My birth is an Accident

My birth is an accident

You say it’s preordained

Past Karma the decider:

I question that logic

When discourse follows fact;

Your intention clear

To help me digest shame

Or worse, to subjugate

In name of unknown crimes

Your Just One sits in judgment

After the deeds are done

That’s part of Divine police code

Blind Justice who cannot see

Anguish and death,

Back breaking burdens

On a million beasts

Condemned to thousand deaths

Before they die each day.

Our births are accidents

That give rights, empower

Or condemns to indignity

Exclusion or inclusion

Written on forehead

As we sleep in mother’s arms

Though red blood flows in both veins

That crack turns into divergence

And positioned far apart

Babes learn to hate and defile

A slew of tales sustain rift

Pitting self against self

Till in death we meet

Siblings once more

Returning to same womb

Death less unwanted than life

Battle lines

Yes, I am screaming
in frustration, in rage,
in intolerable pain
A fight against man-world
and man-rules
Rules that create power
And against womanhood
power sustainer
that validates and glorifies
See me, hear me, know me-
the Outsider, I come to destroy
your well-cemented world
Hurl your mace, throw thunderbolts
I stand fearless, defenseless
Armour and shields I shun
A deep well of outrage
fortifies my spirit
Wounds bleed, tortures twist
Life breathe you suck out
Then my scream thunders
through your edifice
demolishing brick by brick.

Two Views

You see me smile
You see me play
You see me busy
All through the days.

You see me work
You see me sleep
You see me climb
Mountains steep.

I see me cut
I see me bleed
At every step
I see me heave.

I see me burn
I see me learn
I see me live
In bits and turns,

See my form
Or see my art
See me run
Or fall apart.

In every frame
In every see
What you find
Is me,me,me.

Choices

My divided mind wages war
One says stay, the other cries go
Back and forth, pulling each way
Totally confused, silently waste away.

My uncertain heart bids"Wait! No run!"
To do either would be no fun
Like pendulum oscillating side to side
What takes precedence, need or pride?

Each moment's a choice- one two or three
To choose as I wish I am free
Standing by choice not an easy task
Stay in orbit or go to lonely Mars.

Man-gods and Man

Your Man-god comes in many forms
To slay demons, uphold righteousness
Who decides the two sides?
Demon and angel, Righteous and unrighteous
For even the gods of heaven conspired
To deprive those they thought undeserving
Yet eagerly solicited their strength
To churn the oceans and bring forth
Nectar of Everlasting Life:

And on earth, the conquering Aryans
Demolished, ravaged and raped
In the name of bringing superior values
Then turned cruel ravagers into
Incarnations of God, the sustainer
As for the creator, did he decree?
The four offspring of four orifices
Were unequal at birth? Can the same field
Produce crops of different strain at one time?

If creation is manifestation of power held captive
Where is the high and where the low?

Tied and Released

Today I wrapped my arms around dream
My nano seconds ticked by
Today I placed my head on pulsing life
And entered a grave to say goodbye
Today the sun slid through my heart
And wormed its way into mass of pain
Time regressed as I travelled into womb
To float in brine free once more, release
To soar or dive, high or low
No longer tied to tree.

Claimed Space

This space I claim
To sing, to sigh, to breathe
Cloistered and bound have lived
A thousand lives
Stuffed into boxes, misshapen clod
Here I'll free limbs
To soar in skies or fall to ground
No shame; no tutored words
Heart aglow, mind uncluttered.
Welcome in to share the joy
Freedom to be and let be
Look not for control
For power to hold captive
Puppets on strings
Dancing at your will
Come rather to nourish
And be nourished
To blossom on branches of same tree.

Don'ts

A litany of "Don'ts" rings in our ears
From don't touch that, don't eat this
Don't wear that, don't read this
Walk, sleep, friends, love qualified
Don't, don't, don't for every try
Till don't becomes a staple diet
And religion, race, nation get
Shrouded in "don't", suffocate
In graves we jump into alive
And when we're dying " o foul" we cry.