On Whom to Blame?

On Whom can we blame. Let's face it. We are human beings. Attributing blame (or excuses) is something we all do. Why? What is it in our physiological make-up that somehow justifies this tendency in almost all of us? The answer is that it's a secret. A true earthly secret that is kept even from ourselves. Perhaps our egos allow us to "live with ourselves" if we can somehow convince ourselves that we didn't fail; that we didn't do anything wrong. And as you and I both know, We (just about) never do! Right!

Here it is, but please remember, keep it a secret:

Secrets remain
a world to blame
hearts with no shame
life, but a game
they look the same
separate is their fame
from afar they came
but a secret with
no name, and
a life with no
shame

Have you ever been blamed for something you didn't do
You feel violated of your own trust
Sometimes you don't even know the situation
Being blamed for something you didn't do is like a chain on you
Weighing you down from being sane
Propagate and profligate why your life is horrible
In your dreams, you run horridly
Beforehand you were happy
Therefore now you are worsening
Day by day
Have you ever been blamed for something you didn't do

“It’s a Girl.” They said,
Destined to go to her ‘own’ home one day,
As if she is born into a strangers home.

Marriage has its own time,
Why make her birth seem like a crime?
Do give her the unconditional love but don’t consider her a bad luck.

“Who will bring forward the family name? She will bring only a shame”, they said
Destined to go to her ‘own’ home one day,
As if she is born into a strangers home.

If that were the case,
Ashamed are parents who gave birth to,
Kalpana Chawla, Asha Roy, Arundhati Battacharya and many more.

Worried about the family name?
Bring her out of the shallow box,
Filled with your narrow thoughts,
Help her reach her full potential,
Then watch the family name gain credentials.

“Do what he tells you to.” They said,
That is your house,
He is your everything.

From her, kings are born,
From her, woman is born,
Without her, there would be nobody at all,
So why then do we make her a slave?

Likes, shares, tweets and re-tweets can only do so much…
Empower your thoughts and not just the woman,
Teach your son to respect the girls,
Allow your daughters to reach their passion,
Then watch the empowerment take action.

I will blame myself
for every thought, word, and action
that I thought would bring you closer.
It only served to push you further away.
If you love something, let it go.
What a cliché.
So I let you go
in a desperate attempt to bring you closer
I let you go.
You never returned.
And now I sit and wonder-
did I love you too much?
or did I never love you at all?

Ah go ahead
Throw me the ball of blame
I can hit them strike to shame
but I'd love it better
if you'd just put the sport to rest
and come inside my arms
where you'll feel warm and safe
above all this mess
settles the love we always have

I look in the crowd
looking for someone to blame
in the distance I hear my name.

I look in my puddle of tears
drowning out the picture of who I should be
but in that mirror,
something shocking I see:
A  sad girl whose made bad choices in life
pointing the finger right at ME.

Thunderstorm

Hurricane

Rain falling on

My window pane

Crying screaming

Taking blame

Heart is hurting

Feel the shame

I can’t escape

All the pain

Don’t know how

I’m even sane