Who am I to opine???

The woman walks topless. The viewers stare at her insanity. I just admire her beauty and hey, I'm straight, there's nothing wrong in appreciating beauty. I feel like defending her but who has given me that right? Who am I to judge??? 
As children, a girl can bask in the sun naked so long as her breasts don't start growing. A boy is only becoming a man, he can take off his clothes and still be normal at any time of his life. Who am I to comment on??? 
There's something wrong with the lady who doesn't want to get married. An unmarried man is very dedicated to his contributions. He sacrifices for mankind and mind you, it's not humankind. Shhhhh!!! I must keep mum, otherwise, no one will marry me, mustn't I???
I get periods and I buy sanitary pads too but the shopkeepers hand me those in black polyethylene bags. They are for hygiene and do I really need to hide? Who am I to decide??? 
Oh yes, I have PMS too every month but you must bear with me. Oh hell, no, you shouldn't, it's not your fault. Then again, who am I to advise you??? 
I fall in love and yeah, not just one time because I have a big heart and yet, I might sound like a slut. Hey, who am I to say that??? 
Telling a lie by elders and bribing a child with chocolates are all perks which I fail to fathom everytime. I can't speak it out because I am just a child and elders are supposed to be right. After all, they inhabited the earth before me. Who am I to voice against??? 
I can go on making mistakes. This is my life journey. How are you going to understand my sufferings, my helplessness? They shouldn't have committed the sin. How could they hit the teacher just because their son was punished for teasing a girl? This is horrendous. If they do, it's wrong. If I do, it's a necessity. Who am I to blame anyone??? 
I can't tell people we can minimize health hazards by examining the risk factors and balancing our body elements. I am not a doctor so why would they listen to me? Who am I to complain??? 
Children catch slangs very easily. It's quite natural so they're prevented from using them as it's wrong but it's very right for parents to use in front of them and you're not to intervene. After all, they're parents and they're always right. You're here because you were born to them. Your whole existence began because they brought you here. How can you even think of speaking against them? Who am I to intrude??? 
Everywhere in the world, many a lives are taken everyday for no reason by the so-called self-proclaimed powerful lot. You're not to revolt against them, you have to keep quiet. After all, their relatives are compensated. Really!!! Were their lives worth just a lakh? How much will your life cost then? Who am I to protest anyway??? 
Children prosper, they've a good father. They fail, their mother didn't give them a proper upbringing. And all this while, I thought parents would make love to make babies. If this is right, who decides how much and who is to be credited to or blamed for? I believe they have equal rights and duties. Who am I to balance??? 
I am a girl who just loves action flicks as I prefer less drama, both in reel and real lives and yes!!! I'm a lady and very much normal. Yet, who am I to blow my own trumpet??? 
Humans feel something else in their hearts, think differently with their minds and yet, what comes out of their mouths has no connection with either the heart or the mind. How will you be human if you speak your mind? You'll be alienated. Don't be a stranger, people kill strangers. Do you want to get killed? Who am I to opine??? 
I want to fly and live my life my way but baby!!! I have got no wings nor ways so how can I??? 
I live in an amazing dreamland and love to dream. I dream of a peaceful world but then, it's only a dream. Dreams are meant to be secretive, aren't they? I'm going to sleep to dream yet again. 
Peace out and in !!! 

The Green amidst the Blues!

Gone are the days when we used to find happiness in blowing balloons, sipping
a cup of hot coffee curled underneath a blanket on a rainy day chit-chatting with
our siblings, playing dumb-charade while fooling the other team. The community
feeling invoked by hide-and-seek games is all replaced by the competition of online
games. Dinner time stories get converted into intercom calls for room service.
Are we intellectually evolved or have we just become pseudo-intellectuals?

The robotic life troubles everyone, yet we seem to get accustomed to it more and
more with the seemingly approaching machine-age war. Every soul starts enjoying
solitude! Perhaps, the distrust, the betrayal, the frustration, the fears, the
depression, the pain have all traumatized the good heart willing to give, help, love,
sacrifice. The shells have already been cocooned even before being seasoned out.
Detachment is aspired more than attachment.

Amidst the chaos, one fine day, the child in me awakens remembering the promises
she kept to herself. Still young at heart, she travels to get replenished. Sure, she
does for she finds the greener side long concealed behind the intellectual idiotic mind,
all thanks to the good people she chances upon.

The happiness is all there---in the daily small activities which seem mundane, the
pollution-free roads, the sky, the nature bountiful enough to offer anything and
everything, the earth calling to be saved from the bad people, the love of the genuine
souls.

A silver lining exists even in minute things! Awakened, it's bliss to be alive!

Why I might be far richer than I possibly imagine?

A roof above my head and attires to shield my bareness, I lie snuggled up in my bed listening to my favourite playlist. I think of the days when I was a little girl, quite protected even by my younglings. Dreams as vast as the oceans hover above my sky, the horizon of which leads me on. The thought of basking in the sun leaves my skin bare. The tides rise to haunt me only to bring me back to reality. I shudder at this realisation. Time and again, I cleanse my vision with a few drops of eternal tears, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of love and sometimes, out of loneliness. With much efforts and understanding, weaknesses become my strengths and loneliness suddenly converts to solitude. Perhaps, I am happy from inside. I have a lovely family one can ever have and some friends worth a lifetime, a few nice acquaintances too and of course, I love my work. I don't get murky with fights nor do I get jeopardised. Maybe, I am far richer than I possibly imagine!