Sunday, 16 March 2014

Married Woman

You can change my clothes, but not my mind,
Put a veil on my face and yet my thoughts will shine bright.
The red color on my forehead can't stop me
From my journey beyond the sun.
It's just a mark of my oncoming adventure.
Those glass circles can not hold my wrists
They are just markers of colors in my life.
The silver anklet can not stop me,
They are the clarion for my movement ahead.
Don't assume I can be imprisoned
'Cause I am free in my mind.
Don't you see, the old order crumbles
And in this new world
My writings will make a place for me. 

Sunday, 9 March 2014

"The Saint" and "The Sinner"

The Saint

Here she comes
Gullible and naive.
Young like a rose bud
Wandering like a honey bee.
She comes to me
Running and laughing
For chocolates and sweets
For new stories I promised her.
Today I teach her
the lessons of Body.
"Come my precious
Oh! lets hurry."
I give her pleasure
And yet she cries
"Shh! My honey
Don't tell this to mummy."
She backs away
Step by step on her little feet.
I am not worried
Of what she may bleat.
The world knows
I am a Saint.

The Sinner

Look at the saint they are celebrating
With his heavenly smile.
They say he speaks gold
And thinks like an angel.
He is a modern man
With modern ideas.
He made lives with his gestures
He changed lives with his gestures.
He is my terrible past
Lurking in shadowy corners of my mind.
He dwells there, wandering
Waiting for his time
To pounce on my thoughts
Like he did, on my body years ago.
Look at the happy faces
That surround him
Of friends and family
Of people close to my heart.
They smile and adore him
And it stifles my voice.
My voice gets lost
In the celebration.
I sit in a corner and cry
I am the sinner.