Who is She?

-

Is she the one selling flowers on a street,
is she the one dancing in a bar to make ends meet?
is her essence linked to he,
is she a voice muffled, that fights back like Soni Sori?
Is she a cry recognized after angst & pain,
of one as young as Malala Yousafzai?
Is she the one who stands by you,
trampled & restrained over centuries,
is she the one who perseveres like Aung San Suu Kyi?
Is she loosely labelled a tramp or tart by men who
need her more than she does he, yet
sit in judgment on one of their own ilk?
Is she the ‘woo’ factor in wo-men, keeping them on a leash?
Whoever she is, if she fritters away her time &
energy on debating ‘to be or not to be’,
the world would suffer an irreparable loss
the day she decides to turn her back
on it all and walk away free!

©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap

Sequel…as an after thought on Women’s day…2016
So then, back to the question, who is she?
Well, she’s hot and cold, she’s frigid if need be,
she’s fire, she’s ice, she’s selfish, she’s spice,
She’s giving, she loving, she’s a nasty narcissist!
She’s water, she’s beauty, she’s a hornet’s nest;
spurned or belittled, riled or smitten,
she can be sheer sunshine or long
 nights of darkness if she so decrees…
©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap      

Comments

Dr Prakhar Kumar said…
'She' is the essence of life. .
8 March 2016 at 17:55
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Sunset awaiting a new sunrise

-
Image
The heart bleeds as the sun rises, every day a new wedge, deeper drives; all around, there is mayhem, nothing surprises. As a father sings a lullaby to his little one, and a mother narrates a story of valour and pride: voices echo in the dark, deepening the existing divide.   Most are sleepwalking through life, zombies caught in a vortex that demeans humanity and thus thrives.  Constantly looking for the deviant and pliant mind, hungry waves catch on, spreading far and wide.  Strange are times, devolving at high tide, awash with a notion that hatred shall help derive, answers to everything that has forever eluded mankind. We are our own enemies, hurtling toward disaster with increasing speed, our nemesis clearly defined.   #SrKmusings #poetry #refuge #harmony
Read more

Redemption rare ?

-
Image
  Times have changed, indeed they have:  one often sees the  pot calling the kettle black ! Wonder when good  sense vanished & where?  Everything suddenly vaporised, in diaphanous thin air. The haze is heavy, blinding: overpowering one & all;  debate, dissent are rare.  In a crevice along the bend, erupts a tender tendril:  brave, feisty & bare ! Rearing it’s tiny head,  raring to go & ensnare: just awaiting the spunk to tell  the pot & the kettle,  how they are both dark & devious:  beyond redemption & repair. Times have changed,  indeed they have.  #Srkmusings
Read more

Dilemma divides

-
Image
Precarious & precious, so is life, always dangling on  a dangerous divide. Dancing shadows in the middle of the night, imbued were her dreams  in red & golden light. Power was an illusion, sometimes difficult to deride. Fantasy was her mainstay, she loved the risky tides. Shattered & broken  wanting to escape & hide, solitude & solemnity  her only respite. But often she ached to break the world's false pride. In the midst of the melee  called life, she managed to elude prevalent & impending strife. Caught between morning and night, silently waits twilight. Trapped in the shadows  of the moon is the sun's flight. Borrowed moments compellingly  repel yet invite. Poised, patient she bides  her time. #SrKmusings #moonrides #tides
Read more