Sunday, November 29, 2015

Weekly Challenge On Thanksgiving

I'm not American
We don't have Thanksgivings.
Despite the umpteen festivals
We Indians celebrate
From Christmas to Halloween
Diwali to Eid
Holi to Dusshera
This is truly unique
Where you say Thank you
Gratitude is the only prayer you offer
The best libations of all.

So I adopt your ways America
For this would be poem
And find my face flooding in tears
For in my most troubled and difficult times
My poetic friends thank you
For lending me
Your heart
Through kind eyes and ears.

Thank you for believing
I can write
Thank you for your generous accolades
For calling me a flower of India
Thank you for your
Powerful words.

You have made a proud poetess
Of a woman too ordinary
And plain
Happy am I  wishing all of you
For Thanksgiving Day
My friends.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Hurt and Lost

I don't want to understand any more
To understand is to walk through fire
Savoring the flaming Lips of holocaust genocide and murder
And branding hot coals
Of burning burials
With steel boots
But no denial.

I cannot undergo the torture
That chokes intelligence
Pity is putty
Of mass manipulation
I cannot insult mercy.
Kindness heals with
Hands cool
On heated brows
Brings pool of tears
Sizzling lava flows
Of sentiments
Hurt and broken hearted
The world revolves
around the clock
Tipping the axes
Of revolution.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Friday, November 20, 2015

Of Fear...Courage and Compassion.

I think people have a right to be scared.
I know I am. And it does not mean I have no compassion for the oppressed or unfortunates. 

But it doesn't work the way social media memes are going about... working up a frenzy of indignation ...trying to bully coerce shame people into compassion and political correctness. Use the heart.
But also use the head.

Please people don't post absurd memes about how unchristian and uncaring you are if you are fearful of the consequences of an action.
Accept that you're wrong if you're misinformed but don't be ashamed of your fears.
Fear can't be denied. It  has to be faced for courage to be born.

Unfortunately charity cannot afford to be uncritical and indiscriminate nor endless.
Charity also begins at home. Save your compassion for your homeless your war veterans your orphans.
Save the world but first do your dirty dushes and laundry.
I see everyone irrespective of race or religion posting how we must save the Syrian refugees.

Now I will state something that has puzzled me for some time. And btw this required me to be honest and courageous.

What I don't see and have not seen are posts where a Muslim instead of defending his position,that all Muslims are not terrorists, (we know that believe me!), or being aggressively offended about the victimization of Palestinians by Zionists, are concerning themselves with the victimization of All  people of All Religious Denominations.

Where are the social memes by Muslims protesting against theocratic oppressive misogynistic regimes, such as Saudi Arabia, or the persecution of the Hindu minority in Bangladesh or the Christian minority in Pakistan? Or the police brutality in Indonesian crackdowns on pubs?
Why are their protests not equally tilted towards secular issues?
Why not be equally concerned about atrocities perpetrated by legitimate Islamic regimes and theocracies on minorities? I am not talking about terrorism here.

We all accept the position that all terrorism does not stem from Islam.

But I am also thinking this, how about Muslims organizing equally zealous spirited protests for topics other than Islamophobia, for issues not affecting just their Muslim brethren but all of their human brethren, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist atheists agnostics
Gays et all?
This is pure mind speak. With a tiny flutter in the heart of how I will be shamed by my FB friends now...as petty and small minded.

Now I await comments of what a racist bigoted prejudiced Islamophobe I am.
Though I have many Muslim friends who care about me and I about them in real life. In the virtual word beautiful words of prayer have all the virtue.
Bring on rationality and you're a vice to be eschewed.

But honestly, this aspect, I confess to being bothered about. 

Well my friends I have to be me.
And the labels belong to you.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Thursday, November 19, 2015

And Once Again... Straight from My Heart.

There's a blackboard
There's an equation
The underlying mathematics
Do you read it?
If one plus one is greater than two,
There's an explanation,
Do you seek it?

Time flies past
Sometimes toobfast
Sometimes so slow
You don't want it to last,
But do you not bear it?

There's a reason
A gestational season
When the caterpillar stops
Chewing
And prep time
Is over...

Are you prepared?
Not for the testing,
But for the resting,
Resignation and surrender
To  utter enigmatic stillness?

A time for dormancy
A hibernating infancy
To emergent beauty
Full grown and lovely?

Life?
Some say for wasting,
Others for testing
Your mettle,
Some seek out
Purpose,
And aiming for fame,
Languish...

Meanwhile. ..
The butterfly flits by
Ephemeral winged love
Feeding on flowers
To dance with the breeze.

Life lays out its own laws,
Take a moment's sweet pause,
Dare to be free!

Life is for tasting
Too good for wasting
And the test
Is taken
When dreams
Awaken....
Flower buds to blossoms
Ethereal cosmos
Such a sweet plucking
Of pure fantasy.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Written from the Heart...Tonight

Written from the Heart...Tonight.

I am not...
A racist.
A bigot.
A hater.
A coward.

Nor am I...
Harsh
Cruel
Inhuman
Merciless.

I am not...
An angel
A goddess
A saint
A seer or a
Prophet.

But
With all my heart
mind and
Soul
With every beautiful beat
Of blood that
pumps and throbs
With every throe of
Passion's puzzles
And agony's anguish,
At every turn of the fork
And crossroads
At the logic gates
Of the valleys of
The shadow of death
Where floods of mercy
willy nilly burst forth
from dams of
Self control and caution,

I am
Damned
Accursed
Blessed
To be
A thinker.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Slop Weekly Challenge.... Rictameters....

Weekly Challenge.  November 15-30.
Rictameter.... 2 4 6 8 10 8 6 4 2

I am
Happy to be
Down to earth, so plain and
very simple, a wallflower.
Clinging amidst the moss innocuously.
You pluck me into a posy
Vain on your lapel
Happy flower,
I am.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Not submitted. ..

Cocksure
Vain glorious
Always much too boastful was he
knew not the pretence of humility
Till he met Alicia.
Wondrous luminous girl
Glorious eyes
Cocksure.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Love Poem

Moonbeam in the afternoon
Your smile
Liplock of collusion...
Lolita's confessional
giggly secrets interlocked
Love dappled cream cheeks
Invite sun's caress
Becoming
Bewitching honey shades
Turning combs of jet lashes
tawny, half hidden
Glimpses of  blue-black
Ocular blessings
Occult marbles invitingly liquefy
Till Tuesday merges
With Wednesday
And Time is lost
In black holes of absorption
And space becomes
Hollows of scooped out
Salvation.

Ruby smears your lipstick
painted upon my eyelids
Closed for sweet eternity.
An instant of infinite
Fortune
When velvet kisses rain
Right through
Soul avenue.

I have been returned
To this world
Tuesday morning
Just before work,
Feels like Taut Thursday
Tip toeing into fulfillment's
Naughty weekend.
Sleeplessly dreamy layovers.
Come Let's
Light up this luminescent
weekend.

(c) Amrita Valan 2015