Glopowrimo 29

Glopowrimo 29 My name/legend

Total facts known about Amrita

Mother is a tongue I spoke
Chez Moi on the back of memories broke
An invalid bed
Sunlit memoirs of heart and head
Mother is my
Treasure chest
And why this ship sails.

Father is
Both trick and treat
Lozenges and lollipops
When I was ill
Eye of life's hurricane
Centre that keeps me still.

Father is faith
Life must be bade
To do my will.

My home, thought bubbles
Of memories
Of irridescent hues
Shape shifting prismatic spheres
They sift truth from oceanic
Whitewashed blues.

My beloved
Is a love song
A prayer on paper
A Muse demanding rapier
Who sheds light with blood
Coral red upon foamy seas
Peace and acceptance
Life drunk to its very lees

I am Amrita
I am
Victim and victor,
I'm unworthy gladiator
Thrown in the arena
In the hunger games of life
Scorched by fire that cannot burn
Quenching thirst on the brink
Of devouring deluges
Drowning for deliverance.

How did I begin?

Mystery sighing softly
A whisper begging revelation.
Truth mating destiny.

How will I end?
When river has danced itself dry
Redemption at the sea shore
Shells sparkling
My oceanic lore
When all my labours of love
Have been fulfilled.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Day 28 glopowrimo

Please tell me what she did wrong
On that bright sunny December morn
Hanging out the wash on the terrace
Helping her Mom.

A medical intern
A family's pillar of support
A kid brother's pride
Backbone of a
Hard-working household
Barely middle class
Struggling for a foothold.

To success.
To better days.
That last morning
Maybe 7 am...Or 8?
Her last happy place.

I am choked up.
I am all broke up inside.
I cannot write dry eyed about
Her wild ride.

Close to midnight.
For her then
And now
For my heavy heart.

Sons of Belial
Let loose on earth
Battering her
Tearing her entrails.

The moon wails.
Gaia screamed in hell

But I have taken your
Fearless tale.
Tigress by the tail.
Since that dread
December night
You were raped
In a moving bus to hell.

I have hated since
The life of Pi.
For the life of me
I can't tell you why.

But the tiger's jaded eye
Makes me shudder
Makes my cry
Weak with fear, voided,
Loose limbed with dread.

But ...
Lovely Nirbhaya ever since
That night,
You murdered fear
With your dying breath
With your stubborn
Battle with death.

You fought for all of us
Woman who are caged.
You refused to lie down
And die.

Looked fear in the eye
And lived briefly
To teach us
Fear must die.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Dreams Die First

Because I'm an outlaw. Please pardon me, if you find my language offensive.

Dreams Die First

Salted caramel popcorn dreams
Popping up in my dream machine
Salted away
For a rainy day
In an aching childhood land
Far far away.

Two score tears or more have passed
Happy days are here at last
Time to unpack old yonder dreams
Icy sleet in the air
Readymade  rain it seems.

Raining upon the garbage dumps
Raining upon the gangrene stumps
Raining upon lost ashen dreams
Mind orgasms as the years streams

Thoughts fly away on night's superstring
Sleep  tight strung, an unwelcome thing
This horrible game of thrones
Leaves lovely bones
Life presents
Its own unraveling.

My soul sodomized again
And again
Tearing the fabric
Of my brain
Kill the dirty thoughts
Shoot the messenger first
Dreams leap
Blind with lust
Harbingers of pain.

I will try my best
I will change my luck
I will try my hardest
Life exquisitely sucks 
With such mind fucks.

Dreams die first
Is the lie you are told
They never die
But just get
Tired and old.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Shoes

Jaguar aspirations
Julian incandescence
Shod in cool
January's jitters
Leaving room for
No mercy
No errors

Pretty polka dotted
Wealth, sinuous strides
She leopard
Graceful gloating
Stages an entrance
Leaving no traces
As she slinks shimmering
Across roomful of strangers
Undaunted wild
Beautiful beyond compare.
Untameable enigma
beast without peer.

Power Play in earnest
No harness but
Svelte buckles
Leapordess
Your shoes
Are every man's fetish.

