2 a.m.
A grave night.
The room-
Swampy lumps of darkness-
I inch towards her.
I inch towards her,
And I curl up to her.
Asleep,
Into an endless darkness,
She sinks.
Away from our world,
Away from me,
Unaware,
Carefree,
Assured even, just a little,
She slips.
I trail my fingers,
Down the smooth length of her arms.
Short, so slight.
Her skin so thin,
So cold on my skin.
Wrinkles, layers, shallow furrows,
So weary, so worn now.
But it was yesterday.
Just yesterday,
That she arranged,
Her hair in a lavish bun,
And pinned a rose, sideward.
The skin,
At her high cheekbones,
Under the setting sun,
Had glamourously glittered.
Then,
When had my Maa been growning old?
Under the shadow
Of the dying ...
Agape love!
She rubbed her back as she sat on the steps resting her head against the pillar that stood long and strong supporting the terracotta roof. Her back hurt. Doing all the chores alone had taken a toll on her health.
From preparing breakfast, lunch to doing the dishes and laundry - she was always packed with work. After she finished her daily routine, she came and sat on the steps everyday gazing at the half opened gates as if she was awaiting for someone.
Two o'clock, Three o'clock, Four o'clock... As her vision began to blur and her heavy eye lids were pushed to rest by the lazy afternoon wind. She sat waiting for them to return from school.
She was a mother of four kids.
From a teen lass
Who dreamt of stars and moon
Who believed in celebrating the falling rains
Who rejoiced the blooms of spring
Who feared heartbreak
To an independent strong stubborn lady who no longer believes in promises, meaningless friendships and love
I have travelled a long way..all alone..all by myself
Is this worth being proud that my happiness is in control of myself or should I be sad that I have turned this cold hearted?
Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads, a woman who feels too much, a woman who writes.Don’t fall in love with an educated, magical, delusional, crazy woman. Don’t fall in love with a woman who thinks, who knows what she knows and also knows how to fly; a woman sure of herself.Don’t fall in love with a woman who laughs or cries making love, knows how to turn her spirit into flesh; let alone one that loves poetry (these are the most dangerous), or spends half an hour contemplating a painting and isn't able to live without music.Don’t fall in love with a woman who is interested in politics and is rebellious and feel a huge horror from injustice. One who does not like to watch television at a...
Let me preempt this by stating here and now that men are Neanderthals, require an inordinate amount of nudging just to attain a respectable semblance of cultivation and that the fragility of our egos can be allegorically compared to the physical manifestation of our 'manhood' (i.e. our sense of self worth, much like our sexual organ, can only ever be truly inflated with the presence of a woman). Once a woman is absent, we are both figuratively and literally left limp, and revert back to a hollow husk of our former selves. And therein lies the cyclical nature that plagues men: we remember the moment of pure bliss during the experience, and the only way (however misguided) we believe we can att...
"Tu puta enamorada"
No me arrepiento de haberte conocido...
De verdad, nadie más me hubiera partido
la madre tan exquisito y sublime como lo
hiciste; bendita maldición haber probado
la ponzoña que me diste.
No me arrepiento de haberte conocido...
Lo juro. Dicen que más hombre es, el que
en el sexo hacen correr a una mujer... te
felicito cariño, me follaste hasta los ojos,
mira como estos se vienen a mares por
tus recuerdos rotos.
No me arrepiento de haberte conocido.
Sí, aunque haya dolido, aunque me hayas
jodido, siempre tu nombre llevaré en estos
dos dedos conmigo, cuando caminen siete
pasos por debajo de mi ombligo, en donde
empieza el infierno y acaba tu olvido.
No me arrepi...
"Los domingos te amo más"
Lo estaba; sí, estaba despierto
cuando usted se levantó a hacer
el desayuno, pero es que me
encanta verte con los ojos
entrecerrados sin que te des
cuenta. Fuiste de allá para acá a
buscar un blusón fresco, el de los
domingos; no lo encontraste porque
lo escondí y terminaste por ponerte
mi camisa, me fascina que lo hagas.
Observé como aspiraste el cuello y
cerraste los ojos para olerme en ella
mientras la apretujaste como si me
la quisieras arrancar como en la
noche, después volteaste conmigo
y me apreciaste por 7 minutos sin
hacer nada, solo me me mirabas y
suspirabas; 15 suspiros en total
conté, uno cada 30 segundos, pero
el último contó por dos...
I haven't forgotten you.
