Two Equal Halves

Equal doesn’t have to be identical

yinyang

If it was so…

The ether was similar to earth

The fire and water were akin

Like two fraternal twins

The Yin and Yang stood for the same

Not symbolizing the duality of nature,

Just two discrete names.

Earth adorns a white bridal veil each winter

Autumn she rests and hibernates

Spring impregnates the seed in her womb

Come summer it grows and germinates

A perfect harmony then, nature reverberates

Ever wonder…

If the cosmos goes askew

And orbs go astray

The sun decides not to rise

The days would get swallowed by nights

No light, no life, no time would hold

The universe will be a one big black hole.

But that’s not what makes the world go round

For zillions of light years what keeps it abound

The Universe subsists and gravity sustains

The orbs revolve, in orbits they remain

Fire, water, air and wood

All respect each other’s protocol

Each element sings its note

The quintessence of existence

Lies in playing their Equal Vital role

Actually…

Equal was never meant to be Identical

But equally relevant

Contrary but complementary

Distinct yet interconnected

Symbiotic but apart

Muscle to move the body

And blood to warm the heart

You need a fine amalgam

To reach a common goal

To give birth to a new life

And make that indivisible whole.

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A DESIRE OR TWO…

A desire or two

Browbeaten and bottled up

Secured safely, archived in the cellar

Lost sight and forgotten

Under the dusty layer of clay.

 

A hankering rambler

Wanting to quench

Opened the window of the cellar

Taking a sneak peek

Into the watering hole, well arrayed.

 

Entering the dark corners

Damp and musty

Stirring the long trapped

Air inside

The wanderer found his quay.

 

The tightly shut cover

Loosening its grip wanting to breathe

Got a whiff of the vintage spirits

Intoxicated and provoked

Nudged the lid away.

 

Losing the cover

Laid bare the desires

No longer caged and bedevilled

Leapt out of control

Slid and had their way.

Yet Another Women’s Day !!

Women’s day again and we have the same agenda to steer….

Today again after decades, I reminisce a beautiful verse written by a highly acclaimed, prominent woman novelist, and essayist Amrita Pritam. She was a leading 20th-century poetess of Punjabi language –.. .My grandmother used to often recite her verse remembering the atrocities caused to women at the time of India Pakistan partition…

Aj aakhan Waris Shah nun kiton kabraan vichchon bol,
Te aj kitab-e-ishq daa koi agla varka phol..
Ik roi si dhi Punjab di tun likh likh maare vaen,
Aj lakhaan dhian rondian tainun Waris Shah nun kehn..
Dharti te lau vaseya, kabran paiyyan chon, Preet diyan sehzadiyan ajj vich mazaaraan ron..
Ajj sabbe Kaidon ban gaye, husan ishq de chor, Ajj kithon le aaiye labh ke waris shah ik hor..

For those who don’t understand Punjabi, an attempt to translate above stanza in English ….

Today, I call upon Waris Shah, “Speak from your grave”
And turn today the book of love’s next affectionate page
Once, a daughter of Punjab cried and you wrote a wailing saga
Today, a million daughters cry to you, Rise O’ Waris Shah!!
Today all have turned Quaidons, the tormentors of love and beauty,
Where can we find another one like Waris Shah who could cause a revolution with his poetry

Ironically, after more than six decades this verse is still as apt to our ever globalizing country and progressive society as it was when we were a conservative and right-winger society. I often wonder we are the most hypocrite society who shows respect for fairer gender only in scriptures and sculptures in temples. The moment we step out of the holy places on the road back into our houses, to our work places, we adorn our bigoted instincts and assert our power on weaker sections.

Male female ratio, women education percentage, gender neutrality and inclusivity, crime against women… you pick up any census… at what pace are we growing. While we claim to be the next big economic power in the world, we have a huge land to cover. Essentially, the status of women is the reflection of state of development of any country.

Unfortunately, we all know that we have a law in the country which cannot protect its little less than half the population. We have a constitution which cannot ensure equal rights of freedom to women. A government which takes its own pace and time to confront such crimes and police that starts reacting only when masses come on the road to protest. Does this really guarantee any solution to this problem, I am not hopeful.

So friends!! we have to make a choice between acting helpless and blame the system or do our bit!

My question to everyone is –“ Are we doing our bit, if we desire a change !! ”

How many of us are parents, guardians and have daughters, sisters who wish them an independent tomorrow. I guess most of us. But what are we doing to create a social setup where our sisters, daughters, wives can go out and work as an equal person and professional as our male friends. Have we done enough!?

Then how do we expect this transformation to happen on its own, overnight.
Mahatma Gandhi said, “Be the change you wish to see in the world”. It sounds banal but I am repeating it for its unsurpassed value.
If we all wish to give a true meaning to this Women’s day, Lets go home today and try bring this little change in our own life, our environment! To begin with: 

1.   Respect the woman at home (charity begins at home). It could be our mother, sister, wife, daughter for a person she is and value she is bringing to our life.

2.   Let’s not offend her in private or in front of our children, colleagues, friends in compulsive outburst of our chauvinism.

3.   Let’s not promote cheap, senseless jokes, profane language just to assert our power.

4.   Teach our children, especially sons to respect women as mothers, sisters, spouses and most importantly human beings.

5.   I bet it won’t take away masculinity from anyone if we exhibit this behavior and be the role model ourselves.

6.   Now at work, if we genuinely wish to make our sisters, daughters safe and breathe in fear free air, let’s start respecting others’ sisters and daughters who are our   colleagues today.

