Poetry

I started writing my first poem when I was 5 years old. Thanks to my mom, who got frustrated with my incessant talking and suggested that I engage myself more fruitfully by writing my own poems. Over the years, she also taught me to document all my poems. Poetry is the strongest core of my self and the tool I use for deep reflection. In that, I am glad to have had this gift to engage with one of the most subtle forms of human language. I use poetry to create visual art and dance as well. Often, I look at the universe and in resonance with it find, sublime poetry!

earth

heart heavy
mind quiet
body still
soul light

how do I speak of this strange
interconnectedness of being
where all things are aligned
and in rhythm!

heart heavy
mind quiet
body still
soul light

leaf expanding into sky
sky into infinite void
void into biodiversity
form into earth
earth pouring back into me.

heart heavy
mind quiet
body still
soul light
alone in togetherness.

anchored
in relationship
with the great solitude.

What does it take?

Some days, I wish, I lived on a planet where life doesn't exist, including me!
What does it take to lose hope I wonder?
That slow killing pain of many glass pieces
or the numbness of their memories

Living in apathy
or feeling too much
What does it take I wonder
to just let it all go

to leave it be
to not want to get back to it tomorrow
to wish for a pristine landscape
to wish for a planet with no life

to just be done with the emptiness of it all
and to stop waiting for another day
the despair of hopelessness all packaged and done
the burden of hope no more!

Some days, I wish, neither ideal nor talent would touch my soul
and I would remain empty of the need to find my space
in the unending desolation of lives around me
no more seeking the half empty cup, nor the half full one

what does it take, I wonder
A thousand small pieces being torn away from the self
in the name of work, relationship, money and mindlessness
or just one large incident

What does it take to reach that point
where you don't care anymore
where you cross that line, where all that you believe
ceases to exist

just a few thoughtless actions,
an intentional destruction
a normalized violence
or empty minds around you

What does it take to just be done
with the life that you know
and not seek another one
to neither care for the bleakness of such a state of mind
not ask for something better!

What does it take I wonder
to break those souls
to break the wings of the birds that fly
to destroy the freedom of wilderness
and to sell it as packaged eco-friendliness!

I, the women
my voice, yours.
It doesn't matter if you are man, woman, beast or child.
In you, I stand in glory, pain, anger, in sorrow
I, the women

I am not I, the Individual.
I am I, the Collective!
I am not body, flesh, womb, object
I am You.

I am not dreams, spirit, goddess, comfort.
I am your song
my voice, yours.
It doesn't matter if you are man, woman, beast or child.

In you, I stand in fear, agony, emptiness, in love
Sing with me
I, the women.
It doesn't matter if you are man, woman, beast or child.

My voice, yours.
I am not gender, statistics, headlines, hope.
I am you.
It doesn't matter if you are man, woman, beast or child.

In you, I stand in equality, faith, compassion, joy.
Sing with me
I, the women.
It doesn't matter if you are man, woman, beast or child.

I, the women
my voice, yours.
I am not I, the Individual.
I am I, the Collective!