Girlishly

You tell me you are self-made While showing your dad's house, You tell me you are responsible While hating your own spouse, You tell me you are worthy While boasting about your friends, You tell me you are humble While talking nonsense about the trends, So tell me, What do you understand by it all? Like someone who is liked by all ? Or someone with a figure so tall ? Or someone with effortless flirting skills ? Or someone being chased by all ? How do you conceive these ideas Of trying to woo, Without having any clue About the person And their journey ? About the human And their worry ? What makes you think  That you stand apart, In a crowd That's already like a dart ? Who do you think you are, Before making comments so sharp ? Who do you think you resemble,  Before comparing others and their ensemble ? How dare you invalidate how others feel, Without ever walking in their heels ? Kindly look into yourself Before filling others with doubt...

Promise us That you wouldn't let the Devil out Even when in doubt, That you wouldn't question the loyalty Without any surety, That you wouldn't change who you are And become who we dread, That you wouldn't hear the noises, That drown the inner voices. Would you love us till eternity, Or will it only be till we are yours ? Would you care for us like a father, Even after you get a daughter ? Would you bother our talks, Even after years that we have walked ? Will you be there To see us win ? Will you be here When in pain we spin ? Will you be there When we get Those unbearable mood swings ? Can we be assured Of your unquestionable honesty ? Can we feel secure About the home and the society ? Can you make sure Of always being the first point of contact ? I hope you don't see These as expectations, Cause believe me, With a promise to keep A woman would even sweep, If needed with Death, To protect you and your clan.

How do you justify this wait, When you have no idea About the actual date. It's like the destiny wants to Test your Patience, Along with this drama, Which we call suspense. Fate seems conservative When it comes to disclosing, Maybe it likes to create That feeling of losing, Before letting any of us get What we want, And let us feel satiated And calm. An internal calling, A lasting wish, A definite desire, A dream that we admire, A longing to find, A fear to unwind, A battle of the inner genius, Seems a little tedious.

Ever felt your soul so connected, That you knew what they did, And thought, Behind your back ? Ever felt so lively, That you could feel The rush, Through their veins ? Ever felt the pain Of them losing interest, Without showing, And you still knowing ? Ever felt what's coming  B efore b eing abandoned, And given reasons, And shown your faults ? Ever looked at them with desire, And knew about the fire, That would ignite, But also divide, The bond that holds you dear ? Ever knew about the end already, But hoped that it wasn't true, Even after every single sign, And them proving it true ? Ever felt hopeful, After being ignored, And then reassured, With few sweet words, About the in-depth shallowness Of the bond ? Ever left, And then came back, Not because you wanted to, But to keep them secure, And reassured, That they are loved and cared for ??