Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Call to My Beloved



Come meet me on the burning pyre, Beloved
your red-orange arms outstretched
your blazing face awash with love
Eager to embrace a soul long dead
A body now deceased.
Regrets and sorrow, fears and tears
Now futile as the soothing sun rays
That once woke to life now withered blooms:
Come play with my burning dreams, Beloved
Once radiant as rainbows, now charred
beyond recognition; a fistful of ash
soon to tumble into flowing streams of Time
To float, to swirl, to disintegrate
To rest at last in peace
Swayed in oceanic cradles:
Deep, deep let them sink
To find new homes to live new lives
Perhaps in oyster shells
Or in coloured coral reefs
Rewinding, rebuilding, rejuvenating

Monday, December 15, 2014

Just Female

Six or sixty- you're just female
To be drawn, quartered, or restrained
To submit, follow, be enslaved
A chattle; or product of exchange.

You think you've a mind?You err
That lie we've never heard before
You're born to serve, breed to bend
You needn't stand; don't pretend.

Why is that so, you dare to ask?
Audacity grows; we'll take you to task
Know you are the cause, the emblem
Of desire, of sinful thoughts of men.

Full of Eve's guile  are you
Sita's allure has made men rue
The day she followed her man's path
And brought down on him Fortune's wrath.

In subjugation your salvation find
Virginity's your shield, close to you bind
Violated once, hide, hide your face
Or be a whore to gain man's grace.




Friday, December 5, 2014

Endings are beginnings



The end, when it came, wasn’t catastrophic
No lightning and thunder, no angry howls
No hungry wolves out on prowls
A few drops of sadness skidding down cheeks
Helpless, as an abandoned babe
Betrayed by arms meant to protect
To cherish and nurture, to hold dear
A wound that won’t bleed carries pain
Like an old battle scar, mostly dormant
Yet throbbing to life at indecent times;
Rewind, rewind to a more pleasant clime
Hold hands and dance with partners you find 
Endings are beginnings invading life
For ends, when they come, aren’t catastrophic.

Depression

Depression sets in
like a blanket of smog
smothering
It growls and it howls
like a pack of hungry wolves
out on the hunt.
It preys on minds
It feeds on embers
blown into
raging flames
gone out of control-
and after it devours
mind, heart, and life
slinks back
into a hole
waiting for a second coming