Kill me soft and sweet
in those slinky heels.
No contest,
No rain
On your parade.
Walk all over me
All over again,
Dazzling danseuse
In predatory beauty.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Earthly love

Earthly love

Earthly love wearing fetters
Constrained to orbit beloved Sol
Gaia's embrace is a prayer
The Mighty Ra blesses
With benevolence.

But should earth come closer
Should Sun draw nearer
The pyre of passion
Towering higher
Walls break down
Earth come around
Dancing one last
Spin
Around her Axis
And his pivotal orbit.

To melt down in the fiery orb
Orange red displeasure.
Her children decimated
Love's sanctuaries obliterated.
What price this edgy love
Of checks and balances
Forever and ever
Needing to maintain distance?

Abject blue and cold
Poor earth moves away
Sullenly spinning
Far far away
The ties are broken
Hurting hurtling past
Misogynous lovers
Ares glaring
Jove staring
Through giant red spotted hubris
Neptune nefarious
Sexily silent
The last Frontiers
Of Supercharged Uranus
And devious Pluto
Transversed

Where goes earth mother
In her flight of fancy?

Too cold the art
Of holding court
La solitaire

Holding hands
Was her only desire
But how can soft clay
Withstand fire?

Her tears turned to
Glaciers
Time frozen to
Eternal sorrow
Uniform darkness
Robbed hopes
Of Tomorrow

Sanity is love
That accepts boundaries
Withholding nothing
But that which preserves it.

So the lady returns
To her High station
Of Grace
She will not reach out again
To kiss Ardor's face

Content to bask
In warmth
That's tempered to caress.
So in sweetness and light
May thrive
Her children
The human race

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Dogs of War

Dogs of war
Wages of sin
Profit and loss
Don't count us in.

The numbers odd
Evens out the loss
War must be waged
Profits made
Any which way
The coin is tossed.

War must be waged
For down the ages
Wages must be paid
Balance the ledger
Of warriors-sages.

Earn then
The hard wages of sin
Count your child's tears in
This year's grim accounting.

Use them in glossy covers
Transnational headlines
Be moved to tears
Don't watch out
For the graves dug out
Under our feet.

Trenches dug-out,
Bodies lugged out,
Impromptu graves
For the men who don't
Count.
This world is
A butcher's
Tax benefit orphanage.

...
(Down Route 50 the
Story goes
Pony express
A trail one rarely chose.
Riders of the apocalypse anew
With those young men
You asked for,
In phrase glib and snide,
"Orphans preferred"
You advertised.

What about their brides?
What about their babies?
What about their souls?

Aren't you going to fill those
With bullet holes?

The wages of war
Are profits of sin
Reap the gruesome gain
At skulls Harvest time
Don't count me in.

Understand your
Decimation
Was all to a point.

The common man crushed
The heroes trussed
By laws of the land
Punitive legalities
They couldn't understand.

You're at your table
We are at your feet
Picking up the crumbs
Of our defeat.

War crimes committed
Not just by dogs of war
We let loose
But by those guns
That we funded
War mongers remitted.

Humanity forevermore
Remain unacquitted.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Anger

Anger is just
Another name for helplessness
Hunger in the heart
Hard shell intact
No worries
No problems
No comment
Won't let you
See my
Real self
For your pity
Will usher in
Judgement.

Self imposed
Exile
Anger is just a wall
We build
When hope is gone
That we can connect
Really connect
With others
That we're never alone.

Humankind
Can be very unkind.

Friendship can be
Ships that passed
Each other in the night.

Love can be
A making do.

Anger is only
A defence.
A response too.

Find courage.
Find composure.
Deflect anger
with the shield of
Compassion.

Start over.
Each time
You lose the battle.

Be your own watchtower
Guard with honour
Your progress.

Someday
Anger will diffuse
Into hot tears
That cool you.

Learn to smile
Smokily
Across that haze
Of tears.

You will be thankful
For it.
In the years
To come.

Wake up again
And again
To fresh worlds
New seasons
Under the sun.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017