We hear stories and see movies about poor distressed women desperately reaching out to the first man who comes their way, wanting him to fix everything. The tides have turned drastically recently don’t you think so?
Every woman now wants a damaged man with issues who she can ‘fix’. Well who can blame her? That’s what the popular culture is all about, where Vampires and Werewolves fall for humans and they can control their blood lust for just this one person. But oh do they need help! She is right there… All beautiful and virginal ‘accepting’ him for who he is, but actually gently and effectively changing his very nature.
Damon Salvatore, Vincent Keller, Oliver Queen, the Winchesters, to name a few bad boys of television these days, are killers, anti-heros who women swoon after.
Why are these broken men, like Carrie Bradshaw’s Mr. Big, more attractive to us than the safe and predictable Aiden Shaw? These dangerous hunks who have a strong possibility of breaking our hearts are so much more yearned, probably because it is almost like an achievement to get a hold of them in the first place. If they are committed to you, that must mean you are pretty special.
Why would Rihanna go back to Chris Brown? He is the worst type of the man, he hit her and the whole world knows but she still forgave him. Who are we to judge if she’s doing the right thing? You can’t argue with love or with the attraction that these men are.
Maybe there is something adventurous about imagining yourself being their saviour.
Everyone likes to be needed, especially women, who were born to be nurturers. There is something extremely touching about a big man putting his head on the lap of a wraith like woman to achieve calmness. It is probably this picture that is so desirable. A man who holds on to a woman because she is the only thing that is keeping him sane. She makes him ‘human’.
No matter how hard we try to deny it, bad boys are all of ours’ secret fantasy. All us women desire them and want to take them home. I don’t know how practical it is in real life but oh the TV makes it seem so romantic!
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Migratory
He came to the big city with stars in his eyes
Leaving family and friends behind
He wanted to make it big
He had full faith in his ability and his mind.
But where did it lead him?
He is nothing but a rickshaw puller now.
He has a farm back home with a harvest every season
His younger brother already has two children
His plan was not this
To sweat and toil every day
And what does he gain?
Just enough money to get him his daily bread.
He can sing he can act
He can do so much more than just this
He studied in the little missionary school
He made up all these wonderful dreams
But where is he now?
Sleeping on his rickshaw every night.
He was tall and handsome
Black oiled hair and broad chest
He was the pride of the village
They said that he will go far
How is he now?
Bent back and bony frame his sunken cheeks hardly ever turning up in a smile.
He still has hopes he still has dreams
He still believes he can make it
He reads the papers every morning
He aspires for love and fame
How far will this take him?
He doesn’t know and neither does he seem to care.
Isn’t it Enough?
Isn’t it enough
The slow poison that you are afflicting your body to
The invisible pain that your lungs are screaming from
And the very visible signs that they are tired and almost giving up?
Isn’t it enough
The pseudo coolness that you try to portray
Just know it’s only you who you are impressing
The fire between your fingers can burn you more than you know.
Isn’t it enough
You hurting the bystanders as well
You treat your body like rubbish
Who gave you the right to do this to your own children or maybe others’ too.
Isn’t it enough
Your saying that you need it to relax
It is all just weak excuses and lies
There is no pressure that can be worth this much damage.
The Original Sin
“You are a girl, give it to you brother”
This was her earliest memory as a child
She was just four how was she to know
This is how it will be all her life
Just give and give and give.
As she matured she got used to it,
She forgot she had some feelings
Like jealousy or hurt or plain simple anger
All she did was listen and provide
She just gave and gave and gave.
She gave everything she had to her parents,
To her siblings to her aunts and uncles
Even her grand parents
Then one day she was given to her husband
What else was left for her then to claim?
Have no doubts, she was also loved,
Beyond any measure by one and all
She was provided with everything she needed to grow
But when the brothers came into the picture
She felt that she had been thrown away.
Was she still being punished for the original sin?
Was this some kind of a test?
That she was not allowed to speak her mind
Did her mind even say anything anymore?
She wondered and wondered and wondered.
She had nowhere to run to
She had no place to go
Just the hope of some change kept her going
Her suffocation ended when she saw her two daughters
As reminded herself to just breathe, just breathe.
Yin Yang
The grass grows and then it does not
The flowers bloom and then they rot
The birds they come and one day they migrate
But if you think of it, even the night doesn’t stay
Why does this happen? Happiness after sorrow
And it is sorrow after happiness in the morrow
It’s a circle, two sides of a coin whatever you may call it
You can brood about it or in this spiral make your life fit.
We laugh we cry
We live we die
We eat we diet
We sink to the bottom or we scale the heights
We believe in the stars or we make our own destiny
We let others rule our life or we revolt against tyranny
We find love and we let it go
We resort to the fast or to the slow
And thus we try to fit in
And make our lives as beautiful as a goldfish’s fin
We may quarrel and we may fight
But in the end we have to believe that everything will turn out to be all right.
From My Phoenix Feather Quill 