Wednesday, November 7, 2012

A Dark Memory



My bony naked knees banged and rattled
My body trembled
But no one saw nor heard
Nor smelled my fear
Though they stood
All five of them
Around me
In merry chattering
While she knocked the back of my head
Hard
With her knuckles
Urging…
Nay threatening..
For her banging got harder
The more I delayed.
And none of them
Strange…..
None of them saw
My trembling body and knocking knees
And her knuckles knocking me on my head
Urging me to go
To the neighbors
To see
If her visiting neighbor friends baby
Was well and asleep
And then to come back and report
So they may grab
A few more moments of merriment
And laughter
The five of them
Who stood around me.
But my legs
refused to obey me through my humiliation.
I stood
Rooted
Legs trembling
Knees rattling
As memory of yesterday returned
Same time
Same situation
The summer afternoon occasion of neighborhood bonhomie’s
When I had meekly obeyed
Her admonishments
And swiftly taken off on my lithe 11 year old bare legs
To carry out her command
To look up the infant if she was asleep
And as I bent over the crib
For a close look at the sleeping baby
Huge hands grasped me from behind
Startled I looked up
At the towering figure
With massive dark mustache
Quivering with excitement
Red veins criss-crossed the whites of his eyes
He pushed me on the bed
And his hands roamed
Over my trembling
Stiffened body
And then his little daughter came in -
And said ‘oh – he does this to me too’
In that moment of distraction
I fled
Like only a hare would from hunting dogs.
That was yesterday.
Today
My legs refused to obey me
Through my public humiliation
As my sisters knuckles hit my head
Harder and harder.
And my mother
Glared at me
With disdain.

They were talking in praise of him
calling him with qualities of
'Ram' - the sacred persona whose idol stood in the puja room.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Courage






Courage
Warm tingling on the brow
A clenched fist
Between the breasts
nestled in my soul
Then the fist loosens
Courage melts
To a thick gel
Transparent
Sticky
Slimy
Like the fluid of an infested wounds
Oozes
From every pore.
My brow is cold
Numb
Frozen.
I have learnt to live
From one moment to the next.
From one day to the next.


Sisters





They were three
Came before me
Never let me forget
Imposing
Demanding
Bullying
They made sure nothing belonged to me
My mother
Nay their mother
My memories
had no place
not In their narrations.
If they were fifteen
I dared not say I was 5, even though I was.
If I bled
I dared not ask
And they did not care to tell
The  meaning of the blood.
They reveled in my ignorance
They drew joy in my pain
They found power
through my suffering.
We came from the same womb-
They were my sisters.

Death 3




Take me
Into your warm embrace
Away from this glitter and glare
Choking silences
Stifling  air
Into  dark  nothingness.