The Dirty Job.

Someone has to talk about things nobody wants to talk about. Someone has to do - The Dirty Job.
(This blog was formerly called In Quest Of Sweet mortality)

Piper

Had everything she wanted
Very little
Just he never gave
He hadn't hated her
Or otherwise
Nature
He could have told her so
Least
He didn't
Now she can't get away 

Oh Ri Duniya (Gulaal)

Her Husband just died

She cries

Near his body

But over her fate

She was unhappy when he was alive

She will have to be unhappy, now that he isn't

Womans World

She doesn’t want to see me today

There are days like these every few months

When she just cannot fathom the pain

So she keeps me away

To protect me

On those days I think about her life

Born so beautiful in Tunisia

Everybody would ask her parents if she was adopted

 So when growing up, her mother never missed a quick slap or a taunt

Just to let her know she was no angel

But she never understood

That this was no godly place either

And kept believing

  And kept praying

To the god who made her so beautiful

And then decided to be just

And take a few things away

So the girl next door could not be jealous

And many childish nights were spent outside the door

Shivering

 From cold and what she had witnessed

Of a man

She called father

Yet she loved him every morning

Forgetting about the horrors of the night

He was a lovable man during the day

During the day

So the early days went by

In gathering what most were easily given 

Turns out that stuff he took away in exchange of extraordinary beauty

Was only the most ordinary of life otherwise

But then that’s all she ever wanted

She got more beautiful than ever

Craved by so many 

In ways she never could understand

Everyone said the world is at her feet

But a woman of sorrow sees different

If you think this was tragic

You have got to hear the story ahead

Let’s smile for a while

Before I continue

So where was I

On the rumors surrounding her beauty

Which spread to distant lands

And many came to see and conquer

And failed, but one beautiful man

A piper

An intoxicating dream

Deeper than every sorrow

She had ever seen

The contrast so blinding

She fell

Before she could realize there was no depth

But an abyss

Where he had come from

Will you believe me if I say she kept faith

Bore every burden they put onto her there

To show this piper how much she would give

And how grateful she was to have him

But the piper was a piper

What a joke

I wonder if she blames god now

Or who does she blame

Not the piper, she continues to love him

Does she see a way out

What keeps her sane

What baffles me even more is her spirit

Clean and joyous and untouched

Like I made the whole story up

How she continues being beautiful

An art

A hypothesis

A godsend not to part seas

But to show us how to swim

And emerge

But what about her

Wonder with me

Someday I will complete the tale

Of the girl from Tunisia

And the god that failed

Note. Womans world is one of my most intimate works as a writer. The poem is a tragedy about a Woman's life and how Men become such an intrinsic part of it.