At my narcissistic best

I realise I am conceited, I have been told so.
I know my reality, maybe you don’t know.
My struggles smothered me,
And lies soothed me at a time when the possible was slipping away from my fingers…

Most of what I see is a mirage,
The reality obscure and imagination captivating
The diaphanous glass lets me touch my nebulous reflection,
It’s faint yet overbearing.
I realise I am conceited, I have been told so.
I know my reality, maybe you don’t know.
My struggles smothered me,
And lies soothed me at a time when the possible was slipping away from my fingers…
I don’t display much, and what you perceive is a lie.
My rules may be slightly outrageous and possession extreme,
But my life has been blotched, yours I understand is pristine.
Don’t weigh me on the same scale,
My worries have made me heftier.
I am better than you I believe, even though my wallet is emptier.
I may not react to anguish in the same manner as you…
I have learnt to live like this, no matter how crude!
Judge me, criticize me and call me what you do,
But remember that my world is my own,
& my feelings too!!

Ⓒ Prakriti Kundaliya


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Trying to understand my Baby girl

Poem on mother

I have so much to learn, she has so much to teach,

Her tiny grasp, & the world still out of reach…

She teaches silently, with eyes that shine like enstatite,

She notices everything acutely, she happens to have a keen sight

How her smile transforms into questions,

How she abhors what dissuades her, with apparent objection,

She’s not easy but intricate

Sometimes I read her like a passage and

Sometimes she is nothing less than an adage…

I wasn’t always strong, but she inspires me to be

She gives me that inconceivable strength

That only superhuman feel…

She trusts me more than I trust myself,

Makes me feel like I have finally excelled …

I don’t know if I was anything before she came,

She has added colours in the monochrome frame…

We will understand each other more,

As life unfolds itself,

Till then we’ll observe each other and try to comprehend as much as we can!

Ⓒ Prakriti Kundaliya

 

Being Woman

 

Our job is easy as women.

Homemaker or a working professional… we don’t have to either thrive or strive for much,

We are women, we get it easy.

We can multitask, break our bones from early mornings till late hours without getting tired,

Why? That’s, because we asked for it!

Our family should always be our priority, yet, professionally we should do better than most men,

So that we get to stay at work comfortably.

We must carry babies for nine months and work without complain,

At home or in office, we should be able to sustain, the hardships and the pain.

We are women, we get it easy.

We do more than men yet on ‘Those’ days you can’t afford to get lazy.

Why? That’s because we were born to act crazy,

On certain days of the month.

The men will do better without us, or so they think, 

After all, we aren’t the crown, but just one of the jewels on it.

I am still struggling to understand ourselves,

A little more brain and a little just a face!

Yet, time and again I get confused,

When our appearance is being constantly judged and IQ ignored.

Our job will always remain easy, because we as women, hereditary asked for it,

We’d always be physically rusted and emotionally weak,

To those sitting on their egoistic peak.

We are women but that’s how we’ll survive, we are women & that’ll keep us alive.

We as women should know our worth,

No amount of labels that the world bestows upon us should ever shake our trust,

Yet, we are women and that’s maybe a curse, it’ll perhaps take another lifetime before we are valued more than dust.

Until then remember,

We may not be as mighty, as all their might, yet, as a woman let’s take pleasure in being our own knight.

Ⓒ Prakriti Kundaliya