Fiddler on the Roof

Filling my life with beauty
Distilling time through shards of light
Carrying fragments of my selves
In the debris of the everyday---

Some of my time is for you, some for me;
Some for him; some for her;
And a little left over for them too---

My heart could hold the universe in;
Why then contain it endlessly with a few?
Leaving a myriad nooks and crannies
Dusty, unvisited and unseen?

I've filled my life
With the daytime sun
And the nocturnal moon,
With all the stars and
A few constellations too...

I've filled my life with beauty,
Carrying fragments of my selves
In the debris of the everyday---

This is no country for women!
This land doesn't deserve it's daughters,
This nation has lost its motherhood;
This desh stands rejected by its Prakriti---

It doesn't deserve my love,
It doesn't deserve my softness,
It doesn't deserve my warmth,
It doesn't deserve my womb,
Neither my empathy, my grace, nor my spirit!

I reject its touch---whether loving or lecherous;
I reject its advances---whether amorous or lustful;
I deny it any progeny, for
None will birth in my womb!

I condemn it to its mirror-image,
Its narcissism and its motherlessness ---
I curse this land to eternity,
May Shanti never be your's!

Published in:
http://cafedissensusblog.com/2015/04/08/a-daughters-curse/

Dye me in your colours my love;
In Spring shades fast and true;
Oh my Great Rang-rez
Colour me in your blue...

As impossibly blue as
The Spring sky;
As blue as the open sea;
As blue-green as a peacock
My love, resplendent in poesy...

Dye me in your Spring green
Oh my Rang-rez, in fresh
Blades of verdant sheen;
Reflecting your Divine form
My love, as true without as within...

Splash me with all your Spring hues,
Soak me with Yourself;
Blues, greens, golds and indigos,
Drench me in Thyself... 

The fetus that never
Birthed in my womb;
The infant that never
Suckled at my breast;
The child whose warmth
I never held—

Why then did it
Turn my milk rancid?
And let my innards
Bleed with putrid
Rotting flesh?

Let my dammed up heart
Flow freely my Lord,
Let it shower its light
Upon darkened nooks
That never knew love,
Never felt a kiss, and
Never slept within encircling arms—

Let this wounded heart
Drain all its unrequited love;
And all its unwanted warmth
Upon damned souls
Who crave it instead...