Me, my wife and our married life

I got married in 2003
Life was young and free
I was 26
and I took the risk

I belong to a joint family
she grew in a nuclear family
Our thoughts were a mismatch
conversations were out of catch

She liked to have an open talk
I was a reserved lot
Her expectations were different
my ideologies were repellent

she was a career woman
I an ambitious man
I persuaded on my own business
her career was left in a mess  

slowly I started understanding
life started turning
she became my good friend
our conversations are in blend

Now our marriage is in teen
Life looks all young and green
With my kids, my dear
Thank you God, my eyes in tear.

Hemang Dani

and she got married
gave birth
i’ve become kind of a relic

like sun or time

because we’ve known each other for four billion years

Domestic life, wouldn’t it be nice,
wine in hand, topped with ice.
Your hair shining ginger in the sun,
at the BBQ, loading sausages in buns
as our son screams and trips over. Twice!

On Thursday we lounge and eat egg-fried rice,
all we do is laugh and you say: 'This is Paradise.'
Then we shout over cake, it’s overdone!
Domestic life.

You see my tears and hug me, feels nice.
You’re still the man with the best advice.
So take me to Harvester, just for fun,
then we talk in funny voices to our sweet son.
Let’s drink more wine we bought half price.
Domestic life.

My dearest wife,
    no matter
how cruel the world is,
we don't break over weak words
    and lose our sanity
over uneducated fools

For my vow is strong
     and my words are true
the sky may fall
   but atleast I have you.

For I love you,
in every parts you adore and hate.
I have found myself a woman so priceless
that in every richness
the world has,
no dime can outshine you

  and no other woman
can have my heart
    Because it will always be you

the fact of the matter
the wrong thing never feels right

because you've been here before

which should prove
that rings are inconsequential
malice is not the genius of what you wanted her to be

they say you cant have your cake and eat it too
the royal they are right

you get married
white dress
and shes beautiful

when she falls out of love
and ends up
in my house
in my bed
in my life
******* everything up for me

making me wish
i could have her
make better choices

that ended up with

me and her in the first place
not sneaking in silver
while current bronze

former gold

who won on a technicality

sits at home
hoping she doesn't fall in love with me

well.

she did.

but so did i.

They all see what she wants them to see. They can’t see the darkness inside. They can’t see the wounds that she gave herself. Wounds that she always hides. She fixes dinner, prays for release, and rolls over when it’s over cause she’s just another broken housewife.
She’s defective straight out of the box. She gets her happiness from a bottle. Just another pill down the shoot, then another, then another. She tucks the kids in, and does her very best to hold it all together for them. But she’s unraveling at the seams. She wants nothing more than to please cause she’s just another broken housewife.
No one can see her tears. No one can hear her screams. No one is there to care for her wounds. The black and blue patches that litter her skin. She’s good at hiding everything. She’s so good at holding everything in cause she’s just another broken housewife.