Thursday, April 5, 2007

Satisfaction...

Satisfaction…

The satisfaction that you find in my eyes,
Is nothing but the impact of,
The celestial love that you confer upon me.
Never promising the moon and the stars,
You give me what I need the most,
Love and satisfaction!
I found them deep inside your eyes,
And find them even now,
And feel the urge to swim,
In the tranquil waters,
Of your beautiful eyes,
Which lead me towards your soul.

The different colours,
That I saw,
When I was all draped,
During our holy marriage,
Are found right in your nature,
Accompanying you in every move of yours.

This serene calmness of your body,
And the love vrooming,
Throughout your insides,
For me, that your eyes disseminate,
Is what I crave for,
And I am happy being with you,
For this unchanged eye of yours!

-preyasi

This is my plea...

Oh! Dear goddess Laxmi,
You are also called Durga,
You are the same Kali,
You are Saraswati.
This is not a eulogy,
It is my rosary.

Look down on earth, dear,
And on this India, your land,
Of your supremacy, your devotees,
And then look at your daughters,
Look at their plight,
And then look at their sight,
Give them eyes, mother.
So that they look,
At the world, with your eyes,
And not with those,
Of your sons, and their sons!

Then tell your sons, mother,
To devote less to you,
And not think of their females,
As you or someone better,
Teach them, O Ma!
To look at them as human beings,
And tell them,
Not to look them as whores,
If they donot behave like you.
And tell them, Ma Saraswati,
That you still lie on their tongues,
And stop screeching,
Anti – women terms,
In all walks of life.

And lastly, Ma durga,
Teach your earthly daughters,
To be strong like you,
They can’t be exactly like you,
But they can’t be a Murali,
Tell them they are your daughters,
And you are with them,
If time comes to stand against,
Your beloved sons!

Do this Ma, do this,
Your sons and daughters,
All need you.
Come down if you can,
And bring into reality,
This gibberish of mine.

-preyasi

The lioness...

This man who lies here,
Was never mine,
He was always,
Of the wine.
He never looked back at me,
What I did to my children.
It was I, who parented them,
I was both their father and a mother.
I made my identity.

Today, when I see him,
All set for the heavenly abode,
I am forced to look back,
In time, in the gone crisis,
And I lay numb.
He hardly was a part,
Of my life and my cubs.

Now, when they break my bangles,
And pull out my ‘mangalsutra’
He makes me realize,
What he gave me.
He gave me security,
With his ‘sindoor’.
I was a lioness.
I had an identity,
Because his ‘mangalsutra’,
Saved me from the eyes,
Of all those hawks and wolves,
That hovered over me,
To snatch the lives of,
My cubs and me.

And at this moment,
I stare at the hollowness of my society.
A society which called me a lioness,
And praised me for my hardwork,
Appreciated me for changing my times,
For how courageously I changed my crisis into happiness.
And now when my husband lies here unalive,
They pull out my greenery,
And call me a ‘widow’,
And all of a sudden I realize,
The lioness in me ceases to exist…

-preyasi

Monday, April 2, 2007

The Peepal tree...

The peepal tree…

The peepal tree near the old temple,
Is the breathing image of our relationship.
Its aerial roots strike ground as days pass on,
Just as my attachment towards you.
Once rooted, one cannot pull them back,
Just as your attachment towards me!

The peepal tree is a tree,
Where people swear to be together,
To never stay apart!
And tie threads to symbolize this vow!
We, we aren’t bound by all this,
Because the peepal tree near the old temple,
Is a SYMBOL of our relationship!

-preyasi