Happy Women’s Day?….. I beg your pardon Its 8th March, International Women’s Day But she doesn’t know it. She wakes up at 6.00 a.m, like she has for the last 12 years, her mental clock and love for her family helps her up. she fills the rice into the cooker, chops up the vegetables in [...]
Why I am a Christian A few things about Christianity greatly disturb me. One of them is the evangelically aggressive understanding of the religion. The other is the narrow interpretation, which is often sexist, racist and patriarchal. This ‘Christian aggression’, which stems from a false sense of superiority over all other religions, is deeply painful [...]
disfigured bodies forsaken womanhood, yet our wombs cry, tears of blood, our bellies yearns to swell, our breasts crave to feed, our stumpy arms long to caress, the flesh of our flesh, blood of our blood, but our femininity is lost among the dark sludge of your morality. We long for love, to give it, [...]
Come oh slumber sweet, Lift me with arms of eternal dreams, My legs ache fitted into iron clasps, My fingers hurt clinging for control over my days, My tomorrow wounded, slipping away, fine grains of sand. My love abandoned, My soul crippled like the contractures in my wasted legs. Come oh gentle sleep, Soothe the [...]
In the heart of vast lands, is pulsating India. Inconsequential people among distant undulating granite hills, Green shrub, Stony pathways, along which weak polio infected legs, limp, to rehabilitate other weak, polio affected legs. Under the blazing sun, passing rice, mulberry and tomato fields, meeting wizened black sun baked faces, teeth dark with years [...]
Small and frail, Her dark face narrow and Finely chiseled, Perhaps weathered, A nose ring glints, Cheap plastic beads around her neck Her commanding voice a cracking whip She sits like the queen in her domain Hanumakshi. In bright coloured salvar kamees, She crawls to get around, her tiny legs wasted by polio. But [...]
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