Saturday, April 21, 2018

Glopowrimo 21 Window

Glopowrimo 21 Window

I'm far away
In a land
I don't understand.

I look out
Through the looking glass
Of my tinted Windows
During the day
I am an invisible presence
Watching all who pass by
A dark presence
Behind darkened glass.

I see boys on bicycles turning tricks
Hands off bars, or an upraised wheel.

I see my husky neighbor trundling to
Work, head bent forward
Matador meeting oncoming bull.
A full week's worth.

I turn away from the madman's gaze
He can't see me
But you never know
They see things we can't see
Third eye open
They scream gibberish
At our world of make-believe.

I turn my head coquettishly to
survey my straggly mane,
As the raucous flower girl hawks
Jasmines, marigolds and
Carnations in a strident demand
For income.

I shrug at the bland glass
I don't have the kind of hair
Her flowers can adorn.

The window mirrors my
Wry assessment
Accurately.

Suddenly I'm no longer
Looking outwards.

The window closes in
To survey me.

It's become a seeing eye
That defies my disguises
Spies  worlds within.

I make a feeble moue
It's a pitiful silent retort.
Laughter creases fine age lines
Guardians of twin windows
To my soul.

Look at me.
Please.
But don't see too much.

Now I shall  draw the curtains.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Friday, April 20, 2018

Glopowrimo 20 II Rainbow


Glopowrimo 20 Rainbow

The raindrops shimmered jade translucence
Upon ebony grilled balcony.

The chill air was like a charm
Hydrating dessicated soul sap
Refreshing dusty recesses
Jaded nooks of b-rain.

It was only after three,
But the cold dark afternoon
Explored my heart's musings,
Exploding them with glee.

The only thing missing was
The wistful wishing
And hoping upon a rainbow
Girldling the bashful sky
Kissing the very ends
Of  the earth,
A promissory dream.

And I died a little
I cried a little
In my mind
This was the blindside
Of adulthood
Even rainbows hid
In smoggy woodsm

The sun winked salaciously
Through potent clouds
More rain would follow tonight
But for now
Braveheart beams were out.

So I got my rainbow after all
An arc so blessed
So bracing
The earth embracing
Seven sister colours
Having a celestial ball
While we terrestrials dream
Our hearts bleeding out
To match the red cheeks of light
The rain missiles put out.

I made the most of
My impromptu rainbow.
Took some orange for a glazed
Sheen on my happiness
A smidgen of yellow joy
As frothy frilly lace.

I saved up the indigo blue and green
For dreams that allure.
Violet I wore
Serene silent and demure.

My rainbow days
Of multitudinous paths
Shone from the
Cascading  fountains
In marvellous arcs
My thoughts thrown in
Like shiny coins
Wishes upon
Days gone by.

Where there's a wish
There's also a way
White light seen
Through a mystic's gaze.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Glopowrimo 19 Thoughts cascading with the speed of an avalanche

Glopowrimo 19

Thoughts cascading with the speed of an avalanche

The fan whirrs
Metallic clang maroon haze
Flat on my back
Gaze transfixed
Limpid lizard matches
My stare
Truth or dare
Will it or will it not?
Leap upon my chest
I'm a quivering  bowstring
Scared thoughtless.
Lizard glances disdainfully
I'm dismisses with
A swish of serrated tail
It's gone through a wormhole
In the Fan's mounting device
To haunt my alternate
In a parallel universe.
Thought cascading with the speed of an avalanche
I see her. A jedi warrior
She shoots a tongue of flame
It's burnt to a crisp
Incinerated into thin air
So they have technology
Molecular, atomic disintegration.
But what could she be wearing.
A gray metallic sheath
Mercurial changing hue
And texture.
Mermaid scales to feathery down
To liquefied satin.
Now it's charcoal velvet
Like her eyes.
Now she is looking straight through
The veils of dimension
She can see me.

Hello, i softly uttered
A murmer in my mind.
Thought waves crashing
Over unknown slopes
Causing rifts in the
Weft and warp
Of Space -Time.

How many ripples in
Both our universes
Have we created?

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Glopowrimo 20.Blue

Glopowrimo 20.Blue

You're mine.
Ensconced safely.
Please stay.
Never go away.
From my blue walled room
Hung with
milky frosted ceiling.

Freeze within my
Indigo mind
My ebony window panes.

I am blue with pain.

Your eyes are blue
With a pure fire
Of avenging angel.

If you were tinged with blue
Your skin would speak to mine.
Your flute would play upon
My desires.

Burning my red cheeks
With hot kisses
In the deep blue night.

Bluer than my soul
Is your deeper understanding
Of what Blue signifies.

Velvet nights
Mysteries of
Inalienable rights
A certain  destiny
Inescapable light.

You're Krshna

You're the blue eyed God
Transmuting from midnight blue
To Black velvet as Kali
Inscrutable
Even in my dreams.

But luminous
Tender compassionate.

Across meadows
Where darkness gathered
The Baul croons
Your song...

Amplifies my blues
Into the barren wooded horizon.

Stay.
I have gathered your
Aquamarine eyes,
Where laughter dances
Like foam on blue waves
An agate sea of
Desired divinity.
Bottomless depth
And infinite distance.

Sustain me on your shores,
Under Ananthnaga's
Eternal hood.

For i am electrified
By my devotion
To your deep blue gaze.

You alone have the pass key
The notes of my life song
The refrain of my silence
The tears from my third eye
Your royal
colours scream.
I keep
Your peacock plumage
In my boudoir of
Indigo dreams.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Glopowrimo 18 Summer Haikus

Glopowrimo day 18

Haiku on summer

(Or rather a chain of them)

Waking up early
Birds chirruping in sunshine
It's hot already.

