Abused in life
by the powerful
abused in death
by even more powerful
she was
just a pawn
and then someone said
don’t give it so much importance
it’s really not of much consequence
People must get
used to it
after all
she is a woman and
a Dalit.
– Swati Sani
Photo by Cullan Smith on Unsplash
From
dawn to dusk
I wait patiently
for you
your call,
a message from you
perhaps, a letter?
From
dark to light
I try to dream
you beside me
your touch,
soft caress
perhaps, a kiss?
At least
your thoughts
I find always,
always close by
but still I long
for you, and
perhaps your love?
“a page from my past” Original poem dated : 20th February, 1990.
Old footsteps get washed away
and new appear
on the ocean shore
The mighty waves
wash them all away
with one sweep
Violently, and
sometimes gently,
they hit the shore
bringing along
its tiny, beautiful
and colorful life.
My friend,
today you are
in a better place
where pain
does not exist,
and I see you
happy.
Your body has left us
but your love,
the bond we shared
lives within me
and within
everyone you loved
so dearly.
When I look
at the rainbow
I reach you
as you watch
the sun rise
from your hidden
balcony.
I talk to you
at night
when the stars shine.
The flowers
in my garden
and, yours
bloom.
I will miss you
but I know
whenever I want
to talk you will
reach out to me
through the words
you’ve left behind.
My friend,
you are in my heart
while I am alive,
and you will
continue to live
in my heart
even when I cease to.
The year was 1991, early June. We wanted to feel alive, what better way than go hang-gliding? He would pick me up at 4.30 AM and we would ride on his bike to the outskirts of the city to this adventure camp where we learnt hang-gliding. Years have passed us by but every time I think of those days, I still get goose pimples – and hang gliding was just one of the things we did.
Fly
to touch the clouds
feel the deep blue sky.
Fly
and find the world beneath
conquered.
Fly
and discover
the power of wings:
Your Wings!!
Fly
to tame the wild wind
feel the power
and be one!!
There is this thing about being,
a fragile song that we all sing.
And then darkness comes beckoning,
for death is certain for all those living.
Here I have a request sincere,
when you are alone you must not fear.
So even when I am gone, my dear,
just look around and you will find me near.
You’ll find me in the pages that I write,
and in the poems that I recite.
In the sunshine bright,
and in the moonbeam at night.
It is possible that once in a while,
you will miss me halfway through a mile.
But you must then think of me with a smile
and my life would be worthwhile.
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash
laughter
and the joy
that adorns your face
takes away
the darkest of
my fears
The smile
that begins
as a sparkle
in your eyes
reaches your tender lips
makes me feel warm
all over
and so loved
Thank you, my love
for loving me
the way you do
I can not even
begin to imagine
my life without you.
On a hot day in the month of May this year standing by the lakeside trying to soothe myself with the slight breeze that blew over the cool, deep waters of the lake I wrote these lines:
A long time ago, there was a young girl, in love with a boy who said he loved her but can not marry her for reasons not known. The girl was sad, disappointed and angry at being rejected and knew she must learn to deal with it. It was one evening in the month of October she stood on the lakeside and wrote these words…
Life is!!
In
the midst
of a crisis
whenever
you find
life
going dry…
barren…
Remember
Love Is
and Life Is.
