Sunday, October 23, 2016

Dissolved

At sixty to sunset.
I lay myself down.
On the terrace of
Cemented aspirations
I made believe
Cemetery of
Sanctified dreams.
A curlique in fetal stasis
I drank in a tired mouth
Of wistful sky.
Wisteria was I
Drooping in
Lanes of agony

And the sky
The blue pigeon egg sky
dappled with my dreams
Dabbled with my despair
Dissolved me.

I found firsthand succour
In his arms
Sweet sky blue dissolution.

I felt giddy
Like a teenage girl
On New Year's eve
Dieting the whole day
For midnight morsel's
Magic kiss.

The  earth spun
Below me.
But I was afloat
aflame in the
Sun of my desolation.

Crimson it's brush
painted my blush
Agonized ecstasy
In one breath.

The sky
I behold
holds me.

Beholder and
Beholden in bliss
Am I.

At Sixty to ecstasy...
All of my silent
Three Sixty degrees
Satiated.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Sky Light.

I drank the sky with my eyes
letting blue translucency
Seep in to my skin
My soul touched  decimated distance
The vast zenith of soft infinity.

I fell into a stupor, a calmness
Caress of the Supreme.
I revisited the cocoons
Of natal ascension
Primordial Nativity.

Each bird escaped
Easy projectiles
Into predetermined ether,
Reverse  trajectories of
Resonant radars.

God guided
Science supra faceted
Angels of dimensional
Reality

My lashes lowered
my soul soared
In reverence
Awed by incomprehensible
Mystique
That releases
Vast kens
Of copious cages

The ages are numbered
Like pages of mortality

Blue sage is my simple sky
glimmers of sparkling Lucidity.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Supreme Court Judgement

How is denying sex emotional abuse or mental cruelty is beyond me, while in the same breath we talk of marital rape.
I think forcing sex upon any person through physical psychological societal or legal pressure amounts to Cruelty. Rape amounts to cruelty. Lack of sex is just that. Lack. Period. It's a desirable and possibly an attractive commodity, (to testosterone driven men), but most definitely NOT a Necessity, withdrawal of which  amounts to Cruelty.
Justify then Roman Catholic concepts of Sex being for Procreation only/primarily and the simultaneous stress upon usage of rhythm method. (To keep the husband happy without using artificial contraception. Talk about deeply ingrained patriarchal double standards!)
Justify four wives please, (condoned/allowed by a certain religion, albeit conditions apply!
Say an impotent man, who has taken four nubile young virgins as wives whilst in his prime, and is subsequently unable to satisfy them all?
Justify how the lack of something which is so consensual and empathetic in nature constitutes cruelty?
Should a husband or wife be unable to put food on the table be labelled cruel, if he genuinely has neither money or means?
Should a wife bed a husband if for whatever reason she has developed emotional atrophy or disgust for a certain level of intimacy despite having borne his children and been sexually active with him in her prime?
What's the cut off point for a wife who simply loses interest in sex?
Should she perform like an automaton?
Should any man want a sex puppet  for a wife or a loving intelligent woman who is perhaps unable to meet his needs in every field of married life?
Men accept blithely wives who don't work/ work full time, can't cook, wish to remain childless, and yet label lack of desire for sex under a blanket term of Cruelty?
Withholding sex for emotional  leverage or blackmail is Cruelty.
Withdrawal of sex through lack of interest or emotional detachment/disillusionment/disappointment is not Cruelty. 
The Cruelty lies in forcing an already hurt and aggrieved woman to feel guilty. 

TOI Article
Denying sex to husband for long period ground for divorce: Delhi HC

PTI | Oct 12, 2016, 05.46PM IST

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Denying sex to husband for a long time without any justification amounts to mental cruelty and is a ground for divorceIn its judgment, the bench referred to the settled legal position that "denial of sex to a spouse itself amounts to causing mental cruelty".

NEW DELHI: Denying sex to husband for a long time without any justification amounts to mental cruelty and is a ground for divorce, Delhi High Court has said.

