Monday, September 17, 2007

SHE

The darkest night,
Stars, in all their brilliance,
To bring light, were vainglorious.
Trees loomed higher and highest,
To black transformed,
Looked over the moonlit shadows,
Creeping over the sands, melancholy!

Away in darkness,
A figure fled,
Seeking her soul’s abode,
Through the crimson mires,
The howling winds,
Her tattered attire flowing behind.
Her eyes; panic stricken,
Searched the diabolic night.
With dread and death,
She shivered.
The dark beauty, to her, not enchanting,
No life, only survival.

From there… from where?
The arrows came,
Sharp and fast.
The blood stroked her tears,
Streaked her heart,
Her throbbing heart; pierced, silenced!
The last whimper, ‘why me, why me?’

Yes, why her, why her?
Why us?
For what crime, what sin?
For giving life?
For the love? The nurture?
Or for the devotion we offer?
She was tormented, tortured,
Murdered!
The reason-a woman she was.
Here be, how many shes?
How many with no words, no speech?
Within the walls, bound by duties,
Restricted, constrained, forbidden.
Laughter died out, tears dried away,
Hands tied, legs bound, lips sealed,
Because, only because, she is a ‘she’!

5 comments:

goutham112 said...

"Her throbbing heart; pierced, silenced!
The last whimper, ‘why me, why me?’"


In that innocent question lies the peak of beauty and pain of these lines...

Sru, If i were you , i would have put the fullstop there, rather than going on...

Unknown said...

You publish, girl. There aren’t many feminist Indian poets, who write in English. Indian English poetry is still very elite. You are capable of making a breakthrough.

However, there are readers. That's why people look for Taslima Nasreen's translations. Btw, I seriously think that your poems are equally sharp, but thematically more subtle, compared to Taslima's.

Amber Light said...

A voice finally.After months at this so called world wide web. Just when I thought that I was the only one left to think these thoughts and wake this world drowned in money, beer, and personal satisfaction.
A voice finally. God Bless.

Digvijay said...

Great Blog overall, wonderful purpose and imagery in your articles and poems... though I myself don't have a blog of my own,I really enjoyed reading your poems and articles

Anonymous said...

Thanks for writing this.