Amma, Amma

No Amma!
I don't want to powder my face,
I am dark , I know
It cannot white wash me.

Yes Amma, oh gosh!
I am fat
I tried all possible diets
but it doesn't seem to melt
an ounce of fat away.

I am done, Amma!
I changed my hair-style
n' number of times and i am tired of trying.
It cannot change my looks.

Yes Amma, I acknowledge
You were and are always beautiful.
The red colour suited you exceptionally
so did the polka dots

I tried Amma, for you and everyone else
I tried an' i am still trying.
to become your beautiful daughter
but in vain.

The Amputated Limb

It was mid noon.

Scorching hot and traffic at its peek,

My eyes stopped at a man on the side walk,

Behind a freight tricycle.

He had plastic bottles filled with water

Three or four

Bent, he was serving his purpose

Of life.

In sickness and good health

The vow of life,

He bathed a woman

With amputated limb.

Her mind  in mayhem

Her body disheveled

She is irresolute of her circumstances.

Behind the freight tricycle

He cleansed her

Pouring bottles of water.

Washing away her woe.

They could have been complete strangers

Left to deal destitution

They could have been a couple

Peripatetic and deprived.

They made peace with each other

and with their state

The pavement became their home

and a dog their companion.

Among a mount of despair.......their is bliss

Placard

There were placards everywhere,

Thrown to the ground, stomped and ruined.

Hands raised them in the air to pronounce the presence

But in vain, they too were stomped and ruined.

Freedom is not every body’s cup of tea

It comes with new sets of policies.

yes, I am single

not interested in marriage

ho!!! You are a danger to society.

But why?

Society does not know what to do with people like you.

You are in rebel against nature itself.

Your fate is similar to the placard

Ones raised and later stamped.

Identity

You are my enemy.

You are the sticky tag stuck to me

The world desire my brood to be unlike me

They say, “Be like this, be like that.”

And preferably “be like anybody else” accept you, Identity.

We abuse and even wipe out clans in your name.

We wrestle time and targets to achieve you.

In the making of you, Identity

we forfeit the seldom found happiness.

“All the world is a stage”

and you, Identity occupy the center instead of me.

A name deprived of clan

A gender not beleaguered

An appearance not judged

A sexuality, which is my right.

Exceptional, exceptionally ME.

Strong

Its not easy to let your heart open
its not easy to let some one in
i have been pacing around for a little peace
like pebbles my problems (a lot of them) lie around me.

I am caving in all my feeling
out of fear i cry
no faces of sincerity
no trace of love

i looked up and saw a  picture
of compassion and mercy
none found these days
they can only be pictures.

my lips are sealed
but you can hear the distant cry
i am caving in all my feeling
out of fear i cry. 

ME

all of a sudden it dawned
whom am i fighting against
is it my physical being
or my mental thoughts

your good for nothing , leeny
just a waste of time.
like a book unused you stay
shelved for how long,.

pick up a book and a pen
scribble your mind down
put an end to the world, lazy
they would call you brave at dawn.