I've simply found my spark,
Working my way toward my true
Identity,
Depending on myself
As My dreams turn into My reality,
Costing me, my time and energy.
What better way is there to Live
If not for your own
Happiness?!~E.M. Fraser
Waking up at 7:00 AM after the mother’s pleas, dragging that lazy ass to the washroom and coming out ready to see the breakfast served on the dining table or on the bed in the best case, going out to school or work or any place you wish, learning what you like, living the way you like, meeting different people, liking few of them, loving one of them, going places with friends, living with your head high, coming back home to be the Princess, doing homework, dining what you wish, texting with friends and boyfriends, wishing them good night, thinking about how and when to tell the parents about the love, dreaming those beautiful ways to live and then sleeping like a baby.
This wasn’t exactly...
Social Taboo
As soon as I turned into an adolescent,
the discussions on my fertility had become predominant.
When the d day arrived,
my family quite rejoiced,
A huge procession was arranged,
and I assumed it was just to declare that my body has changed,
When I deterred this ideology,
I was forced to ask for an apology.
I stood stunned,
As my pleas were shunned,
I shrank beneath in my heart,
when my secrets were blown apart.
What is wrong,I wondered,
and was lost and cornered,
on why I was made to sit in a corner,
and was only allowed to murmur.
Why am I feeling so dirty?
Is it a sin to hit my puberty?
I realized that these customs are unfathomable,
I resisted to be treated as an untou...
From, because of and To this patriarchal society.
An incident which has left a grave impression on me.
One fine day when we received sweets from one family when their daughter got engaged. I heard someone passing a comment, "Now since they don't have a son, having no choice they will have to distribute gifts and sweets on their daughters engagement as well (with this I am yet to meet or rather dying to meet that one person who set this ground rule of only celebrating a son and his happiness).
When I heard this I tried to rebel. And to this day all I can think of is, I rather have people not do anything for me at all rather than having people who would do things for me lesser than they wo...
"Once Upon a Promise"
He already left me
a long time ago.
He already poured out hisself
to someone else.
He already spent his time
without me.
He can do it all over again...
Once upon a promise.
Oda de una mujer casi rota
Voy a reconstruir todo lo que destruiste.
Voy a escupir todas las palabras
que tragué para hacerte feliz.
Voy a ser más fuerte que nunca.
No me importa cómo me veas más,
es hora de dejar de luchar
por tu atención o tu amor.
Voy a apreciar todas las imperfecciones
que tú señalaste con precisión.
Voy a dejar de burlarme
de la manera en que te burlaste de mí.
Voy a dejar de quejarme de las personas
que no me tratan bien
porque me enseñaste que esto no es lo que merezco.
Tú me enseñaste que eso no es una norma.
Voy a empezar a amar todo lo que odias de mí.
Voy a empezar a vivir para mí sin temer tu existencia,
tu opinión, tu juicio o tu castigo.
El ma...
They said I'm a queen.
Respected and Majestic.
But never treated like one.
My tongue is cut
My hands are bound.
My body isn't mine.
My thoughts are shut,
I cannot think out loud,
I cannot seem to be.
I am for their entertainment.
A commodity,
Respect, they said. Admiration, they believed.
I must be a queen
They seem to believe
As they shame and imagine a different me.
They said I'm a queen
Respected and Majestic.
But I have no idea what they mean.
They said I'm a queen,
I didn't think it would mean
To be ruled and looked down upon.
Collaboration with L Victor PO#578978
A little innocence, a more of naughtiness
Caught in the smile...That's more chirpy
Mood swings between anger and happiness
And she speaks more of the hearts courtesy!!!
Innocent heart,
Naughty smile,
Courtesy anger ,
She speaks with the mood ,
Swinging is the environment,
With more of hearts and minds,
And herself she chirps.....
Favourite Songs
At the age of 22 "Hotel California" was my favourite song.
At the age of 32:
It's "Twinkle-Twinkle Lil Star" & "Baba Black Sheep".
( Said the Mother of the 2yrs old Kid)
As a rebellious teen I hate doing ANYTHING with you but at the same time deep down inside my heart I know that I’d have been NOTHING if it weren’t for a mom like you. When you told me what to do, I thought you were bogging me down. But in hindsight I realize that you were actually giving me wings...
If I can grow up to become even a LITTLE of what you are, I will consider myself to have achieved a LOT. Happy birthday mummy.....
I luv u a lot....
