Y Chromosome- Poem

I happened to read this poem somewhere and liked it.
Disclaimer: This isn't my poem. But a good poem ;) :)
Worth a read..

People talk about love, then they talk about being cursed

They talk about the good, later the bad that they nursed

About that someone who touched them in some way

About that someone who then suddenly went astray

I see people talking about trusting again

About not moving in the wrong lane

About not wanting disrespect nomore

About not being called an X,Y,Z, or a wh**e

I then see people describing the prominence

The submissiveness, the softness, the dominance

Of their beloved, who isn’t there anymore

Is this a game? Who in the world can then predict the score?

“One life isn’t enough” they claim

And all of them feel the same

Who is to blame? Who is wrong?

Who is manipulative? Who actually needs to be strong?

People are poetic, they are articulate

They talk about how it ended for them, what was in their fate

They call their beloved heartless

They blame others for their own mess

People find themselves wishing for more than one life

For having that tad bit extra guts to walk the edge of the knife

For having have it all in one bag

For having it ALL and yet not bothering about the tag

People want to start trusting again

They want to get over the pain

They want to feel what is true

They really want to come out of the blue

I sit back, watch those people talk

Watch those people fall, watch those people walk

Watch how everyone has a different problem to face

Watch how someone can just breach your space

I can’t help but wonder how

So much is said and now

Now that all is said and done

We are still at square one!

My Neighbor

My neighboring Aunty loves me a lot..! And I realized it pretty soon. Here is the complete story.
When I had moved in this flat, she always passed a smile whenever she saw me and so did I. Oh and she would consider my home as her own, would even move in the house without me inviting her, would check out what all stuff I have at my house and then would invite me to watch TV at her place..!! Weird, ‘coz she was this overly-friendly with only me and not my flat-mates. (Jealous they were, oh yeah! )

When Monday to Friday are working days, all you need is a nice, peaceful, relaxing weekend..! This Friday, I had fever and a lot of work pressure. There is a switch to my doorbell, which I had put off, ‘coz generally no one comes on Saturday morning, took a crocin and dozed off.

ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Saturday morning, my maid came, rang the bell and assumed I was sleeping (she knows how much I love to sleep on holidays :P ) and went to some other flat, then came the paper-wala, then the milk man and I donno if there was anyone else. My neighboring Aunty got so scared, that I wasn’t opening the door, called up the watchman and my friends in the building, and out of extreme nervousness, started yelling and questioning, “Is the girl dead? We ought to know, is she still alive or is she dead?” Seedha maar hi daala…!

Whoooa.!! Thankfully, the friend in the building called me and told the story and then I opened the door and there were so many people standing outside my house..! Man…why dint you guys welcome me like this when I moved in :P

I assured them that I was perfectly fine and ALIVE and was horrified to know that Aunty really thought I was dead..!! What..!! Seriously!

Now, even if I go home for sometime and she does not see me around, she comes to my flat to ask them about my whereabouts. Why do u love me so much..! Ohhh My..!! I am touched…!