My broken heart..

The heart is meant to be broken..
broken into small pieces
and then you mend it, put it back
using the tape to join things
it becomes a cellotaped mended heart
It becomes more mature, more knowing
but it still feels and is ready
to be broken all over again
into still smaller pieces.. and smaller

I carry my mended heart
its my pride, its who I am
Yes, I feel, I suffer and I am emotional
I care, I respect and I am who I am
my heart breaks too often
and I mend it too often
Sometimes with help of others
but mostly by myself

But its my heart and I am proud
for it's a broken one,
and it knows how that feels
and is ready to mend other hearts
and hopes that it doesnt break others
For a broken heart comes with
broken emotions and ache

I take my broken mended heart
and live feeling who I am still
without any masks..any pretence
maybe its not for this world
of practical structured feelers
maybe that's why it gets broken
but then..its my heart and unique
Let it be broken, for I am ready to mend it..

The little Green!!

All around me there are huge towers

where the light sparkles brightly 

with beautiful windows and great cars

that run fast on the dusty roads

All around me there are glass offices

and big, huge flyovers that never end

and then there shops and shops and shops

its a riot of colours, with grey stealing the show

All around me, there are people in lovely clothes

with great perfumes that smell heavenly

but once they come out the smell of dark garbage

envelopes them as it colours the surroundings

All around me, I miss a colour, a single colour

I miss the "Greens", the vibrant, beautiful green

a few are there outside the towers

and a few are there beside the glass offices

But the barren grey land misses them more than me

the life giving, the life saving, the essence of life

the beautiful mystical greens

that are the colour of life itself

All around me I see the destruction happening 

the greens are getting morphed to grey

someday when there is enough progress and no life

we may start missing the "Greens"!!

New Journeys..

Wanaka Tree- New Zealand

I look back at the year gone and pause..

so many questions, so many self doubts

they all start coming back softly

and I wonder how should I remember it?

As the remembrances pass through the memories

the days, hours, seconds and months gone by

I reflect on the journeys travelled

people met, footprints left and things learned

Slowly the doubts start going away 

and the smile starts flirting mischievously

but why should I measure it anyways

learning is never ending

I didnt become the perfect person

Infact still very much the imperfect me

but yes I learned, travelled and failed

I tried new things and new ideas

As I grow older another year,

and hear the soft breeze rustle pass

I want to express my gratitude to life

for accepting me as I am, the imperfect me

I want to apologize to all those I hurt

and feel blessed to have all those,who 

still believe in me as I am

I hope and try to be a better, but still just me..

I hope to learn more and travel more

to read more and meet more people

to grow more plants and to reduce my waste

and think more!! To another beautiful year!!

Being a "FEMINIST"

"You are a feminist" Those words should

evoke a sense of pride, acknowledgement

sadly they are used as an insult

insult to all people who dare say

something different, different to defined norms

"You won't celebrate karwa chauth"

what feminist bullshit, says one

"You wont cover your head up?"

tell this feminist nonsense to anybody else

feminism is/was/will be against the patriarchy

not against "Men" or "society": Please Note

and against patriarchy is a fight of ALL

it harms men in an equal measure if not more

Feminism is not a fight about RELIGION

for it fights against dogmas of all religion

Its NOT a fight of women, or by women

its where all in society participate against the unjust

its for liberation- thoughts,ideas and actions

its for women to speak, do and think

as desired not as per conformance

to the "designed" rules of the society, religion

Its for standing up for yourself,

claiming your rights and living as equals

which sadly our religions say is not so

but what if that line was erased?

what if that is something that god desired?

what if the holy book that I read

my interpretation told me so?

Feminism is something that is a cause

a cause to say a woman's life is NOT

about marriage, children and husband

its about HER, her choices

and if her choices are these only

then that is also a choice

its about a chance at equality

not for a privileged few, but

for EVERYBODY.

Its a way of thinking..

that I am proud of..

A Trip to chikmaglur

Chikmaglur..reflection of Banana Tress

When the light green leaves shines

as the droplets make them shiver

the unknown song starts to play

as the color green flows like river

Unripe green coffee beans

The dance of the rains in the monsoon

is like the unknown whispers

they tell a story known yet mysterious

they slip like sand through my fingers

Banana leaves in night

In darkness they glow like fireflies

young green against the black night

the forest celebrated the love of rain

the mountains breathe in the breathtaking sight.

Areca nut tress chikmaglur

Its Development

The breezy darkness of evening surrounded me

As I fight to write my feelings

feelings of anger, sadness and desperation

I lost a childhood friend

the friend who guided me, laughed with me

heard me out, when no one had time

who hugged me without any asks

and let me rest on it

The tree, my friend, my guide

It was cut today, for making parking space

I screamed out loud, "Its a murder"

They replied back smirking, "Its development"!

Only If..

 Only If

We gave peace a chance..

But why does it deserve anything?

Violence feeds fear, fear of everything

Fear where I don’t trust my neighbour

For caste, religion, sex, colour, eating habit

Fear that I need to be protected ..

Protected yes..but from who or whom?

From the corporations? Or individuals?

From the religious institutions or people of religion?

From the politicians or the rules themselves

From the evil or protectors? And who defines them?

Killing is never the answer, be it humans, nature or animals

Yet, even while we talk of peace

All we talk about is how to kill “those”

But we don’t define “those”

We take a blanket term and try to cover them all

While the poor peace silently walks away

And it is walking away faster now

Away from the noise and din of hatred

For it stands no chance of being heard

Above the sounds of passionate hate

For that is what we need protection against

Simply “HATRED”

For religion, caste, sex, and million other

Terms that we have tried to protect ourselves from

Only if..