Friday, April 18, 2008

Parasites of love

All in the name of love,

O, Parasite of Soul

When will you find

another victim.

Next time do not move

so close

so silently

next time

ask permission

before you bare

your fangs!

Thursday, April 17, 2008

4 lovely Poems by Maya Angelou

1) I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings/

2) Still I Rise

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-i-rise/

3) When You Come

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-come/

4) Woman Work

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-work/

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Another Disclaimer to Life Itself :)

I wait for time to 'opt out',...
or try to completely get it out of my body, for some time.... at the behest of friends who try to talk it out of u and then like an affectionate mother speak of birds and stories and everything which is supposed to be talked to talk a child out of her fancy ....
Should I write now and postpone the plan to elope away from life and the dryland later....??? ...to a time much later in future.. when there will be no more concerns of greying hair, for we will be celebrating the silver hairs and retirements.

While i didn't give promises ( i don't believe on them)to freinds, i told, i will wait till i can...till i can go on and on...and till that nasty bird and my big boss gives me permission to GO.... take a never ending vacation from this world....
sorry folks... i had to write this disclaimer, for the grasses (pun intended) and trees and every flowing intoxicating stream is sending the inner cloud-messenger every day.. reminding me of that long forgotten love story.... of Krishna and his river and his hills and village....and of snow white palaces of Gods...
well....I might go off any day:)
love to a world, which i touched and which touched me by glances... and we quitely passed each other, and let go.....for our destinations are different!

Baware se mann ki dekho... bawaree hain batein...... (mad talks of a mad heart)

After a long long time, today, i feel like writing something .... something of my world and some other world and of some place in between...
of things i have never seen, never touched, but heard their whisper saying they are mine, they are of this world, they are of every one who can claim courage to be a little intoxicated with madness....
of poetry, of prose and the muse behind a veil, changing every moment, waiting to be unveiled and explored in the light of soul not the light of words....
of floating music in the background which never breaks a fragile thread of thought.... of how to preen one's feathers and regain the courage to fly out in the open, in a sometimes hostile sometime adoring world... of seasons gone by and spread of insanity in blood, a poison which transforms and makes one a king and a monk.... of breathing time in and out of one's limbs, one's body.... of looking at burning sky with flames of sun, of silky moonbeam kissing one's closed eyes and waking up into a dream....
of dance of the spirit with a feathery touch of long forgotten memory, out of a much loved story.... of some strokes of pencil about that little fairy-land where one used to have a home....
of some deep sadness which someday flows in veins... of something said and some things never said... of days which brings joys of playful puppies and bird bath, and none.....
of faith, of hope, of love, of betrayal, of hatred and of every thing worth living and dying for..... of being distant with everyone, and close to none....

of women who put kajal in tear stained eyes when the guests are at the gate... of women being restricted to go out in woods, to lie upon the naked body of mother earth.... of killing of bodies to killing of mind, of raping the life to raping the soul.... of occupation of people and of countries.... of intimate violence, of manipulation and subjugation.... of world with big issues and individual lives.... of tiny little angels and Gods to whom every little cloud of prayer rise and reach......

of every thing and nothing.....of myself and you and neighbours, to city-mates and that funny creature i met on my way, and ..... an idea which clinged to my neck till i died .....
of a time to act insane in a crazy crazy world------let me GO, let me BE, let me.... let me...

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Its All About Sex, ah Gender!

Men and Their Relationship With the World Around! (I appreciate such men! )
http://colours.mahost.org/articles/crass15.html

First hand narratives of Islamic Feminist Jehad- a revolution and about Taliban (believer or enemy)
http://forpeoplewhothink.org/Topics/Gender-Jihad-for-Islam.html
http://forpeoplewhothink.org/Topics/Going_Where_I_Know_I_Belong.html
http://forpeoplewhothink.org/Topics/The_Taliban.html

Well, how about a bit of Hindu and Tantrik Feminism?
http://www.boloji.com/bookreviews/025.htm
http://www.hinduismtoday.com/archives/1995/11/1995-11-04.shtml

Wow! A Hindu Feminist Wedding Ceremony... and its vows compiled by the couple themselves!
http://www.sawnet.org/weddings/radha.html

Saturday, April 5, 2008

In love with words!

I seem to be in love with words (Shabda Brahma?)....and more so with the meanings behind them!
Recently I have been going from books to books and feeling thrilled and excited, whenever I feel deeply connected with any idea. Few days back I got to lay my hands on an old collection of mine, which was 'almost lost'(and I had grieved over it). So my routine is spiced up with the added ritual of holding the books closely, dusting them, flipping through the pages and rereading my favourite parts here and there ...........I almost get the feeling of meeting an old lover.
One of my evergreen favourite is Fritjof Capra's 'Uncommon Wisdom- Conversations with extraordinary people'. While the warm portrayals of extra-ordinary people is inspiring, it also gives me a feeling of accepting the world around with loving indulgence (like you get while reading Mahadevi Verma's Path ke Sathi). There is also this added 'hair raising sensation' of being touched at the level of intellect and spirit, when it talks deeply and passionately in first person of spirituality, psychology, feminism, environment, society and science. I remember how profoundly it affected my concept of God at the emotional level, when I first read it. I can relive that moment of reading about dance of particles....Dance of Shiva.

The other books are Divine Romance, and some of my favourite poetry books....still leafing through them....

Meanwhile, this journey took me back to rereading another old favourite- 'Voices of Feminist Therapy' (Ed: Elizabeth Friar Williams). I would like to quote some thing from that book, which clarifies my stance towards my profession.....As I say, I am what I believe in...

"My role as a therapist is a multiple one: I am a facilitator, teacher, consciousness raiser, information provider, role model, translator etc. Therapy involves enabling (through facilitation) a person to be who they are rather than who they should be as defined by others and society. It involves helping a person to make choices and feel in control of her or his life. Each person's life is an adaptation that makes sense. By my validating where a person is in their life, it frees that person to remain the same or to change. We grow if we have options. If we are forced to defend our position we can get caught in that and don't have the freedom or energy to see other possibilities. Part of this process involves helping an individual get in touch with her or his feelings, needs and values."---Barbara E. Sang