Tuesday, January 17, 2017

How to love a Woman?



Mother,
you never taught me
how to love a woman.
and so
I never loved
the woman in me.

from early on
you taught me
to be prim and proper
to wait for the knight in the shining armour

you told me,
my journey to a man's heart
was always through his stomach.
you trained me,
a table spoon of salt
stays a table spoon of salt.

so, i never knew
what journey should i be taking
to reach a woman's heart.

now,
unprepared; untrained
when each morning
i wake up to find the woman
lying next to me,
unresponsive; lifeless
i do not know how to wake her up. 

so, we find ourselves in a hospital
battered and bruised. 
sometimes it is our body.
sometimes it is our soul.

But mother,
how do I fix? 
a broken wing,
a broken heart of a woman
because, 
you never taught me
how to love a woman
so, I never knew
how to love a woman in me. 


[PC:  'Why you aren't you' by Queen Enigma : http://spellboundmisfits.deviantart.com/art/why-you-aren-t-you-259616112?q=sort%3Atime+gallery%3ASpellboundMisfits&qo=313]

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

CHAIR.


[Pic: Kim Na Youn, South Korea]


Please.
Come.
Sit with me.
I have warmth of a Winter,
And chill of a Summer.

They were left behind,
By some.
When arrows became confusing
When green or red
were disturbing;

They sat with me.

Some were warm
Some were cold
Some left as Autumn passed
Some stayed till Spring had.

But,
They sat with me.
For a while.

Waiting.

Till it was time.

You too,
Please.
Come sit with me.

We can wait, 
together.
Whether for a Spring
Or it's for a Winter.


[Note: While 2016 has been a year of horror in many sense; it had some beautiful moments too. One of those rare moments for me was being introduced to NY Kim's photography. Her pictures made me write poems. So, this poem, CHAIR is based on her picture posted herewith. Check out NY's pictures at https://www.instagram.com/heasongsong/. You will get treat from her once in a month or so.]