Sunday, April 7, 2013

an utter mistake


Her father did an utter mistake
of not holding her
of not carrying her on his shoulder
showing her the world.

And you too have done the same
of not binding her with the sacred thread
or a stained centre parting, the mistake
of not giving her someone to carry your name.
So she never learnt how to belong
She never felt home.
 

And she kept dreaming
of roaming in faraway places,
of the night sky
all alone,
her fists closing on strangers’ stories;
 

Now, often,
she becomes a kite, the string lifts her and
she flies.
She feels that she bears a river inside her
her hair floating like water-weed,
she lies still and listens
to the upsurge of a river within her,
the water rises, rippling in circles,
legs, waist, arms ... and
she paints a blue bird on her navel ... 


And she never learns to belong
she never learns home.

 
They made an utter mistake
Her father and you!

17 comments:

Charleen said...

I love the nature imagery in your poem.

Brian Miller said...

yep, not a good thing to not give an anchor to that kite...it will be a restless spirit all its life, blowing here and there, enjoying the world...till it cant...smiles.

SueAnn Lommler said...

She bears a river inside of her.....
so sad and so well written
Hugs
SueAnn

Rene Foran said...

It is truly tragic to have no sense of belonging.
We all need to matter

deeps said...

nice poem for sure...
but the mistake part... well, i m not too sure...should a kite be always tied? i dont know :P

Dark Knight said...

Beautifully tragic poem. Having no sense of belonging can really suck!

gautami tripathy said...

This is SO good!!

I am truly amazed how that painting has taken us venturing into new paths...

paint me in many hues, not just black

Strummed Words said...

Lovely seeing her fly away in your imagination.

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful...

mindlovemisery said...

Your talent is tremendous, I am amazed by you

Anonymous said...

Love is The Best Discipline by Its Power ..The Love that is A Synthesis of Law and Freedom in its Serenity and Strength...

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"Love without Power ( of Strength , Wisdom: its Discipline ) is merely Sentimental , Anaemic and Collaterally and Colossally Destructive.." (Adapted Quote of Martin Luther King Jr.)

As for The Poem, Its an Issue of Being and Belonging in The Bond that should have been...Love should have been The Basis...

Ygraine said...

So moving and tear-jerking...I felt this in the depths of my heart. Truly I did.
Everyone needs to belong...
Hugs xxx

Theresa Milstein said...

This part is striking:

She feels that she bears a river inside her
her hair floating like water-weed,
she lies still and listens
to the upsurge of a river within her,
the water rises, rippling in circles,
legs, waist, arms ... and
she paints a blue bird on her navel ...

mani khanna said...

beautiful words and written in a lovely way..:)
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keep writing..:)

Adhi Das said...

Let man learn from his mistakes but the fact man never learns but repeats..somewhere echoes of pangs are felt that makes the mind like a kite..ur words paints a blue bird flying high spreading loveliness.. Baishali smiles:)God<3u

Rose said...

I love the way you write. It's so refreshing! ..her fists closing on strangers' stories ... so brilliant! Your imagery, wow, it leaves stark pictures that linger and your writing is so emotive it stays with me long after I have read your words :)

Tino said...

smooth, energetic and spicy :)