Thursday, 19 September 2013

To Let Go, To Let Love...




Sip after sip, and the last few gulps,
My head is dancing; and dancing like a ‘feather’…
A ‘feather’ that should have slipped into the heavy wind,
As it rubbed off some bird's troubled wing

My head now a feather, dancing with my lost thoughts,
Dancing madly, the tempo rising, the beats soaring with every new gulp,
Eyes now shutting, but I force them open
To keep the feather from losing its rhythm in the dark!

I can feel the heat inside my belly, even my skin feels hot,
My breath smells of wine, red red wine bubbling in my veins,
My tears now blood red, red as my wine...
Dizzy eye-lashes soak in the red, and retire,

And the tired ‘feather’ has now withdrawn its performance… !

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Eyes (still the shade of Wine) open as a melodious voice kisses their lid...
The feather has disappeared, an iron log now replacing my head...
The voice gets clearer, sweeter in praise of the mighty Elephant-God..
'Sukh karta Dukh harta, Varta vighnachi...' oh yes! He’s come, ‘Bappa’, My Lord!

This new morning, nothing like my last night...
Red wine fading from all its invasions, slow and quiet...
Blood, breath, eyes, skin now being freed,
The iron log on the head shedding its stubborn weight; Senses slowly being redeemed!

Devotion billowing all around, setting up a mood,
Fragrance form incense sticks spilling out, like soothing music from a flute...
The next 10 days promising cheer and celebration
My buoyant heart now making room for submission, some jubilation...

Brighter days ushering in as my will, my wish now cling to the lord,
His dainty eyes offering ‘assurance’, His generous belly ‘accepting’ anything that I’d offer...
His mighty form ‘wiping off all hurdles’ I perceive… Now, in this very moment,
His enormous elephant head brings me close to his ‘wisdom’, his knowledge so ardent...

His only tusk re-inforcing the motive of 'focus',
This flaring of energy, I can sense, positive and hopeful in its stance...
Shaping this burst of energy with control and balance is ‘Your’ form,
O Ganesha, it’s your frame, your etiquette that’s brought me faith and strength!

And the day has come when ‘Bappa’ has to leave...
With his 'mooshika', the mouse that cuts into blinds of ignorance and fear!
And even in his farewell, he leaves me another lesson,
Showing me yet again the brilliance I hold with my ability to let him go...!

In his elephant form I see him, as he wades his way into the water,
Away from all we mortals who should now learn the essence of letting go...
For it is only in detachment that fear bows down to 'faith'.
The radiance inside me, now unleashing yet again accepting a new start.

Like the hangover from wine that refused to stay,
The bird's wing had to let off its feather when the storm came,
That moment is now, when I see how to let go…
To let my resilience soar, and doubts clear, I have to let go...

I must grow beyond attachment, and know that all is dispensable,
And to be able to love in the highest order,
Like a sturdy tree with its roots deepened into the earth and poised to deliver without dispute,
I must know that all things that come, will go;  like the sun and rain with their own time and purpose.

Like the buzz in my head, the heat inside my gut, the dizzying night and the Elephant-God...
Which came and left after their roles in the scheme of the larger mystery of Life,
I now know, it’s only in letting go that I can let love in...
A love that is above all, nourishing and radiant, making me indomitable, invincible!




--------------------------------------------------------- Love without conditions is not a permanent state, but a practice!






Friday, 10 May 2013

The Girl with Ebony Saucer-ed Eyes





The dark in my eyes,
Coughing, Swelling, Pervading....
Tarred last memories smoking off my exhaust mind,
Clogging, congesting my senses, Arresting clarity, Shutting out a verve that was mine...

The dark in my eyes,
Deeper than the hue of the night sky,
Stubborn like the colour on my paint pallet,
A 'black' I stare into, like a blinded soul, deprived and obstructed.

The dark in my eyes,
Pressing against my lenses...
As if wanting to burrow through its white, pour down my inside,
And seep farther to rob my blood of its red...

The dark in my eyes,
Invading my core, inflating my pipes and puffing my organs...
I feel the dark surge inside my ribs, thwarting my pulse,
The black venom pinching my heart, wrenching its valves, silencing its last few beats...

The dark in my eyes,
Now flooding my presence, stilling my endurance...
A somber melanoid shadow remains, deserted and forlorn,
Two ghostly haunted voids weep, where once a pair of ebony saucer-ed eyes charmed and smiled.

The dark in my eyes,
And a black cadaver - all that i now have for mine...
Needing no grave, no remembrance, no farewell...
Wandering without kin or kith, with no last ritual or even a prayer.

My black-skinned, dried blooded corpse begs for no rebirth,
For this world is no place for her, no place for love...
Where hope is shunned, faith rebuked and peace chided,
Where the ones you confide in trip you down, enjoy a laugh...

A place where your people, let go, find different roads,
After promises exchanged, vows held high and dreams conceived...
Where your own turns foe from friend, leaves you at a dead end..
Where the spark in those ebony saucer-ed eyes die away, with 'black'
barring her breath...!



Monday, 11 February 2013

Women of Spirit






"A Whore. A Slut." The Urban online dictionary defines both these words as 'A Woman who sleeps with everyone'.

"Sleeps with everyone" - Really? The one who coined these terms surely never knew what it feels like to be a woman! 


People all around discussing women rights and women empowerment these days. We are debating efficient measures to usher in safety and respect for women in a country which is home to more than 5 million women sex workers. 


These Women too with a uterus, a mind, a heart. Nothing more. Nothing less. Each of whom bleeds every month to sync with nature's rhythm and behavior, gives birth to children, have had their first time with intercourse, each of whom with their first stories that pushed them into the flesh trade....


These are women. Who laugh.cry.smile.envy.think. Who live and breathe. But the law of our land wont care. Won't listen, recognize them as existent. Why? Because you think they could make themselves useful elsewhere and that prostitution is 'not by chance but CHOICE' ? .............. Really? 


Women empowerment, we discuss in my country where over 5 million women are denied legal recognition! 


Women empowerment in my country of 5 million whores. 


You call my Sister a Whore; A whore with might and courage holding her spine! It takes real substance to be a Woman. 




A Woman In My Country!


-----------------------------------------------------------  -- I, Restless|Ashamed|Disgusted|Furious.