A woman who wears a shawl weaved out of words...a sister, a daughter and a friend.
Conversation With Jo
We can talk for hours and laugh in between
He respects my words as much as I respect his thinking
There we were choosing human characters from an article
Intrinsically we both chose a man who lavish in infidelity
however insane we both agreed separately
that this simple quest for human character
is not something that we should take casually.
He said, well social norm for the greater good
Even though, I respected his thinking,
I had to examine my own stand
Norm! I said to him with all due respect,
I despise that word for what it represents
I feel caged, slaved, even hanged
just hearing the word I got petrified.
What happened to our will I asked?
He then said primal needs are truthful…
I agreed but then he said, most are repressed
True again, I then said infidelity is a choice
that may not be taken-up by many
then again, he said, envied by so many…what a hypocrisy!
I then said, confinement is neither my style nor my life
To know is to acknowledge your-self
I rather be the outcast knowing my true despair
I always wondered what happens to those of us outside the norm?
Chuckled, I asked are we casualties of humanity...
How many times must we die for one life?
So that we can be in the right socially…
He said artist temperament! I agree but I call it will!
I then said; let me share a secret with you
I have never slept in one city let alone in one bed
I have traveled to several battlegrounds every night in my wake
many nights I have been in the presences of so many willingly
without disturbing the painter in Spain, or the poet in Syria,
or the writer among us, willingly, I have been with them all.
willing without any social restrain
after all, I am trusted with far greater gift such as pain
If I were to follow the norm,
I know I will start fading from my DNA (Dead-Not-Arrived) .
© October 22,2009
work in progress