The Lost Spark

I once knew a girl,
Bubbly, smart with dreams in her eyes,
Wanting the same things as I do.
To live life with a zing,
To have an identity of her own,
But suddenly out of the blue,
She had to bid her dreams adieu,
The ones she wanted to pursue.

Because a wonderful thing happened,
She married and left everything behind,
Starting her life in a new avenue.
And all her dreams were sealed in a box,
And I waited for her to open it again,
The core essence of a person doesn't change.
I thought may be she's keeping her dreams in queue,
After all marriage is one of the best things to happen to you.

Gradually she kept throwing things out of her life,
Started with her thoughts,her hobbies,her dreams.
And I kept on urging her to not lock herself in..
To not suffocate herself from within.
Apparently she says that's the right thing to do,
Everyone's happy she said, knowing it's not true.

We live in a place where,
If a woman is independent,
Its assumed she is over smart.
If she has her own mind,
She is supposed to be bold.
If she is serious about career,
She won't be a good mother.
If she has a passion for a hobby,
She doesn't give time to family.


We live in a hypocritical place,
In a sonorous labyrinth of ideologies,
And she got lost in it..
Instead of living the amazing journey,
The journey just made her give up every part of her,
For a destination which is a myth.
Succumbed to the point that I don't recognise her..
Not sad, but neither does she have a happy glow,
In a relationship where they both are supposed to grow,
But she is covered in a thick carpet of snow
And I am hoping for all that I know,
That the snow will soon melt,
And she will come out of the shadow..