Women’s Studies

Women’s Studies

Women’s studies
By the women,
For the women,
Of the women,
Women
Understanding
Women,
Women for
Women.

Women’s agenda
And resolutions,
Women outlining,
Women discussing
And debating,
Women drafting,
Taking a note
Of the minutes
Of the meeting,
Reading
And confirming.

Women attending
Meets,
Conferences,
Workshops,
Seminars
With banners,
Placards,
Billboards,
Graffiti,
As resource persons,
Spokespersons,
Chairpersons.

Women as housewives not,
Business executives,
Media barons,
Bankers,
Pilots,
Administrators,
Judges,
Writers,
Journalists,
Publicity managers,
Fashionistas,
Socialites,
Beauticians.

Women in the goggles
Looking like some heroine,
Cine star
Driving cars,
Taking snaps
With her phone,
In the pants and shirt
And belt,
Smiling,
Doing ta-ta, bye-bye,
See you again,
As tourists,
Hoteliers,
Hostellers
Free and fair.

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Olden-day Papa

Olden-day Papa

Olden-day papa,
I mean strict disciplinarian dad,
English not,
Indian father,
Odd and old,
Out-moded and out-dated,
Conservative and orthodox,
Always ordering,
Always commanding father,
Maintaining age-gap,
Generation-gap
Old and conservative father,
Old-time papa,
Older dad,
Scolding, chiding
And rebuking
And the son fearing him most
The tight father,
The strict disciplinarian dad,
Where had you been,
What did you,
Always asking,
Always instructing
Father,
Tight and strict?

Do not sit with me,
Do not go with me,
Do not come along,
Do not talk with me
So much
As have grown,
Grown up,
Do not talk with me,
Do not move with me,
Do not sit with you,
You a young boy,
I an old man,
The ismic father talk I,
Discuss I in my poetry.

Olden-age papa,
Dad,
I mean father,
You cannot smile,
You cannot talk with him,
Cannot follow him,
A man so hard,
So strict and difficult
To deal with,
A strict disciplinarian
Always instructing
To go by rules and regulations,
Customary beliefs and traditions.

Olden-age papa,
Tight and tough papa,
Strict and hard papa,
I mean dad,
My dad,
Your dad,
Their dad,
Dad dad,
Papa, papa,
Indian papa,
Not English papa,
Tight and hard of heart
With nothing to be emotional,
Always trying to be didactic
And moralistic.

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A Cursed Paradise- Kashmir

A Cursed Paradise- Kashmir

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City of saints
Is mourning again
Dark shaded blood
Reflecting on leaves
Of chinar, in the graveyard
Of our dreams.

Our dreams sobbing
In the lacerating edges
Of barbarous razor wire.
Wars in every street
Is all we have,
bullets and stones
Are we crawling from
Murder of innocence
Is the title of lullabies
Mornings are heart wrenching
And nights are never-ending

Laps and bosoms
Carry an ocean of tears
Hearts and eyes
Are screaming untold stories
Mountains and skies
Are imbibing the cries
Every new born child
Is cursed in this lost paradise.

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Miss Selfie

Miss Selfie

Miss Selfie
Taking a selfie
Herself,
Just for
Her pleasure,
Just for
Her joy,
Sheer joy.

A photograph
Of hers
Or her liking
From her smartphone,
Webcam
To be posted
Via social media,
A photo of hers.

Miss Selfie
With a camera
And she taking
Photos
Just for her pleasure,
For her joy
A photo
Of herself
In different moods
Of hers.

None but she
With a camera
She going
Taking the photos herself
Or asking to take
A photo of hers,
Posing with others
Just for her sake,
Out of sheer joy
Whether you appreciate or not.

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On World Schizophrenia Day

On World Schizophrenia Day

On World Schizophrenia Day
Met I
A schizophrenic
Walking himself,
Talking himself
And going on the roads,
A schizophrenic
Going alone,
Living alone in his house
On World Schizophrenia Day.

A schizophrenic he was himself
Smiling,
Walking and talking to,
One in the rags and shabby
A mad man, an abnormal
He was going by,
One oblivious of date, time and year
Bearded and unkempt
The man in dirty clothes.

On World Schizophrenia Day
Met I,
Saw I him
Babbling and smiling
And thinking deeply
With the head on the hands
And he thinking and thinking deeply,
A schizophrenic bearded and unkempt.

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