Poetry
मैं अलग हूँ, कैसे? तुमने पूछा | मैंने तुम्हें लौटाया, खाली हाथ, बैरंग, छूछा | मेरा प्रेम बद्ध…
I look at you, a warm embrace, with arms, eyes, mind, heart and soul. You look at me, eyes…
Boys standing up to their fathers are invitations to patriarchy When boys become men it is marked by celebratory loud…
i want to 377 you so bad till even the sheets hurt i want to ache your knees singe your…
Note: Travelling is a poem by Eunice de Souza. I find it impossible to read a poem without layering it…
There it was the road I was looking for, / Where I walked in my night dress / under the morning sun, / with no sleeves and no legs / with no bra and no shame.
“Large will not fit you.” / She is scoping me, up and down, eyes / Flicking fast and darting away / From the roundness of my breasts / To the happy jiggle of my thighs.
I began to see Marriage / in Appa’s weathered hands, / smell Marriage / in the tea he brewed…
Amrita Pritam’s legacy for women and subsequent generations is to intentionally challenge status quo, trying to use art to challenge accepted taboos and redefine them. Be fearless, unabashed and courageous in the face of crude censorship and charges of obscenity, of raising and using your voice to speak as you see the world – not in the manner that the world expects you to speak.
In an e-mail conversation with TARSHI, Alok Vaid-Menon talks about both performativity and poetic performance.
घर के काम-काज से
निपट कर
औरतें
दोपहर में
शायद यही बातें करती होंगी
You held my hand, we hugged each other / I was lost in your love, wanting to go further