March 3, 2007
With this thought i was living
i was letting these thoughts not surface, not hurt me where they hurt the most...myself
as a young girl these things never crossed my mind, never gave it, even one thought
only in magazines i had read such things
then it happened in my life
a single blow...crossed me over to another side of a line...a place where, when i woke i saw i was tagged an outcaste
just the girl i was..even today i am such...
old friends find no difference in the way i laugh
new people just enjoy the madness ,so they say
men give attention more than deserved , may be....
im still tongue tied in big crowds
still walk in the rain
still my heart beats when i feel im in love
still i cry when it hurts
still i expect ...i dream
what has changed ..i do not know
but when i woke they were all far away....they all tagged me an outcaste....
i thought the world was only divided into continents, countries and castes. i never knew there were more lines..that were not seen...but that hurt more.
i am not a girl, not sanjukta..am a ' '.......thats the identity they give me....they can never accept me....sanjukta is lost...
why these lines we draw...
why their hearts dont melt
why cant i love like once did
why cant i choose
anyone..with an answer?
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