Saturday, 26 January 2013

Topical Poetry With a Twist!

Last weekend I took to the stage again and performed my poetry in front of an Assamese audience, for the Magh Bihu ( Assamese Harvest Festival) celebrations. I decided to step out of my comfort zone completely by making a very controversial issue the subject of one of  my poems, the recent rape situation in India.

It was very well received and as a result of requests that have been sent to my facebook page,  I have decided to post the poem on my blog. I performed the piece using the instrumental version of Madonna's " American Life". Madonna raised controversy with the video and tour performance of this song and  I felt it would be appropriate to have this as my backing track.


Just a normal day,
then attacked,
in a violent,
brutal, torturous way!
Everyone stood back!

A sadistic act,
Did you feel all man?
She could be,
your mother,
your sister,
your daughter.

Shedding blood from her body,
you mutilated her organs,
piercing her soul.
The death penalty is pointless,
You are already dead.

Take responsibility,
do not blame the woman,
or her attire,
How would you know the pain?

It is now unsafe,
to walk the streets,
to feed or shelter,
a starving child.
The child maybe
forever departed,
from their mother.

People in power!
What are you doing?
Letting this tragedy happen.
If it was your blood,
how would you feel?

The country is progressing,
with beauty parlours,
shopping malls,
flashing cash,
talking big.
That is cheap and easy.

Take action,
it is not the first time.
By all means,
raise your voice,
but do it,
for the right cause. 

Tuesday, 8 January 2013

A Character Building Start to The New Year

Within the first few days  of the year  my strength of character has already been tested. I have decided to break my silence and put some more candid posts on my blog. Throughout my 2012 blog posts  I only scratched the surface on certain issues I feel strongly about, mainly my ongoing legal battle with my ex. I am now approaching my fifth year of fighting this battle and am I taking  a stand that I am proud of. This experience has shaped my output of writing but I have always made it my personal catharsis. I now feel the time has come to go public about my inner turmoil.  This is not just my legal battle but there are many women in similar positions to me, who's voices are not being heard and these so called authorities are playing games with the lives of children. In this following poem I am really giving a  short introduction of a fathers relationship with his daughter in her infant years, where the need for paying back an ex takes over a child's needs.

Nowhere To Be Found.

When she goes to sleep at night,
tucked up in bed,
you are nowhere to be found.
As you sip your cheap cider,
plot your next vendetta,
do you care if she has been fed?

You assert your rights,
but do not have a clue,
a heart of stone,
Do you know how to love?
When she took her first crawl,
you were nowhere to be found.

I lifted her when she fell,
dried the tears from her eyes,
helped her stand tall.
My unconditional sacrifices
of my own sleep and nourishment
this is called real love.

An agenda of vengeance,
she can see it in your eyes.
You may fool those in power,
but she can sense your insincerity.
The girl will grow into a woman,
as you remain nowhere to be found.

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Eye Opening 2012 Part 2.


As I said in my previous post I learnt a lot about people in 2012. Many people close to me have been there for me unconditionally and never doubted me, even when I doubted myself. On the other hand I did get stabbed in the back by a few people who I held in high esteem,  rightly or wrongly. This taught me the real meaning of friendship with oneself. I have often been my own worst enemy, but after discovering my own inner strength, I have chosen to be my own best friend.That is my main resolution not just for 2013, but for life.

I composed the following poem last night as the year started drawing to an end. It is basically describing the journey I have been on this year.

My Eye Opening Journey
I look forward
and try no to look back.
A long winding road
now the journeys end.

To many I have said goodbye,
As they threw stones at my window,
when I picked up the glass,
no one to clean my blood stained hands.

As a single passenger
I travelled the world,
eyes always wide open,
now the opening of my third eye.

Unfounded smears on my character,
I pulled out the daggers out of my back,
the wounds sometimes hurt,
But they slowly fade into the mists of time.

I met a fellow passenger
and reunited with a lost soul,
our two worlds came together
we shared tears and laughter.

The loved ones who were there for me
When  I crumbled,
They put me back to together,
I found myself again.

I watched my little one grow,
she gave her heart to many a good cause,
venturing into the world alone
by my side, never letting me fall.

I look back with gratitude
I had some lucky escapes.
I venture into the new
and rise above the sorrow.