Under-Stand - I Understand

I stand under – as we wade past,
My life forfeit - the die is cast
He is needed more for the land
As I drown, I understand

My body hurts – it’s punished
Under the heel – it is pushed
I did not run at the command..
I am at fault I understand


Her head rests on my shoulder
A cloak of remorse I hide under
Equally jilted though is my brand,
Her pain, my numbness, I understand


I toil hard and not ask why
I shall do, till I break and die
Over to him, everything I hand
I don’t matter, I understand


The heart harkens to those kind hails
At the undertone – strangely it fails
To break again, it refuses to stand
Closed and never to understand…

The Tainted Divine – The Marred Mystic

In those pristine halls, beyond the confines of time and space

I communed in holy abandon in a world filled with love and grace

Adored, celebrated and deified in a world so sinless and pure

Living in infinite ecstasy and enchantingly majestic allure

Proud of my sanctified legacy, as god’s own beloved wife

I dwelt in pious spiritual trance, the realms of a mystic life

Cocooned from the mundane rules of the puritan world so earthy

And the dogmatic laws that are slaves of the strong and wealthy



Tainted and marred I stand today, unclothed in your midst

Tarred, feathered, tarnished and crushed, under law’s iron fist

Labelled a lost and sinful soul, by those who own the earth

Of those who hail me a sinner, in the world there is no dearth

My communion is degraded to a street walker’s abject disrepute

My mysticism’s shards linger, wretched, lonely and destitute

The endeavor

Though the cold and heavy flood, intimidates and daunts

Though Pain rips my being and courage hangs by a tread

It is my hard endeavor and not a sprightly jaunt

Against the tide and the dark, I truly shall trudge ahead



Though the sun may show his fury and burn the very path

Though the thorns may cut and mar me to death till I bled

Destiny in my heart, I shall harken, despite their immense wrath

Along the eternal pathless route, I truly shall trudge ahead

A Mute Sonnet

Dark it was, when they invaded; dark it was when they hurt her

Dark it was when they violated; Dark was their manic laughter

To her humiliation and agony, her mute tears bore testimony

Her soundless scream, stayed witness to, their cruelty and hegemony

Endless, the night of anguish seemed, to her tiny tortured body

Resigned, as it waited for the dawn to bring a lull in the brutality

Immobile as she slumped there, laid low by her tormenters

Wish she did for her life to end and the body broken into splinters



Bright it is and hot too, as she stands there tarnished and beaten

Her child hungry, whom she cannot feed; for days she has not eaten

‘Characterless’, ‘shameless woman’ a ‘mother of a fatherless child’

The high and mighty holy ones label her a beast gone wild

Mute she stands, her head hung low tears flowing down her cheeks

A tiny morsel and sustenance in this harsh world are all that she seeks

Anguish on the streets - An ode to the unwanted

Oh! That cold, hard and extremely sharp stone

that glass splinter with its pointed edge

that nail oh! So carelessly thrown

plus that thorn lying by the hedge


They know not that I am on my two bare feet

on cold nights and in midsummer’s heat

My soles are scorched, cut and sore

Oh! Please take me off these Streets of Gore



Nights spent in intoxicated frenzy

Days spent begging around for drug money

Limbs twisted and tied to depict a cripple

to gain of sympathy an extra ripple


Oh! my fatherless babies, some still born

Pushed out of my weak and abused body

I die many times, every night and morn

I am a mother, a child a nobody’s baby


Someone else’s problem, I stagger on, invisible

Hated and avoided, a discarded undesirable

My soul is tarnished infected and sore

Oh! Please take me off these streets of gore



A crazy manic laughter erupted off me

Drugged I was and high on cruelty

Oblivious to the bites and the blood the drew

as on the dog, burning logs I tied and threw


I am broken today, in this ditch so dark

The Fever and pain, oh! The fire has left its mark

I am dying, may be rabid and oh! So sore

Oh! Please take me off these streets of gore



Hated scorned and avoided by all and one

I look for shelters, but there are none

Lying on a bed of drugs and toxins

I live a life of loneliness, hatred and sins


A rare smile from a kindly passing soul

Makes me cry on my life gone foul

A beggar, juvenile a rag many wore

Oh! Please take me off these streets of gore