Need to Know Basis

I am told, asked, expected to care. About all that has been, and all that’s out there, About success and failure, sickness and health And faith and ignorance, poverty and wealth. I’m told I should be a lawyer, a doctor, A writer, a teacher, a singer, an actor. I’m asked to remember that I’m a woman, And therefore should stand up to that, called ‘man’ I’m expected to be the pride, the glory So that my kindred could tell all my story. What I want is stupid and silly, Not worthy of any family, “You want to do nothing, how can that be? When all the world’s out there for you to see? You are foolish, ignorant, unwise and wrong, You’ll accept your mistake before very long. ” I just want to tell the entire crowd I don’t want to make the people proud, I just wish for all to let me fly To be alive, to soar high and high   To shout from the mountain tops, “I am free, I am no one else, I am me!”

(Reviving something I wrote 2-3 yrs back :D ) She looked at him and smiled. Just looking at him gave her a weird feeling – a happiness so extreme that she could not breathe properly. She knew she loved him more than anyone could ever love him – or so she believed. Though he never expressed his feelings as blatantly, she was sure he loved her as well. They had spent a long time together, and each day had been better than the last. It was perfect – the understanding, the smiles, the laughter they had shared. She had found the confidence that was missing in her life.    Now as she looked at him walking towards her, she could feel herself blushing, and her bright eyes twinkled even more. “Have to tell you something” – he began without preamble. “Something wrong?” “I can’t be with you anymore.” She kept quiet, looking at him. He spoke on. She, in her heart of hearts, knew he was speaking complete sense, but somehow she couldn’t understand. Was he trying to say that he was ...

She stared in front of her blankly. It was hard to figure out when it was that things had started to fall apart. It wasn’t herself that she thought of…it was the man who loved her, the one who had once held her hand and said “You are my princess”. She now knew what he really meant to her, or maybe she had never been able to comprehend how much he matters, though she knew of course that she loved him. She looked back and tried to remember the last day she had thought of doing something that did not have his involvement, and couldn’t remember any. And she had hurt him. Inexplicably, unexpectedly, badly. It wasn’t intentional. But it had done what cheating, infidelity, or nasty words wouldn’t have done. It made him cry. And that is what she couldn’t deal with…the drops of pain and hurt and disbelief trickling down his ashen cheeks. All of this for certain things that she had done, things she didn’t think about twice, things that she didn’t consider significant. Now those things were the ...

There was nobody around, No one heard a sound, As she lay on the bed alone Lost in dreams Of silent screams Dreams of days long gone. Silent whispers, silent moans, Stinging heart and noiseless groans Surround her as she tries to look away Mourns for what could have been Mourns for what cannot be seen Mourns for the God she used to pray. Was that a knock? She got up in shock As a light flickered right outside, Her feet felt like lead But she stepped ahead And Hope was standing where he had died.