Jug of lemonade
No hot drink can quench this thirst
I need a bucket.

Hanging out in malls
It's cooler window-shopping
But purses beware.

An ice cold shower
Loose tank top, bermudas flip flops
A quiet evening walk

A kiss for baby
Out in the park, kids enjoy
Free days of summer.

Slow motion sunset
Red gold fury, skies blazing
Summer days die hard.

The longest shower
A temporary refuge
Skin soaks in oceans.

Dripping sheets shrugged off
The still air like a furnace
We are baked clay dolls.

Sultry night dreams
Stars throb screaming lava lust
Love making slurry.

Dawn's sweet soft sunlight
Racing against the cruel day
I'm up and running.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Monday, April 16, 2018

Slop Weekly Challenge Plight of Syria

Plight of Syria

I am no expert,
No war and imperialistic
Policy afficionado,
But even I can begin to see
And beginning to see
Tears I do weep
My eyes have sunken
To the depths of a broken heart
I cry for young children
Oh Syria
Is this the way new life
Must start?

How hearts have shrunk
Power hungry policies
Of greedy war mongers
Craving fat slices of
Middle eastern pie
One by one they decimate
Ancient Arab nations
Sooth! We only
Liberate people
From their fate.
Sometimes, sadly
We can offer
Only Death.

I have been an amazed witness
How a civilized First world of wealthy nations
Can concoct evil end plans
A caucus of infamy
Erases and rewrites history
Casting as Hero
Only the abject yes man.
Only the sham Straw man.

Assad's war crimes, more than 30 years old,
At a time, when he was a doctor in Great Britain
Seemingly discovered as he opposed
The Lybian Arab Spring...
Suddenly there were concerted efforts
To defame and indict him.

Aren't they all authoritarian
Middle East regimes?
Why this subtle differentiation
On a Spring time whim?

Regime change at any cost
Chemical false flag attacks

Denial of rights
To a once stable government
To defend its people or borders
As Al Nusra and ISIS looted raped and plundered
And still went by the name of "Freedom fighters",
Paid mercenaries and thugs from
Far and wide
Posed as a nation's heroic liberating pride.
Should we be taken as allies
On this unholy ride?

A hundred missiles For seventy dead
Oh Shoot a guided bullet
through my weary head
Can't do this unreal maths
Can't absolve this plotted sin
The blood of Arabia
Runs ever thin....

Even as Mighty
Israel guns down Palestine
And Saudi Arabia won't let
The dissident win,
Heck! they won't even let
Their brothers in.

Strange allies
Strange principles
Strangest of all
These false savage days
We are sinking in....

Hailey/Haley's comet has struck again..
Shock and awe, old
Vibrations resent
In Nikki speak
Are we locked and loaded then?

No way out....
Nothing left to God or Chance...
Think tanks reserve this last dance.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018

Friday, April 13, 2018

Asifa

Hey you. My friends. Just a thought. Never Stoke a male ego, simply because He's a man.
Never make special allowances for masculinity.

Though our cultural set up inevitably encourages women to give men the benefit of our artifices and soft skills, to treat them with kid gloves, and  coyly offer them the red carpet treatment.

Please let's not do that. Men won't expect it.
If mothers don't bring them up that way.

That's the most powerful force for good or evil, determining  how a man turns out to be.
The other gender, is probably most potent as the mother gender.

I tell my sons as often as possible, they're just as special as the girl next door.
No more no less.

When you make allowances, when you cater to male sense of privileges and feelings of entitlement...You never know the extent of harm done.

You never know what expectations you're building up in them. Inadvertently.

That...
Women are soft, malleable.

They're clay dolls, putty in our playful/philandering male paws?

Women just don't know their own minds.
So if they say "No", you just gotta lay down the law, dictate to them.

A woman's No is a "Maybe Baby."....If you can just convince me by brute force.

Failing that psychoanalyze them as neurotic hysterical hags or loose  bag of nerves.

Failing that, jeet at them, or cast aspersions on their character.

So the most intelligent among us women will get treated as a birdbrain in the company of quite ordinary men unless she toes the line.

Invisible of course. But unfailingly passive, and deferential.
Accompanied preferably by a lot of breathy giddy giggles.

We women are emotional vessels after all.

Seeking fulfilment through masculine appreciation admiration and validation.

Lets not treat men badly.
Let's not treat them special either.
Men have a buddy system.
Women I don't really know about your much touted divine ya ya sisterhood.

Seems to me that a solely emotional approach to loyalty and solidarity, to principled behaviour is bound to fail.

Feminine bonding is only half the answer.

Fallible since vulnerable to emotional click baiting.

Susceptibility is always  sensed and taken advantage of.

Will you fail to stand by her, the unloved lone woman wronged? Because she didn't bond with the rest of the sisterhood?

Let's just be rational, matter of fact and pragmatic in our interpersonal transactions.
How we treat other human beings,  or react to them, should be based on mutual respect, tolerance and compassion.

Which should ideally have nothing to do with gender.

I want to say this. Kids are innately wise. They befriend brains or beauty or brawn but never over a kind and good heart.
And kids know that brawn could be the pugnacious baby sister, and that the boy child can also be a beautiful being.
Brains are queer inventive things that can adapt and assimilate vast differences.
And find a way to joyfully coexist.

We are a species. Homo sapiens. Not a race. Not a gender. Not a colour.

Mostly not a religion.

Gosh.
Sleep deprived sleepyhead signing off. 🤓