The survivor.

Oh! how are you?

He asks his eyes pained

My torn lips tremble

breasts ache in pain

And eyelids droop in shame

He prods and probes

Like a  stranger

I read too much into his lines

I did not have an orgasm, I say

If that is what you want to know.

I sense heavy

Unasked questions

I am taking a metro

Getting to work, having my espresso,and my favourite croissant I have always Been a survivor .

His eyes pained and lips trembled

But he did not hold me

nor turn back

When he shut the door.

I am again alone

A soliloquy

Monotone and monochrome.

 

The rape

The violation of my body begins

when you rip my vagina apart

Without my consent

And without consulting my heart.

 

The violation of my mind begins

When you impose laws

conditions and sanction

And my freedom you ration.

 

My index finger raises

to point

My perpetrator

His penis or his hands

I do not fear.

 

I know I am the creator

And a survivor

I cannot be vanquished

Stamped or tramped

 

For I carry the seed 

And so I can end this show

Lest you forget

I have the power to reap and sow!

A woman!

Give me a shovel,

I will make a farm.

Give me a pen

I will write poetry

Give me a scalpel

I.will save lives

Give me a foot square

I will make bridges

Give me a day in court

I will serve justice

Give me a baton

I will maintain law

Give me a cradle

I will rock it

Give me a man

I will love him

Give me a life

I will live it....

Woman...

That is who I am!

I meet you!

I think I met the you in you, I said matter of factly,
How did you find me? he asked incredulously!

walked a little bit here and a little bit there, I said not definitely

and? he prodded,

read the road signs carefully, I said cautiously
Have you reached the dead end? he asked dismally

No, I replied cheerfully
he looked at me surprised

I started from the dead end, I said pompously!

Slivers

Slivers
Of Moon light
Rode
On a dark horse
Galloping towards
The sea
In a haste to meet
It's end....

The end
Waiting below the horizon
To begin
Again!!!

Labours!

They all stood bent,
pulling the green paddy
from the water of a south west monsoon...
a song on their lips
a glint in their eyes
unfazed by the sun
their hands moved on.....

brushing the sweat with ease
they worked with poise
and a candour
that was unchained.

they would break from work soon
to partake a meal
below the huge timeless tree
and laugh and sing.

while i sit in melancholy
and hope to laugh
someday!!!!!1

Aqua lit

the blue river,
snakes through ,
pushing the green algae,

over the white stones
where the fish play their little
fishy games,

and the sand shifts uncomfortably,
to show the homes
of tiny crabs

snails and shells
trail of insects
force in the little

set me free
between the corals
now my abode......