The verdict came on a petition by a husband seeking divorce, complaining that his wife had subjected him to mental cruelty by not allowing him to have physical relations for four-and-a-half-years though she was not suffering from any physical disability.

While allowing the husband's appeal, the high court granted a decree of divorce to him noting that the wife in a trial court had not specifically denied the allegation.

"In view the foregoing discussion, we are of the considered view that the husband has fully established that he was subjected to mental cruelty by the wife by denying sex to him for a long period despite living under the same roof, without any justification and though she was not suffering from any physical disability," a bench of Justices Pradeep Nandrajog and Pratibha Rani said.

The husband had challenged a trial court order of March dismissing his divorce petition on the ground that the instances of cruelty pleaded and proved by him did not satisfy the standard of cruelty as per the provisions of the Hindu Marriage Act, 1955.

The high court noted in its verdict that the wife had initially appeared before the trial court which subsequently proceeded against her ex-parte as she stopped appearing thereafter, even though she was served with the notice.

The husband had told the high court that their marriage was solemnised on November 26, 2001 in Haryana and they had two sons aged 10 and 9 years, at the time of filing of the plea in trial court in 2013.

The man claimed that he and his family members were subjected to mental cruelty by his wife as she was not doing household work. When her conduct became unbearable, his parents asked them to live in a separate accommodation in another portion of the same house, he said.

He also claimed his wife had not permitted him to have physical relations for last four-and-a-half-year.

In her written statement filed before the trial court, the wife had initially contested the divorce plea filed by the husband while denying all allegations.

In its judgment, the bench referred to the settled legal position that "denial of sex to a spouse itself amounts to causing mental cruelty".

"The appeal being well founded deserves to be allowed," it said, adding "we grant a decree of divorce in favour of the husband on the ground of cruelty by dissolving his marriage with the wife that had been solemnised".




Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Beginning Lights

Soft beginning lights of childhood
Soft notions of empty nothingness
New beginners freshest journey
Creamy waves of sweet sepia
Attract me today,
Overwhelming this insipid night
Of silent moral decay.

Babies know no morals
Journey is their life
Two tiny fists puckered
Like life's cheeks emitting cry.

How she must have held
How safely swaddled me
She cradled me
Fresh from her
Divine womb
Dimming forever,
lights of lost eternity.

My eyes blind
With love's wonder struck
Her eyed pinned it's faith
on mine.

Journeys begin
Journeys end
Beautiful notes to strike
Oh sweet mother
our memories
Intertwined are rife.

And when the dark
Shades your silhouette
Where silver tears dwell
In that vale
Between light and shade
May memories fall
in rain
may memories forever
Fall like rain

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

For the Men

For the Men

Fathers who don't
Hear her pitiful claim
In the name
Of family honour
Assign the victim blame,
Cover up the shame,
The prey and
Never the predators tame.

Mothers who just look away
Hoping to put uneasy blame at bay
brothers who use sisters as punching bags
and feel exonerated by labelling them
Shrewish hags.

Watch your true daughter /sister die
What's left in her place
is a lifeless creation
Framed by your lies.

An angry woman
disconnected from life
A timid wretch
Passive aggressive
From barren ashes rise.

She will choose her equal
In a mate,
Remember you condemned her
To this fate
when she comes back to you
Black and bruised and purple eyed
Dear daddies and brothers
Recall how you had lied.

If she was wrought upon
To believe
She deserved it then,
It is a given
She'll ever chose, and be chosen
By angry men.

Passive punching bag
Sucking in cruel lies.
A stunted runted
Little girl inside.

Eyes afraid to meet with eyes
Confronted, she'll always compromise
Spread her invidious fear destroy her seed
Broken saplings can't courage breed.

Value only your sons  then
And teach your daughters
Submissions  Grace.
Fathers may you forget who are
The future mothers
Of your manly race.

