promise

the sun owes none
no promises made 
only a bright light 
that pulls me to him 
i get too close
and my flesh burns
my heart shrinks
from his cruel heat
so bright 
i try to hold it close 
the stench of smoke
of a burning past
no promises made
and fewer kept
yet i lie awake and wait for you 
one day you'll see my fire small 
that burns one way, all day
and only for you...

-Reena
sometime in 2011

Don't know where this comes from but it writes itself...some days! A song (ab to hai tumse har khushi apni...) about being in love with a famous yet angry man, some lyrics, a book, a story, a reverie anything can set off these words that must find a way...

fire

A tiny piece of heaven
Unbeknownst we were given
And when the stars align
Gather up their shine
This world is lit, alive
My best and yours, we thrive
Don't turn, why won't you stay?
For even heavens they waste away
Perhaps I ask too much
Too many fences keep us
Wrapped in a world of binds
We pretend but inexorable & blind
Ephemeral as a bird's sweet song
You ask if we even belong
Yes we do, this is ours -- meant to be!
Here! take these eyes! don't you see?


-reena

Nov 11, 2013

golden

A few new curves that life did throw we caught with some aplomb
Who really knows what the future holds but we'll keep walking on
Sometimes we'll stumble sometimes we'll fall
Sometimes so bruised and burnt
I'll keep your hand in mine, mine tight with yours
For all the years that tread lines in us
we hum as one in this long chorus!

Our stories have been many we've never tired never told
How I tell them is mine to keep
Yours may come out different even set to the same tune
I hear yours and they rhyme with mine
Tales flow like eternal songs

They are ours yet have been here forever
That's how we know they ring true because they echo
All those who've loved like us, lived with gratitude 
Their panache and passion left footprints we've seen.

So let's grieve and let the tears come if they must
Let me be here for a while, I'll sit by you
You by me and let it pass...

passage

Oct 1st 2013: Anurag's Dad passed away

Oct 3rd

Mira: ....[talking incessantly about her beloved Dadaji's passing this morning] ...hmmm...what happens when we die, Mommy?

[Context: We are not religious -- actually we are atheists -- and so we don't have explanations about God and heaven that we can offer... did wonder this morning if that would be easier, actually]

Me: Well life just ends!  Actually the world ends -- for the person who dies. There is no more world. There is a saying "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" so the body just disintegrates and disappears and becomes part of the dust, and earth and the universe again which, is where we come from, are part of anyway.

Mira: Oh! So Dadaji is now in the rain, in the stars...

Me: ... in everything.  Yes - exactly, ...we come from that and go back to that...we are a part of the Universe.

2 DAYS LATER...

[While I am driving Mira to school]

Mira: That means we are breathing dead people too! EWWWW...

:-)

whisper

a small thankfulness spreads all over me
some days they weigh so heavy
i let it engulf me, surrender without voice
a quiet gratitude that settles me, rejuvenates...

nobody

my story so familiar, so utterly common place
the cries, the weeping, the wailing for my dead
all the homes i know reek with echoes of such pain
for those mutilated, raped, and dishonored and bled

rude history swept in and flooded my home
chased my dreams away while i stood small and dumb
i ran for my children, left all that i knew
a home, vain comforts, a lifetime rendered numb

wise ones exhorted us women "choose honor over life!"
heavy familial burdens bestowed on us to take
rooms of charred bodies, honorable heaps in the well
they never thought to ask whose choice was it to make

told us a dear new freedom was headed our way
but forgot in those slogans my name and my face
as i was being banished, being compelled to 'choose'
festivities marked the tryst with destiny's famed day

they said it was 'azaadi' for a 'svatantara' new land
demands just sacrifice from all, it was claimed
yet apparently when they came gouging for that rent
our heads were bartered for lines in political sands

a foreign lawyer who'd never set foot on my soil
inked new lines, lit them up and it was declared
clean cartographies created, summarily announced
ancestral homes, generations, lives? simply exchange!

books decoded new lines that severed all old ties
without asking me once how my own life was hacked
this "partition" was explained in historians' thesis
my truth came up trivial compared to those tracts

yet do you see those ties still shackle me today
the nightmares stay close, like wearying next of kin
every year you celebrate freedom -- yet i still burn
the wounds seethe and breathe just under my skin

i rebirthed you countless times, fenced every fear at bay
now will you ease my torment from this vicious history?
will you free my tale from mere domestic rants and tears?
do save your pity but not for me; acknowledge my story

don't let me leave here yet, unheard and unsung
expose unto sunlight my darkness, scars and guilt
don't choose to walk on by unmoved, unchanged
or history she'll come knocking, reigniting every sin!

--reena
august 15th 2013
...for my grandmother - and countless ones like her - who were forced to flee...and others who couldn't!


azaadi = independence/freedom in Urdu
svatantara (स्वतंत्र) = independent/free in Hindi

when she comes

sometimes she comes and perches on my shoulder

uninvited, demanding, screeching like a cloud

pushing my head down, making me hesitant on every move

making me hurt, easy to tears, inexplicable

unexpected this arrival, all her visits 

it's me and it is not really me

she comes and alights with no permission

she take me by storm, it is my invasion

i cover her, i push her, i try not to see her

i cannot even like her but i must forgive her 

all i feel is a helplessness, a loneliness i can't fathom

a breathless hold that's not mine but all mine

there is no reason for this but grief isn't fair

i am but an outcome of an existence that was given

perhaps i should embrace her and hold her as mine

and maybe if i hold tight i will stop her from hurting...


-reena
sometime 2013... i forget the date. she made me.