That grows in murky waters. Blue lotus without roots, but not uprooted, wandering. I am that but I am this too. And yet I am not always blue. I must just be bogus.
Green Endless greens Here I am Out to lose myself And I've lost it Lost myself Search. Hunt. Find. Within me Within you Under my Flesh Loose and wobbly Under yours Tight and supple? Butterflies flutter And I think of her You think of her too It's a shadow on your face You think I'd miss?? Two butterflies Now three Dancing prancing Up down Now here now there I point you point Time for a smoke Sit breathe Oh fat me Tired so easily And you So encouraging Your ten steps Slow down to Mine One two Breathe breathe. I lost us in the woods I let us be there We shall Never return As you and me Never will we be Us again. We'll remain Lost, somewhere, together...
How convenient to look at Taliban as a muslim extremist phenomena! Look at you You whiny protectors of morality You perverts of the first degree You weak morons Who lack confidence in self In one's belief systems.
Out to protect your wimmin? When did we become Cave men at what we do? When did women need That protection from you Other than from you? Wimmin ain't your cattle To protect them from predators. You are the predator yourself!
Obscene? I'll file a PIL Against men who scratch Their groins in public Against people who pick Their noses in public Against men who grope Against men who rub Against those who stare I'll file a PIL And hope to gouch their eyes out. I'll file a PIL Against men who treat Their wimmin like cattle. Against parents who force Daughters into unwanted alliances A PIL against everyone Anyone Who has ever touched me Without my permission Against those made me hate That I am a girl Growing into a wommin A PIL for death sentence For all the above.
(The image is a protest poster by Women's groups in Mumbai such as Forum Against Oppression of Women, LABIA other women groups/individuals, against banning the film screenings of the Deepa Mehta film FIRE, addressing the larger issue of moral policing, censorship and about a bunch of goons deciding what is good for the masses!)
Loves Music. Loves dance. Loves the moon. Loves the Spirit. Loves love and food and roundness. Loves struggle. Loves the Folk. Loves herself. Regardless.-Alice Walker