To a Friend

on March 2, 2012

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Kartikey Sehgal

Present day girls are lonely, alone. Vultures, with cultivated despondency and measured smiles, feed on the girls, – adopting themselves to emotions of deceit, forsaking masculinity.

It is the test of a girl to adapt to cold mountains and narrow roads, or perceptions of hollow people dancing under bright lights. It is the test of her growth, her family, when she refuses charming propositions of misery, thereby, saving herself from that which is turning common to women – bleakness. 

Bleakness – the once bright eyes of childhood are skeptic to happiness, so that, there is confirmation in misery. And this sense of confirmation, of misery, is best left for artists, or higher souls, who learn from it and pass on their messages.

When a woman says no to misery, she affirms her self, her femininity, her family, and most of all she affirms, the man in her life. 

But misery is not for girls, who are feminine – and instinctively seek the artist. And are a counterpart to his night – light of his day. 

The vultures feed on the weak feminine. Words and moods and images are mere constructions to her heart. For the vulture does not create, he borrows. He borrows and uses that – that her soul lacks. He borrows the worst.

Woman is bleak, and society is bleak in the rule of the vultures… 
Artists pass by, as her eyes are fixed over the cold mountains and narrow roads.
The artists are lonely, women are lonely, and trees swirl in whispers of sorrow.

Know that:

Artists can guide a woman, and in turn are softened by her.
Vultures are lesser men. 

In response to a query on the condition of ‘modern’ women and her relation to the breakdown (and bleakness) of modern society.


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