Women

WOMEN

Blossom like flowers

anyway,

in every corner of existence, pronounce your 

presence , blurt out your dreams, and spread that fragrance

smiling  up at the sun 

and the passersby. 

It is inevitable,

that some will take you home and offer to deities,

Some  will hold you in hand,

gaze at you fondly

and be amazed, 

Some others will pluck you off the stem and tear your petals for fun,

and will discard you

and forget.

Some will make garlands of you and put you on pictures

of dead people.

 

Some will throw you down on the ground and will trample upon you, 

Some will put you on their hair until you wilt and wither.

You will be made into a bouquet and will

be given away as a gift sometimes, 

But the best ones will 

cherish you in their gardens 

and will never touch you,

They will delight 

in your existence,

in your just being there,

laughing in glee,

Their hearts fill to the brim

that they grew you

in their garden,and 

You will be allowed to die your own death 

in your own time.

Whatever may be colour of the sky,

whatever may be the strength of the wind,

The rain will touch you softly or ravage you,

still keep blooming

every day, 

every moment,

Flowers as you are;

Assert your existence.

Women:Hues

Women:Hues

When you leave your abode
Of unhappy and sick existence past a life,
That draws blood,
And hollows your being,
Both in body and psyche,
The trees in the backyard fall silent, and the wind stops blowing,
When it rains, it sounds
Like weeping
And the nights smell of death
This is what happens when you die mother.
The house looks like the interiors
of a tomb
and we feel like visitors.

-2-
When diseases hurl themselves
Mercilessly at you,
Sister comes riding the hurricane of love and
Kind vengeance, giving
Pain an anchor to grasp onto,
To ride out of the abyss of
fear and darkness.
An angel and an outlet to
All the bottled up sewerage
Life gathers day in
and day out.

-3-
The limbs
no more support the huge psychotic and
Titanic being inside the patriarch
And the tower of self-passion
Comes crumbling down to
a weak body and two weak legs.
The heart seeks and the mind refuses
To take refuge
With someone.
At this time daughters undeniably assert their presence,
To lend two hands and a big soul
Bursting with the burden of
Gratitude and an aching heart that cries inside
Yet holds the ground
And runs errands
Till the last day of your
Diminishing existence,
With unflinching devotion.

-4-
You are the only creation
That lives a phoenix life,
Burning into ashes every now and then and rising from it again.
You are the one
That breaks into
Fragments, melts into tears
and becomes one again.
You open your wings at will
and close them in love, you
Fly high above the clouds yet come back in the dusk,
to your earth and your earthlings.
You are the forever stream of
Tenderness overflowing the edges
of existence, diligently
home-bound yet branching
out to water life, growth, green pastures and wastelands,
You are the elixir
that bears, holds and sustains
this throbbing, rippling, decaying, and re-growing
Creation of the maker,
from genesis to nemesis.

ou are the cause and you
are the manifestation,
of what all of this earth is,
and all of its weird
and beautiful seasons of transition.