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Queer

I’m not who I seem
But who I know I am.

Can you not listen?
Even if you fail to see?

I’m trapped by what you see;
By what I am, in what I’m not.

I tell you, I plead, I beg.
I can do only so much, yes?

Because you cannot see
What’s unfolding
What’s blossoming
Before your very eyes!

Why can you not?

You know what will be
If I, I, cannot be.

I know.

Trust me, please?

17 April, 2021 #Day 17 of #Napowrimo 2021

I’m on a journey of unlearning so very many things, understanding and learning, relearning so much, and amongst them is to be mindful and empathetic to those who feel trapped within bodies they cannot identify with. To those who slip through the gridlines of a society that looks at the sexes in a binary. Who sully and ignore those who do not conform to the said binary.

Yes, there is progress in our thinking, but there’s a long, long way to go. I’m still learning new terms and trying to understand, reading from those whose voices ring out for the LGBTQIA++ community.

They are no less human, complete, beautiful and whole than any of us, as they are. As beautiful, if not more, than this mandala (not perfect at all, but what the heck! I love it! 🙂 )

Please be mindful, be empathetic and be kind.

In this connection, I’d like to share the beautiful, soulful Bhima Jewellery advertisement, where they have held high this ideal of acceptance and love – the model is a trans person in real life as well – Meera Singhania.

I’m sure you’ve seen it, but I’d love for it to grace this post! Here it is:

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The Mandala is now complete!


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In Comfort

If only I could

Tuck in cosiness

Those troubles you carry

Frozen by trauma.

 

If I could, perchance

Borrow the travails,

Fraying, threadbare…

Your rug, by the

Hearth of your passions…

 

If I could, then,

Add my love

As that blanket,

Shielding you from

The stray demons that

Lurk, in the dark,

Cover cobwebby corners of your

Hurting soul…

 

You know, don’t you?

I really am.


You’re long gone

In the distant realms

Of a far away

Thought galaxy.

 

But your heart beats

In sync with mine.


And that is how

Across the vastness of

This short distance

Across this table

Where we sit –

I shall lend my comfort.

 

In each beat

Wherein I love, live.

So that you may.

 
21 March, 2017

Online, blogged via app on mobile, after writing in long hand.

For the love of poetry (not that this qualifies 😛 ) on World Poetry Day 2017.

Also, Happy Nawroz, Gulshan Gev Bamboat, dear friend and constant, here on this blog too! ❤


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There is so much I
Want to say.

I do want to.

So I do.

But, damn.

Double dayymmn.

Wants ain’t important.
Needs are.
They know that-
Them words.
Them words that rule the roost
In here.

So I say, want.
But them needs slip out.
Those sneaky sneaky
Words, slipping between
The spaces of those wants.

Too late. I’ve said it.
In Black and White.
Red in the face.
That slips into
The grey areas of my
Non existence.

Slip of the tongue.
Of the Mind.
Needs. Wants.

There’s a canvas
Waiting to be drawn
Quartered and hung.

A visible tapestry
A mosaic.
Intricate. Exquisite.
Poignant.

Because it is
Painted in pain.

18 January, 2017


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Upon the Futility of Expectations

Well, yes, she says
It’s only human
(And I’m just a person)
To have them expectations.

Yes, he agrees, yes.
(Human? I can’t even begin to tell you!)
I, of course, am NOT a person.

See? This is JUST what I mean.
She attempts to draw out,
Dramatically, why he SO is.

Typical, he snorted, just typical.

Can you not be but repetitive?

Ah. Now, that is what I am?

That’s not a question.
You just made a statement
With a parenthetical interrogative.

So, I am?

Are you?

I’m what you expect me to be
All the time, anyway.
So, is there any other way to be?

That conversation above
Is what I’m privy to.
As Creator, it’s hard, you know
(Parenthetical interrogative, in place
I’m learning, you see)
To block out these
Conversations you’re NOT having.

Your bodies talk too much.
You don’t.

And, them expectations?
If I told you what I had,
And where you’re at…

Ah. The wisdom of a Creator
Is always in question,

When the outcomes
Are as human as you.

20 April, 2015

Day#20 of #NaPoWriMo
I’m unhinged. I’d be the first to admit it. You’re permitted to, of course, join me. 😀


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The Book

Cover to cover
It shall be packed
With…

Words (Duh)
Written on pages
Layered from the
Sloughing of memories
Neatly stacked
Trimmed for good measure
To shape well
What will be shared

Rummaging
I found most exacerbating-
The unctuous, eager ones
To be those I so did not want
To write.

The ones that
(Try as I might)
I could not drop into
Oblivion

That day I did not want to fall in love
But did.
That time when indifference singed
That quiet moment, when the world stilled.
Forever.

They impinge. Demand. Push. Worry.
Till I get them down, in words,
Where they preen for prying eyes…
Each emotion on display
Lapped and leeched by
The eyes that prey.

It’s done now.
Even though I wish I hadn’t.

But then the choice was this:

The Book.
Or
Living.

14 April, 2015

Day#14 of #NaPoWriMo – where these come from I really don’t  know, but then thank goodness, each time they do rescue the rambler 🙂

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