Don’t let the stereotypes typecast you Into a little girl , Who can play only with dolls and not toy-cars… Who can’t play cricket, Just because they say it’s a boy’s game… Into a young teenage girl, Who drops out of school sports team, And joins dance classes instead, Because it’s graceful enough… Into an adolescent girl, Who is stalked over and over, Until she gives in to be in a relationship, Because that’s how the popular movies define persuasion… Into a corporate lady, Who fears to be aggressive for all the right reasons, As she might be judged as "too bossy" for all the wrong ones… Into a girl turning to a marriageable age, And is supposed to leave her job, Because that’s how she is supposed to be, A care giver and not a bread earner… No supernatural power will come for our rescue, The supernatural is all within, Recognizing that supernatural is the super power… Don’t let the stereotypes typecast you, Just be t
Dazzling drops of sunlight dances on the crystal blue waves of the river, soothing them with their warmth, all through the day... and then the sun sets into the river's eternal depth, to keep it warm through the night, only to rise again the next morning... The same story repeats every morning, But every time I watch it, it seems new... Every ray of sun narrates the story of it's own, Every wave of river narrates the story of it's own, But every time I try to put these stories into words, I fail miserably, The beauty leaves me spellbound and engulf all my words, taking me into the world of eternal bliss...