A Birth Awaited

A Birth Awaited

She was not even born before she was claimed by blood-thirsty power- hungry history-making forces.
They expected her to be the answer to the sorrows and miseries that were ever so simple, and yet not over, following the mankind to the edge of all they knew.
Yes, they conceived that answer to be 'Beauty'.
Where was she to dwell, if at all she was allowed to be born,
with their consent, with their mutual consent which was hard to procure?
And why conceive her as 'Woman, or Man'?
The biggest hurdle was in giving Beauty a gender,
and the biggest block was finding a language that had no place for the rules of grammar,
and immunity to the aggression of power.

Somewhere along the line
some of them then began to align
into an amorphous tribe
of primitives they had learnt to leave behind
as one dread disease: 'anachronism'!
Suddenly they were ashamed
as they realized that they were closing ranks
and that the thing whose birth they were waiting for
demanded surrender before it was born!
That thing asked for
a surrender of what they called 'Identity',
a conscious giving up of their 'history',
a knowing forgetfulness of the need to exist.
And before the thing was born,
they understood the need to kill it.
It was a curse in an insidious form, and for once they all agreed.
Since then the history of the mankind is being written in terms of unspoken dualities.
The border can never be drawn,
because the world has acquired  possibilities and potentialities that take the borders out of the range of definitions.
And 'Beauty' is yet to be born.