The double standard
How revealing the modal is!
How glamorous she is!
My sister or my wife or my mother
Are not to be modals.
10.03.2001, pmdi
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Identity ensures sacrifice.
Once I sold my gold for my sister to wed.
I had a pride on it.
Now when my mother has given her hers
I am piqued by it.
My sister and I are liberated from the identity.
At my mother’s age I may emulate her.
How will be my son for his sister?
27.04.2001, Pmdi
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A painful passage
I wept and wept, endlessly wept,
Like of which I have never wept
Save at the time of my mother’s death,
While some sequences I read
Off the book ‘The Blind Assassin’
Of Ms Margaret Atwild, wherein
A little girl, by name, Griffen
Watches speechless the gaze of the mother,
Who is in sick bed, the little sister
Being away at play, quite unaware,
And the mother in her feeble voice
Beseeching her to take care of her sister,
To which she assuredly nods and weeps
At the impending end of her mother,
Without thinking who is there to take
Her own care or that what is in store.
I wept and wept, endlessly wept
As the two little sisters resembled
My two granddaughters, me their mother,
As though their mother is in death bed,
With fear of death looming over my head.
I wept and wept, recurrently wept
When I read, wrote and rewrote
The above passage many a time.
27.03.2001, Pmdi
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Death immortal
Wife or mother is felt as a lost asset
When we repent of them after they left.
The memory of death more prolonged
Than the memory of life that it purloined.
04.01.2001, pmdi
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Value declines in nearness.
The Taj Mahal to its gardener has no charm.
The idol to its priest has no awe.
A graceful wife to her husband has no lure.
Why must he be in search of a pretty wife?
21.03.2001, Pmdi
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Patriarchy rules
Woman loves her mother.
Her mother in law cannot match.
When both are no more,
It is the mother in law
That she remembers most
Identity impose such feelings
A proof of patriarchy.
08.01.2001, Pmdi
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Value is not constant.
I want to grow quickly.
Once grown, I loathe to.
I long for her like anything.
Once sidelined, I smudge.
The mother is no more
Dear when wife is near.
Don’t value the today,
Based on the yesterday.
Don’t value the tomorrow,
Based on the today.
16.05.2001, Pmdi
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Mother and wife
Mother by all is a giver.
Wife by all is a taker.
You regard more the latter
As she is your child’s mother.
Mother is the shell;
Wife is the endosperm
30.07.2001, Pkd
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I mock when others do.
Earning was glamorous; I laboured.
Spending was glamorous; I idled away.
Losing was glamorous; I gambled.
Loving was glamorous; I pursued.
Leaving was glamorous; I pined.
Each one of them is mocked at
By those when they aren’t involved..
08.06.2007
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My sister dont
My sister please dont cry
My sister dry your eyes
My sister don't end your life
My sister your not his wife
My sister he's cold as a snake
My sister he's just a fake
My sister everything will be better when you wake
My sister Ive seen the pills you take
My sister he's full of lies
My sister don't even try
My sister your the one everyone likes
My sister don't start a fight
My sister it ends tonight
My sister I need you, don't end your life
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To eat, not to be eaten
He wanted some time
to be away from his wife
so that he can have time
spent with some women.
He had a pleasant moment.
He never thought that
that much time at that time,
his wife was left free
for other men to be happy with.
Every one wants to eat
but not to be eaten.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
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Wife is well imprisoned
He was nice to me and my wife.
I cut ties with him as on my wife fell his eyes.
The other was nice to me and my wife.
I cut ties with him as on him fell my wife’s eyes.
If one’s wife is cute,
Better be away
.27.04.2001, Pmdi
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Mother only is taken for granted.
A mother can’t bear her son’s death
Even when it happens so late
A son wishes her mother’s death
When it is to delay too much.
Yet, posthumously he mourns for her loss;
In her only he sought his birth right shelter.
10.04.2001, Pmdi
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Woman’s pity
As a puppy is put to love the master
When she is brought from her mother,
Even so is the woman from her parents.
As a cow is free to follow the cowherd
When she is let out from the cowshed,
Even so is the housewife from her yard.
As a hen is set to ignore the cock
When she hatched her chicks,
Even so is the mother with her kids.
22.05.2001, Pmdi
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Snatching is deadly.
In the demise of your wife
Or in the elopement of your wife,
The result is same: you lose her.
Should she die, you lose her only.
Should she flee, you lose yourself:
your ego, your nerve and soul-
a matter of shame in out of form.
You can miss, can you get plundered?
The humiliation is graver than the loss.
A grudge for revenge stays.
24.03.2001, Pmdi
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Sex gives imputes
Men are nice to co women staff.
Men are nice to women heads too.
A cute wife earns you many pals.
A visit with wife brings results.
Boys and girls, mixed, do well.
Sex is pivotal for the societal march.
19.04.2001, pmdi
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Loving wife is lasting companion
A man depends on his woman.
A biological fact, you can’t disown.
Your hold on your brother or son
Will necessarily wean away soon.
Wife is the eventual companion
14.01.2001, pmdi
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Women hanker in sublimate.
Your mother, sister, wife, daughter
Can constantly hanker after
Krishna, a male deity,
A nonliving entity,
In their amorous sonnets.
Mind, Krishna is their sublimate.
Otherwise, you Hindus are furious.
05.12.2001, Pakd
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Sans woman, man will hang.
Hell is not far to seek
but is right here at your beak
for you to experience
when you lack
a protective mother,
an assuring wife,
a supportive sister,
a promising daughter,
or any woman of that sort.
Coz you are a pepper vine.
Woman is a stake.
Without a stake, you’ll hang?
23.12.2000, Pmdi`
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Rednecks unite!
My father is my brother
My sister, with three ears,
Is his significant other.
My sister is my mother
And somehow, also my brother
My father's father am I
The vile thought makes me shudder.
Grandma was a mule,
Grandfather's sperm, she used as fuel
A french aristrocrat,
Made love to my mother, for he prefered his women fat
A letter written for my eyes
Containing news of demine
Said my true mother was some other
And my father, not her brother.
Jubilant and joyous,
My wife is what used to by my sister.. Or brother?
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Lies
To my mother that I love my wife dearer,
And to my wife that I have crush for another,
I can’t confess and hence hide them and lie.
Everyone lies. Everywhere lays lie.
03.10.2000, Pmdi
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