THE WITHERING TREE

And the two girls started their journey Both were wearing clothes that were scanty While one was trying to show her figure, Other was trying to cover herself from the eyes of vulture While one had a possesion of a mercedes car, Other used to eke her living in small town of bihar. While one boasted of high class life style of metro city Other lived at a place where even food was in scarcity. No matter how much different their lifestyle were, The had something in common that was pronoun ' HER' Unfotunately their fate was the same Which brought nation nothing but shame. And next day came headlines on page one This country is unsafe for women.

Just when I think I have learned the way to live, Life comes up with surprises that are hard to believe. My life seems to be constant irony of maturity and regression, And my sense of progress is based on nothing but ILLUSION. Illusion that is crafted by mu own mind, Illusion that every day is of other kind. Illusion give way to dream and at one point both intermingle and my inner self is left in turmoil and to struggle. Other people seem to have smooth, trouble free existence, Atleast that's what is deciphered from their countenence. Then why only my life portrays such complex behaviour And I realise other people are afraid to reveal their true color. I have also learnt to live with a fake mask, But to live such life is an arduous task. We commit agaist each other this daily show of normality. I hate such kind of futility that we follow each day as duty. It now seems my life is devoid of all the wit, And my trouble is I analyse life instead of living it.