The absurdity

Do I even like the person

I’m inviting for dinner?

Do I really mean it

When I say you’re looking thinner?

So what if she likes a girl?

So what if he likes a boy?

So what if she didn’t wish you last night?

So WHAT if his last name isn’t Oberoi?

Nobody thinks about this though

It’s soaked within us deep

This entangled web of society

Its threads of convention make us weep

There seems a need to conform

But also a need to break out

How did we get here anyway?

Why do we not question aloud?

We choose comfort in all our situations

At least I can talk for my own

Will not the inevitability of change

Gulp down our comfort zone?

Norms are so rigid, hegemonic

We don’t even want to break away

It’s pointless; it’s like…grammar

It just has to be a certain way

I’m not saying I’m any different

Or that I want to break away

It’s just difficult to be in the system

When you see it in a different way

I don’t want to fall into the trap

I want to make my own rules

But do I have the courage to?

Are not non-conformists labeled fools?

Its grip is powerful, hard to elude

It’s oppressive, frustrating yet hard to escape…

In fact, I don’t know what’s worse

Being blissfully unaware

And not knowing you’re trapped

Or knowing you’re trapped,

But having no escape.