Going for an auction
Tell me, tell me friends...
Which one do you prefer?
Chick or Cock, Cow or Bull,
Oxen or Bovine, She goat or Billy?

She's are always tender.
Thinking about the progeny,
Do what oneself prefer?
Or what one do opt?
If given a chance?

Are women a machine?
Or women a factory?
Making only laddies.
She's like a guardian angel.

Rarely, hardly mother's assisted
Abetted crime, somewhere.
  
A baby girl killed at birth,
By dipping into the holy milk,
A tiny rice grain into the throat,
A local midwife-assisted help.

Oh, bruises and wounds,
Brutally thrashed marks,
All over the tiny body.
As a mute spectator,
Stood the hapless mother.

Oh, to get rid of the burden,
Burden of rearing the girl child.
Life in her home, feels
Like a stolen property,
Affiliated to somewhere else.

Marked, as a daughter of someone,
Wife of someone,
Mother of someone,
Always under the shadow,
Of that crisis of identity.

Before aware of oneself,
Married away she's.
Thrown out to the mercy of
Someone's whims and fancies.

Hanker after,
An object of pleasure,
An unpaid servant.
Burst into tears, seldom,
Declared mad she's.

Now, better to act as dumb and mute’
Once left the stately home,
Hey, journey of return laborious,
Inadmissible too..

Whomever raise a storm,
Against those atrocities?
To reach the Law?
Oh, poor soul,
Awaiting a long, tedious voyage.
Hyphens and question marks,
Making one a fool.

Baby girls, they're flowers,
Forever in bloom.
A definition of perfect love,
And a hub of favour.
 
Love her, adorn her.
Educate her and protect H E R. 

A poem by K. Syamala

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This Valentine's Day remind yourself that you are important too. You matter to yourself and self-care is one of the most important ritual you need to follow. Love a little harder, a little deeper, a little bias, a little selfish because you deserve it. Your personal welfare has a lot to do with how you survive in this world, how good, bad, ugly are your relationships and how progressive you become. 

So take some time off, breathe, meditate, pour yourself a glass of wine and sit with yourself. This time is all you need to rekindle the inner you and remind yourself what you are, where you're from and where you aim to go. Your destiny is in your own hands. 

YOU are the most important person for you. So get yourself that break you so badly deserve and Valentine yourself this Valentine's Day. Love yourself a little, you deserve it.  

Show me a deeper meaning;
A deeper meaning to self love,
Show me a deeper meaning;
A deeper meaning of a simple smile.
Show me the darkest depths of 
Simplicity and meanings merging
Into a bond of harmonic symphony:
A foundation of mutual understanding. 

Is this all to life? 
To breathe and to be mundane, and still
Have unpleasant memories clogging
The good ones and the better ones
Ruining the fun more often than not! 
Rather not you find rest in yourself
Than pour your heart to the darkness of man.
For you shall be more sensitive,
More poise, more lively, more You
In who you are than 
In who you are looking for in someone else.

Dream like love is eternal
Live like it's made to wither. 
For time shall test the deepest desires of 
Man and woman and it shan't lie, I can tell. 
Mere satisfaction of lazy minds
Coming together for various needs
Physical, emotional and spiritual,
For this can be called a need:
So show me anything deeper than
Loving yourself, knowing yourself
Better than the Universe knows 
Each grain of sand scattered in 
This vast wide world of ours
Where time is all, and time tests all.
For time is love, and time is life, 
And time is what you and I are made of, right?

Poem by Aakanksha Dinah

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Is it the soft whispers or
The loud thunders in the night?
Is it the calming sea shore or
The rigid uphill ride?

Is it the shoes that no longer fit or
The dress I outgrew of?
Is it the cute smile and a toffee or
The time and again craving for the coffee?

It is the presence of innocence,
The absence of hatred and
The allowance of certain mistakes
That made me – or…

The absence of nightmares,
The presence of day dreams and
The permission to be me
That made me? I don’t know…

When things were not fun,
I laughed and cried and was me.
When the same things were fine,
I did the same…

I don’t know how to put it
Gloom did make its way.
Smiles faded and so did time
And I am here like grandma’s old wine…

There are mornings I cry myself to work
And evenings I laugh with humans.
There are lunches I miss just to miss
And dinners my pillows and I share.

So, where is it all going?
To an unknown destiny or something…
Well, I know things are fine.
Not always but that’s also just fine…

So like angels we come and
Evils we live.
Like someone once said…
Well, never mind…

Poem by Aakanksha Dinah

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Walking through the shore
Holding Grandpa's hand
Asking sweet something
Giggling louder and louder.

That's so beautiful,
Life is like a pendulum,
It swings from happiness to sweetness.