Fear for your grandson alone
O hearts of obdurate stone
Waste no tear for Woman's heart
Cowering in the corner, She
Stifles moans.
Like you she will play her predetermined part.
Mesmerized by the seal of fate,
The cards you dealt,
your fruitful karma
At the very start.

In a cloud of angry haze
I wrote
Brothers and Fathers,
Broken are women
On life's first sailboats,
Take care at journeys beginning then,
And not in the end,
Be men who end the cycle
Lend them strength
Don't make them bend.

For...
(I wonder if submission in a woman
Is what is to be desired.
Or in an atrophied  society,
cynicism declared edict,
when it just got too tired,
of  defending its daughters
sisters and mothers...
From yet another fiendish invader?

Submission is compromise
That preempts offense,
Never call it grace, that's
Discretion or defense.
Necessity customized into false virtue
Cemented into tradition
Becomes value
Someday you'll rue.

When the well trained daughter
Enacts her poppet part on cue
Fathers not society, but you,
Must pay her dues.)

(c) Amrita Valan 2016

Friday, September 30, 2016

Ballads of Noon

Ballads of noon, segue
on my Sunday terrace
Cool neon kite cast high
Heart heaped dreams
Tossed in the catapulting sky
Tritely hope flies.

Deserted crimson flowers bloom
On lips torn at the seams
Prayers like blood trickle down
Walls of introspection.

Hurry kite! Kiss Snow White
Bougainvillea moon
Before Balenciaga night's
Velvet drapes deride.

Before Lucifer falls
Eternally, sacred,
star bright.

As my terrace drowns
In bathos, in wonder,
In mystique and pique,
I'm revived  in
Stellar light years.

Lost all my bobbing rogue kites now
into flash frozen futuristic orbits
Eclectic tomorrows,
Spinning loom of hopes and desires
Eclipsing sin and sorrow.

Surreal agony on
Black wrought iron
staircase
Spiraling hopes to heaven
Masticated Manna dew.

I want to scour the clouds
tonight
For footprints of
God.

Intergalactic
Intergenerational
Integrated, he sits,
His hearth is Glory.

I anoint thee O Chosen One,
King of the Milky Way.
This side of the universe,
This side of my unique
Tomorows
That I borrow,
On stellar streets
Of coronation.

Tonight is cerebral liberation
Ceremonial cosmic
Celebration.

Tonight is uncertainty,
And its
Celebration.

(c) Amrita Valani 2016

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Circles of Bias

Why do we always want to appear holier than thou, morally more evolved, more humanitarian than our brethren?
We must aspire to the highest form that humanity can take, and that which is personally possible for each of us, according to the cards we've been dealt. That's plausible goodness. Not fake sainthood.
We can try to be balanced and moderate in our approach to all. And when we're reciprocated we can even be motivated to rise higher in an ascending spiral of spiritual evolution.
But what if our goodness, our democratic humanitarian spirit, is taken for granted, nay even demanded, while at the same time, overlooking and so excluding, (And thereby excusing), a sizeable portion of our brethren, by not holding them up to any standards of morality or ethics at all?
Till the inevitable fall out happens, the last straw is swallowed then regurgitated, with vehement declarations of wars on terror.
So must we bomb out our intolerant brothers and sisters and their innocent precious and helpless children like ants, mercilessly?

Isn't it morally more comprehensible to be gently firm from the beginning? This far and no further. We will not tolerate in the name of faux progressive enlightenment, oppresive ideologies which segregate and discriminate on basis of gender, colour, and finally  religion?
Because that's how the circle of prejudices widen. In ever increasing concentric spheres. The first casualty of bias always being women.

The outrage suppressed finds other outlets.
So those who found out to their cost, being progressive, liberal, welcoming and tolerant, led to dangers of being infiltrated radicalized and slaughtered, want to take a stand, to protest.
But having left it till too late, they have to take recourse to childish exercises of futility.
Like the Burkini ban.
Mock it if you will, but understand the hurt and fear that motivates it.