The Girl

She moves her hair away
Knows that they will come back again
Why does she move them away?

She argues and argues and argues
Knowing that she will win
Argues with mind, body and grit
Arguing an argument that doesn’t even exist

She knows that she can seduce
Move sensuously
Shake on dance floor
Make a teetotaler go loose

She owns the one she loves
Or she will cut him to pieces
Metaphorically, not literally you brutes
She can just use any of her leashes

She sways like a snake
Looks like she isn’t awake
As long as she’s happy and pretty
And there is a lot of chatter
And she doesn’t get fatter
The rest doesn’t matter

She is pretty, she is hot
She is beauty
She is so much
She is a lot

She is strength
She is love
She is petty
So chatty
She is power
Nothing less
Without her
You will love this
Without her
Man is a mess
Man is a mess

She thinks too much
Confuses the hell out of her as such
Then she spreads the confusion all over
The confusion spread in water, she is the rower
Oh, my god
All over
All over

There is so much a girl is
She drives the world mad
She drives me too mad
But trust me
I will sign on a paper which says
Without her
The world will be so sad

There is a girl in my mom
There is a girl in your mother
Every time you talk to a woman
Talk to the girl

She wants to look pretty
She wants to know that others think she is pretty
She wants to be clever
But she will let you be cleverer
As long as she gets her way
Trust me
She owns the sway

She will make you happy
I swear
Let her have her way!

Let her have her way!

Whose Standards?!

Whose standards?

Parents? No, they belong to a different generation. They did the best they could. Did they live a happy life? Well, happiness wasn’t the top of their standards or parameters to navigate through life.

Society? Society doesn’t know whose standards are society’s standards. These rules are always evolving. Society moves as per the tipping points created by a few individuals who end up occupying dominant positions and their rules become the rules of the society. Is the society happy? No, I can’t say that for sure. Only a few people have genuine smiles and faultless, uninhibited laughter.

Our own? How do we create our own standards? Well, I guess they get created out of disillusionment with the ones that we come across. These are a mix of the standards of the mad bunch, the rough edges, the few who have the courage of chart a rule book of their own. The ones who choose to hold individual followed by collective happiness as the only standard worth living up to.

All lives are unique. Yours is unprecedented. Create your own rule book.

Be happy. Spread it. That’s the only standard worth living for.