strong post indeed :)

I do agree. Though we boast of technology n stuff,this is,still,the plight of many Indian women,especially in the villages.

Shreya,it is changing. We may not even live to see the change,but,yes,it's changing.

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Daone said...

Shreya has improved and how! This was most impressive and powerful of all the short stories you have written till date. Great going girl.

Lackadaisical Lullaby said...

Succinct. Lovely.