Re-emerge.

      You are there. You can see it. Shining in all its glory. You can feel it make your blood hot. It has mocked you, making you want it even more. Now you stand just a step away. One strong leap and you own the world. 

     We all have this one thing we want. It may be love, an approval, a job, a possession even. And we fight for it, barring all obstacles. Day and night. Toiling, slogging, trudging, plodding. It is almost routine. And BOOM! You have it. You forget about all that you sacrificed. All the suffering you endured. But what after that? What after the championship is yours?

     After that there is a void that is so hard to fill. The day and night laboring is forgotten. You actually miss the toiling. You start questioning if you are worthy enough of what you got. And this, people, is the final obstacle. The most dangerous one because it has a saintly aura about it. Renouncing joy and conquest. It haunts because it feels so right. So just. 

     I am not saying that you don't enjoy the prize you work so hard to achieve, but there is something constantly nagging at you. Masticating on your rightful reward. Making you battle your befitting success. Taxing to burn you to the ground. 

     When you beat this unremittence, you become the Phoenix. Re-emerging from ashes.

A monologue.

"Myself I see in your eyes,as yourself you see in yours.But the difference is that you look at your face and I at your soul.You see yourself pretty,then you see yourself beastly and blink twice.See through my eyes,today. A darkened soul here,a lightening one there. And one moving from the light to the dark.I screech to help but only to hear my own echoes. A hundred and fifty am I aged. I've seen it all,and kept to myself. If only I could tell. I've seen how features differed but not the souls.That innocent lie that had to be covered by a hundred others. I've seen as you waited for your father at the door. And today I see as your daughter do the same. I've seen from rags to riches. But most of all, I have seen the affection constant through generations. I've seen all human and I still see it. Just a little dusted,that is all. A crack on the shell is all you need. If only I could tell. See through my eyes and you will see,the veil will be off to reveal,your beauty that I hold in my eyes,as your lashes blink with uncertainty.

          I'm the mirror on the wall.

The darkest and fairest soul of them all.

I reflect just before you begin to fall,

And the saviour,yourself,then you shall call."

The archaic desire.

     "I am a strong woman. Equally qualified and hence equally capable as the 27 mern in this room. I have nothing to be afraid of." She tells herself as she sits in the room awaiting the results of the interview. When she walked in this morning  she was surprised to be the only female candidate for the post. She is snapped back into reality as she is summoned inside the room after what seems like a hundred years. "Miss you have the job." She is told and the apprehensive look on her face is is replaced by pure delight. "Yes, there were two or three candidates had better work experience but we have decided to hire you because you are a female."
     What would you do if you were her? Take the job or decline? If you say you will take it, then why? You have the job because you are a female. Isn't this a traditionalist backlash to gender inequality? We women need to understand that it won't be easy. Yes, no doubt each and every woman is just as capable as any man. She has every right to choose how she wants her life to be.
But are we truly ready?
Are we ready to give up on the free passes which come with being a woman?
Are we to not only change our lifestyle but also the mindset of the patriarchal public who question us ?
     The reservation for women. On a lighter note. the 'ladies first' rule. Yes, we want to split the bills but don't we like it when he buys us flowers? Will the modern feminist ever beat the archaic desire? 

Dusted and REdazzled.

      "You see that coffin buried six feet under? Yes. That one. I know for a fact that what it contains was buried alive." I gasp at the words. "And you know who buried it? You will not believe me when I tell you. It was its very creator." Now i am horror-struck but curiosity gets the best of me. I ask why. 
      "Haah. You will laugh at why. The creator was afraid. Afraid of the time when his creation would come before the world. He was afraid people would question its very presence. That it would be laughed at. That it would turn so weak that it would burn and crash and break. So he decided to finish it when it was yet to reap. He burned it, suffocated it, drowned it even but to no avail. It was stronger than he thought. It would resurface. The fool then buried it alive. He didn't realise that it was strong enough to take on the world. Now it lies locked up in that coffin. The creator visits it sometimes when he is low but never lets it free."
      I am beyond angry. I am so angry that I let out a small cry. "The creator was so blind that he never saw beyond fears. He feared the questioning eyes of someone called 'mom'. And the rejection of some called 'dad', I remember. He shivered at the thought of the reaction from his 'friends' and feared the laughs from his' neighbours'. He feared eyes that would look him down but now it is worse. He has fallen down in his own eyes and is struggling to live with it."
      I start putting two and two together when it hits me. My guilty face is correctly read. "You got it, didn't you? It is you who is the creator. And what lies in that coffin is your DREAM.Your creation. You tried to destroy it. But it isn't dead. See how strong it is? " I am numbed. Petrified. " Don't look so white. Time hasn't gone and it is still alive despite all your efforts. Let it out. Embrace it and let the world see. The world may not find it right but it most definitely is not wrong. It is the third."
This was a conversation I once had in my mind. That day i was dusted to REdazzle.
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