Playing in the waves
Dancing with the rhythm of water,
The dewdrops mumbles,
To set our souls free.

Is it so sweet?
If the river visit our house?
Always we are her guests.
His toothless smile brightens.

Don't be a naughty girl,
Everything has its own path,
To flow, to stand, to sit, to walk,
If not nature's balance crumble.

On a day river visits our house.
Not upon asking,
She was not like my friend,
Unheard my wails.

The furious river lost its path,
Took away everything,
The tear-filled eyes witness,
Only the floating walking stick.

Standing here again,
Waiting for the resuscitation,
Of the poor soul,
Captured forcefully from me.

Hope one day she'll be pleased with me,
And return my grandpa.

Even though all alone,
The lone parakeet sings,
Depression overwhelmed.
Can't claim anything that's lost
Still, I love the river...

Poem by K. Syamala  

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What's your mantra for happiness?
You are always cheerful, elated
How's it possible?
Dejected, debilitated, the cuckoo asked.

The wind was howling through the trees.
The angling saunter whistled and mumble,
"Shut out noise first,
Listen what you want,
Wear blinkers and earplugs, if possible,
Then keep the eyes high.

Learn to manage the mind,
Concerned only about oneself
Be single-minded in thy pursuit,
Switching off toxicity, learn the art.

Distress, afflictions?
Break out the cause.
A big no to irrelevant chatter
The things that detract contentment,
Unbundle them.

Needless activities on the way?
Don't waste the energy
Be in self-preservation mode
Nothing is more important than the self.

Don't take anxiety as a companion,
Uncertainty, acceptance of the unknown are,
Try not to control the uncontrollable.

The fact is,
I am only equal to myself,
And to go far far away,
Still not expecting a smooth path,
To explore the unknown destinations."

The joyous Zephyr puffed away.
Inhaled those warm fuzzies
The cuckoo appeased  
H E R S E L F…

Poem by K. Syamala  

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However hard we try
Actions couldn't be reversed
A ghost keeper of this building,
Once built by sweat and blood.

Here, silence was louder than noise,
Reality was too big to absorb,
The choices of life were wrong,
Trying effortlessly to prove the worth.
,
The unforgettable moments,
Were embedded in tears
Once, the eyes were thy sky,
Heard the world through the lullaby,
Spoken through the lips,
Hugs and kisses were the strength.

Now, ravaged by age,
Surrounded by loneliness,
Eyes and ears miss something,
Rhythm of life lost its tune.

Choked with memoirs,
A helping hand is needed,
All appears like strangers
Met in the nearby street. 


Poem by K. Syamala  

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Grounded deep, Rooted I stand
With her many arms encircling my feet
His flurry resting on the arch of my spine
Warm gushes
Expectations shine

He blows through my onyx ravelings 
Nudging me slowly but surely
Hands cupped with drops of moonlight
Undulating zephyrs
Fireflies resplendent in sight

Rising and alive
My universe in dance 
Dream manifestations
Compassionate and unconditional 
Resilient heart foundations 

Connections to mother and movement
Birthing intent and realisations
Of gentle surrendering moments 
Honest vulnerabilities abound 
A genesis of magical bestowments

Nourishing with endless grace 
Earth mother and father wind
My hopes and far fetched moonbeams
I realise how much I have grown
In between their love and my daydreams


Poem by Bindu Rajendren

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Humiliated and heartbroken
Shadows frayed in the water,
The river is flowing slowly, steadily
Few drops of tears, the molten,
Scorched the mother river.

"Being a girl child, am I responsible?
A loser, a blackie, no one loves me.
A struggling mom, deep in sorrow,
Unwanted, shunned, tossed aside
No house, no family,
That's what I have."

Immature are your imagination
There are no complete family
They are all pretended.

Be grateful to whatever comes
Whether the dark thought, shame or the malice
Meet them at the door.
Transform the dark into something splendid,
From beyond each acts as a guide.

Confront her and comfort her,
You two are enough to make a family.

Never look back and regret,
Raise your hands when the shares are due.
Make all your dreams come true.
Live a life to express, not to impress.

Colour, tribe, or gender no matter,
Past cannot be changed,
But future can
Show what to take to win the prize
Make a wish with the eyelash
Sounds silly? 
Future is promising,
Mark it with indelible sparkle.

To arrest sunlight ,
The earth draws blanket over.
Through tiny pores
The little stars still peep in
Offering a starlit moonlit sky.

The gentle ripples touched her feet and whispered,
Eyes should always fill with dreams,
Not with tears anymore.

She saw a new sunrise,
The bright light deepens her smile,
Slowly, steadily...

Poem by K. Syamala

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