As I Lay on the Turmac Black

I saw the clouds of dust before me.
Not large but scant and fine.
They rose above the turmac black,
A glimpse of the world above,
And settled quietly back.
It would again do the same,
With every breath, I struggled to let in and out.
The dance of the dust lingered before my eyes,
As I lay chained to the turmac black.
 
I heard muffled voices,
Shouts or cries, couldn’t say.
It seemed to emanate far way,
Sorry, strained and struggled.
Neither did it reach nor enlighten ,
But I did hear the voices!
As I lay imprisoned to the turmac black.
 
I tried to scream, shout and plead
But he never did heed.
The dust swept in as I cried,
Numbed the mouth,voice and speech.
I tasted dust and injustice,
As I lay traumatised on the turmac black.
My body hugged the ground,
To the earth,I was bound,
By the powerful yet insane.
 The hardness I felt,the heat and the pain.
 As I lay sprawled, alive but lifeless on the turmac black.
 
I smelled the heat, the air, earth and people.
The scents were afloat,
Tugging my sense to take note,
But with every breath a task,
It seemed not a pleasant ask.
As I lay overpowered on the turmac black.
 
I felt the fear, anger and distress,
 Strangling life bare.
I felt it, pregnant everywhere!
Although, unable to understand ,
Discern the origins or reasons.
It stroked my soul.
As I lay beneath the choke of a human limb on the turmac black.
 
I could see, hear, taste, smell and feel.
Yet I could not perceive!!
This helpless body, mind and soul.
As I lay under the weight of his body and anger.
My life, the highs and lows flickered before me.
I am not perfect, I confess, have good and vice,
I may be neat or messy.
But my brother,
Feel my plea!
When I ask for hope, a breath, a life and mercy.
For you and me are one from beginning to end.
 
I leave this world, my friends and foes.
After I do, not flowers do I need or endless songs,
But a promise of never again, a similar story of tragedy and grief.

Period,Pain and Pride!

 

The agony of it all,

You might say!

Every month ,less or more,

I give my blood,the precious drops.

I shed it from within

No questions asked.

For some it’s the beginning,

For some in between.

For the others, the end is near.

 

Reserve any thoughts if you never had a feel,

The days before it is real.

The bloating, aches and the cramping,

With moods to and fro on a swing.

The waves of nausea, steaming the taste buds

It’s not for the fainthearted, my dear,If  I may.

 

As these changes seems visible to world in view,

Internally,a battle of hormones is on!

The mind and the body soldiering to its tunes,

This age old scuffle continues.

Performed  perfectly ,

Orchestrated, in detailed harmony.

 

It’s normal, painful or less,

Troubling and or a mess.

It’s a part of me, like it or not

Yet, Keeping me in, closed behind a lair

Is it fair?

And taking a dig and jibe,at face and behind

Is it Kind?

Coaching me the impurity of the bleed,

Is it not a moronic plead?

Depraving me liberty to pray,

Is it not inequality or hypocrisy or both ,I must say?

Shackling me the with the cultural ethos of the menstrual blood.

Is it not but respectful to bleed with freedom?

 

My Life,My body,My Bleed!

Not a cultural heritage or matter of disgust!

It plain and simple.

My period,My pain and My pride!

Full stop.

Camaraderie

I shall recite a story..

 The Story of a little Journey

Evenmore, The Story of seven lasses

Their 3 days as one.

We were excited.

Beyond words was the emotion if I may so,

My friend , she “boarded us 2 weeks ago”.

We wanted to bolt to the skies,

My friend ,“She did a run back to sort it all”

Yet it was just destiny that we go as one!

Spanish as alien it was said or heard,

My friend”she said Gracias before every word”.

We danced through the night,

 My friend, “she sparkled , her dress evermore, all the light!!

We drank through the lows and highs,

She brought to us “the ambitions and likes”.

We longed for the beach do or die,

My friend ,”She waded in waters with guards on either side”.

We posed through day to night, full toss,

My friend ,”she clicked and collaged to a one big US”.

We missed some, yet gained more.

Opened Our Heart and lives

Each one,a bit and little more.

 The camaraderie, girls,give it a few high fives!!

Fav Quote

This thought from the book Dr.Zhivago By Boris Posternak caught my attention and ever since,the desire to share it is burning.

"Fabulous is nothing but commonplace touched by the hand of a genius"

HAPPINESS!!

She smiled.

She spoke.

She cuddled.

The bundles of joy, she wished.

In her arms, cared and snuggled.

The yesterdays stretched eternity and beyond,

Hope and dreams wasted lay crushed.

The body tired, the heart ached,

Like the rainless earth, sore and parched.

Yet, she persisted, the woman she is.

Her whimpers turned to thunder,

Rolled along, deafening wonder.

The gods of heavens and earth,

Bowed in admiration,

And let loose a miracle!

Of one life, maybe two. 

She embraced her miracles, her motherhood.

She smiled.

she spoke.

she cuddled.

I knew what I saw!

I believed it too!

Happiness is what I saw!

I believe it is true and it’s the truth.

Dedicated to a friend far but dear.

Fav quote...

"To hell with circumstances,I create opportunities"

                                                           

                                                              ---BRUCE LEE.

A Dream come True

It was dark,Black as night.

A ray of light did creep in stealthly

Shy and reluctantly.

I lay still.

Hovering in shadows,

Of wakefulness and sleep.

Mind drunk with dreams,

Eyes could not really see,

Was this real or fantasy.

Behold, rose a form,

From the earth with an unsteady grace.

Not a sound escaped,the deafening silence.

My heart pounded, reasons why?

It turned its head,yes,towards me.

I prayed,the five senses did.

There was a dribble ,between sharp white specks

Unrelenting ,signalling serious wreck.

I lay still,

Awake.unsure.undecided.

I lay still,

Awaiting.praying.Hoping.

It pounced,agility unleashed,

Licked me and said ‘’me..ma..thatha’’

I lay still,

Warm.Cuddled and loved.

I lay still,

With my little bundle of joy.

A Dream that came true.