Showing posts with label Woman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woman. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Eternity #E, #AtoZChallenge,



Sitting in the stark white hall with fluorescent lighting, Sureshan saw the scenes of his life flash by. School was a distant memory now. All Sureshan remembered  was a petite, fair and demure girl who always sat on the first bench. She laughed with a twinkle in her eyes and his heart missed a beat.

Theirs was one of the best schools in Mumbai.  The city’s rich and famous pulled all strings to get their kids into Scottish High. They both were privileged yet grounded. He found himself attracted to her simplicity and serene beauty.

A studious boy he didn’t indulge in the antics and pastimes of the rich spoilt brats. The great old school library was his haven. Now a tall, well built and handsome man, as a boy he was  shy but always had a pleasing personality topped with intellect and compassion.

He wanted to become a pilot in the Indian Air force and was focused on his goal right from the beginning. School and then NCC was his passion in that order. He followed both with devotion and became what he wanted to.

Last year when he had seen Ruchita in that coffee shop near the school all the memories had come flooding back. They were all here for the 8th reunion of their batch and Sureshan was attending it for the first time. Ruchita was still the same petite and demure girl. She had looked more sophisticated and stylish yet a little offbeat and too thin. “Must be dieting “, he had thought, “all young women these days took their fitness seriously, sometimes too seriously”.

He had suddenly felt butterflies in his stomach. He had been looking for this girl since he was commissioned. He was in love with her since school. He had always known where she lived when and was glad when he found out that her residence was still the same yet he didn’t have the guts to approach her.

In the coffee shop that day they just exchanged a hello and then were swept away by their respective friends. Amit, his best buddy had noticed the furtive glances of both.

He knew Ruchita well . He offered to help but told Sureshan that it won’t be easy. Sureshan was now flummoxed . “Why?”he asked.  Amit said, “ Ruchita herself will tell you.” 

A meeting was arranged. Parents met and the wedding date was decided. It was a fairy tale wedding on a cruise.

Today was their last day of honeymoon. Ruchita was crying and Sureshan was wiping her tears. “I told you it won’t be easy”, she said. “Who wants easy? I only want you”, joked Sureshan. Lets go and get it over with.

The ambulance was waiting at the airport. Her chemotherapy was to start immediately. She only had a year or so to live. He was prepared to love her for eternity.


His eternity was limited to the corners of her mouth when she smiled and the twinkle in her eye when he said I love you.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

DayDreams #D, #AtoZChallenge


A warm wave in the cold dark sea
With undercurrents of bold heat
You have transformed my storm
Into a vibrant hued happy rainbow

A promise of sunshine and warmth 
Of blue skies,fair weather and love
You have unfurled my drooping sails
To steer me towards the horizon

A new course with promise of adventure
My vessel rises and falls with the waves
And you have roused in my barren heart
A daydream lasting for a whole lifetime 





The poem above is for my dear husband. He is the most important relationship in my life. He is someone who holds my ship steady and life in balance, someone who gave me so much love and care that I forgot all my troubles and who made me discover that life is not just struggle and strife. He is calm and a content man who has his head in the right place, a perfect foil for a volatile me.
Sometimes all the pain in your life is wiped off with a single loving kiss. I love you Navin for being my panacea.



Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Choice #C #AToZChallenge,


Nor the first choice even
before coming to the world
Choice is not a word for her
A mere tool that others use

She doesn't get to choose
Her clothes, her school
Her food, her husband
Her home, her vocation

She is chattel to be sold
Does that sound like cattle
Ask her, She even feels the
Same; beat, used and sold

Used like a farmhand
Cook, nurse, maid, whore
A son production unit, Again
Unable to choose a daughter








Monday, April 2, 2018

Belonging #B, #AtoZChallenge


No , she doesn’t own the house
Not the one she was born in
It’s her home but not her house
They said she will have her’s soon

But turns out, that too isn’t her house
She is the home maker yet
It’s his house, he owns it
Now he is dead and she is out

The farm she tills till her back breaks
The house she runs and slogs over
The shop she helps in, morning to evening
Nothing is hers, she doesn’t own it





This poem above is the story of women all over the world.

Inheritance and property rights give women the power and agency to assert themselves.  In a 2012 poll of gender specialists around the world, India was voted the worst G20 country in which to be a woman. It was ranked worse than Saudi Arabia, where women can’t legally drive and were only allowed to vote for the first time in 2015. (https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/oct/08/india-divorce-man-cruelty-western-thought-in-laws.
 It’s important that not just laws but custom and social practices are also scrutinised and change be brought about to truly empower women all over the world.
The homes they are born in and build should also belong to them

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Abused #A #AtoZChallenge



Finger prints on her cheeks
Red shadows around her eyes
Nails tattooed on her back
And a plastic smile on her lips

A scarf to cover the “love” marks
Some foundation for the bites
A pill for the noise in her head
And a soothing salve for the bruises

The night’s footprints covered
With a morning of apologies
She gets up again and begins
Her daily drudgery of life

Hoping for a single elusive
Night of peace and sleep

Hoping to find courage
to break these fetters and fly 


Friday, October 27, 2017

A Woman

He told me that I am not anything
If I am not a woman
But I am a woman ,I said
I have a vagina, two breasts

No, you are not
You have a mind of your own
That’s the anomaly
You reason, You speak
You are not submissive
You are not helpless
You are not dependent
How can you be a woman?

I am  very much a woman
I am my own self,
How God intended
Not how you want to mend it

The woman whose mind you fear
Whose reason you know is better
Whose voice much powerful
Whom you have to fetter
Or else she will rise above
And drown you in her deluge
You have to use your brute strength
How else will you have the woman?