Gatekeeper

There's the sea, and then there's a gate
Locked and keeping you away from the shore
Bars that don't deny a view of the sea
And yet keep the waters away from me.

I've spent years sitting by this gate
Wondering when I can go past
I didn't initially question the barrier
But recently the why of it is slightly getting clear

So they didn't want me to directly look
At a topless Dimple Kapadia standing at the Sagar Kinaare
It's not sanskaari,
Its not the purest form of beauty?
But somehow 'Samundar me nahaake aur bhi namkeen ho gayi ho' was fine
They didn't have a problem with me overhearing that line

My parents, the government, the society
The normal, the educated, the righty
The powerful, the strong, the mighty

I wonder what so exists that you'd stop a freeq thinking individual from going to the beach
The golden sands of time?
The humind winds of change?
Or just the new waves that arrive everyday
And bring with them thoughts they find alien and strange?

The wave that comes in from the left,
The wave that comes in from the right
Or the broken heads of Ganpanti idols
That Bob in and out of sight

Maybe they're just worried that broken pieces of glass from old beer bottle will slowly kill my feet
Of course there's danger of me getting the scandalous idea of maybe trying to clean the beach?

The sea is edging closer now, my feet are wet
They know their efforts are failing
So now they have kept a watchman at the gates
To make sure I don't climb over the railings.