Tuesday, 23 August 2016

[Poem] A Dewdrop of Warmth

                                                      Image Credit- Sheila Verghis

I neither know day nor night
All I do is see the light
I live in beauty I live in vigour
I glide on the air I feast on nectar

I am a dewdrop of warmth
That glimmers and is gone

I fear neither age nor disease
My life is always an endless trapeze.

[Poem] How Can My Love Hold Him? When...


He is a wanderer  he is a rebel
He is wanton he is wild
He is a fiend most dreadful
But he is also gentle as a child

He is a traveller adventurous
Tripping around in the wilderness
He flutes as he scales mountains
And sings as he rides the seas

No windows stop, no door bars his way
Bodies come under his sway
They surrender, All is his - to plunder

He is the classic imp
undoing a button here, pulling a pleat there
He pushes hats and caps awry
Setting the locks beneath free

How can my love hold him, when nothing can?
He is the breeze, a tease upon the trees
And all I can do - is
Sing of his caprice.

[Poem] In the Land of Sindhu


Proudly flows the Sindhu river
In the land that is named after her
And today that same nation, voices in unison
Your name in one breath, lauds your mission
You, the young star on the horizon
Have pirouetted the country in jubilation
India, your women have finally arrived
Sindhu's Silver, our birthday present, delivered Indian style!

Wednesday, 17 August 2016

[Poem] The Fall

                                                       Image: Munier, Emile -The Broken Vase 
A battered mother
smothers to save
feeds husk
the neonate to choke
She crushes, she kills to save
Her wealth, her honour
Or her daughter's
She does not know...
Thus began our oral histories

She does not know
I am the hope for mankind

I Survive held aloft
by wispy tendrils
that threaten to break
Overhead hovers the weight of centuries
Cloudbursts of oppression to rain

Then I fall,
At every heave
'You are a virgin, free of guile'
'You are a sin, a temptress rank and vile'
The phrases pile
'You are weak'
Abuses pile
Of the mouth, the lips, the hips

I thrash about
My womb swells
Births Dragons, Catapults, Mortars, Cannons,
A giant advances all cells firing

Meanwhile I lie curled
In my own pod
I crawl, crouch in cold and wetness
Every time to rise - fear purged
Laughing