I know this will still take a few years to change the old wiring and completely replace with new social order. But before we know, a revolution may have already begun.

Tribute to Nirbhaya, the rape victim !

Tribute to Nirbhaya…

 

Once again a daughter is sacrificed

Tormented n wounded was she to the core

So barbarically, that she lost her life

Questioning humanity that how many more!

 

Once again someone has dared

Acted sinful and immoral

Beleaguered and coerced the innocent

To prove his satanic power

 

Once again I heard

This dark sinister laughter

My ears deafen with splitting

and piercing screams of torture

 

Once again I tossed n turned

Sleepless through the night

I called upon ‘O God’,

Who claims to be almight

 

You’re known to be Supreme,

So where is your clout

I learnt you stood for the weak,

Protected with your shroud

 

We learnt from the scriptures

One pays for one’s misdeeds

I haven’t seen many brought to justice

Virtuous victims only recede

 

All that while we cry hoarse

Against the malevolent society

Why shouldn’t we then question

Your chauvinistic deity

 

Dowry deaths, honor killings

and daily physical assaults

Or shouldn’t we support the womb killings

to save the pain afterwards

 

Once again I have no answer

to our daughters we raise

No protection can I guarantee,

No promise I can make

 

My heart is torn for the sufferers,

Who fall to devils’ prey

How can we be their guardians,

When You are not au’fait

 

How many more sacrifices

And assaults will it take

To stir You up to chasten

The sordid and depraved !!

 

Have I Lost my Poetry !!

Photography by Tejas Singh

Photography by Tejas Singh

Have I Lost my Poetry !!

 

Have run out of ideas, disarray are my thoughts

I have lost my words and dreams, gamut of writing art

Which earlier was my forte, I used to razzmatazz 

Too numb to feel anything, the Poetry is lost……..

 

There is no fresh inspiration, to well up the drought

The ocean is dried up, once was so deep n vast

Need to reignite the fire in my frozen heart

Its not the one which flows in veins, but burns you red hot

 

All the stories I nurtured all along, are vent n exhaust

I keep going back to the same beliefs and dreams, once envisaged

Letting the same emotions flow, over n again the canvas and collage

Have I devoured the skill of rhyming or all my creativity is lost……..

 

For once I have to feel so strongly about something

A new idea, a new feeling or a novel thought

For once again I need to connect to my soul

Feel the passion and not let it perish or rot………….

 

Poetry gives me joy n my sense of attainment

 Enlightens my eyes and enlivens my heart

Can’t wait till I get some fresh air to breathe

So let these feelings be the source, to let the stream start…..

Let me be Me

I am as much a human being with a heart and a mind of my own. Let me be one than just a daughter, sister, wife and mother to someone, which I would always play to my best…irrespective!

Let me be ME


Let me be Me
I am water I flow

I am fire, I glow

I am the air,

that needs  to freely blow

 

We all have pursuits, we all have a goal

We all have a journey n destination to follow

We all have to meet , we all have to part

There are lessons to learn and debts to restore

 

Don’t put me in shackles; I am led by my soul

You can change my crust but not my core

This soil has some seeds, which are meant to grow

I am the Earth, I create lives and nurture them so

 

Let’s not be a reservoir,

Let’s be the rivers that flow

Let’s create things anew

but not destroy the old

 

We have a quest to fulfill,

We have a role to play

Its a path we tread together,

not coming in each other’s way

 

Whenever you need me, you will find me close

Promises I’ve made will always hold

With love and care, being truly there,

Yet I’ve causes to lead, lives to mold

 

I can’t be someone’s shadow,

I wasn’t meant to be

Don’t wince, don’t whine so

let me be ME !

The Two Of Me…

Sometimes I feel that I am the two of myself!

There is this one who’s shy, cocooned in her hard shell

Perceptive, susceptible to get hurt and vulnerable

There is another tough one, out to fight the world and excel

 

There is one who has little room for unworthy emotions

Replaced by focused rationale and transactions

Yet the other one refuses to write-off selfless affection

And preserves tears for compassion and devotion

 

Hard facts over fables anytime

No prose no poetry, just reason to rhyme

Words entrenched with fervor still awake me, midnight

Verses flow over the pad like a flooded river, in my twin paradigm

 

Keeping pace with advancements, enjoying the milieu though feign

Plug n play with gizmos, multichannel devices turning insane

Yet longing to soak in sun n first shower of rain

Serenaded by the birds chirp, feeling the dew on the windowpane

 

Opening my eyes to the reality is life’s doctrine

Also, keeping them shut to continue my dream

Detached from crowd, can’t stretch to masses and middling

Still those astute yet innocent faces I find endearing

 

Power and fame stopped impressing me long ago

But bylines by folks why feed my distinguished ego

Demon of success still fills me with magnitude

Yet peace and serenity comes from soulful solitude

 

Submitting to shackles in the name of safety

Confining to compromise be the formula of harmony

Yet a free spirit infuses need for autonomy

Feet ready to groove all night on the trance symphony

 

Curious like a little child, ready to explore life

Marveling at enigmatic world, vulnerable and naïve

Yet holding the universe of experience in my gaze

To question the rubrics and offer answers in haze

 

The soft breeze with an ability to turn a windmill

Imperious though passionate, spark with fire concealed

Solid though permeable, malleable yet brittle

Is this the two of me …………..

or just me in metamorphosis, in qua of being dual