…because
words spill the ardor –
why, I’m told,
words could never contain the
vast unspokens of bonding,
the deep-down zig-zag crossings –
frequently,
words are blind-sided by the
innocent hope
of visions that come riding
the crescents of sleep –
… and they could scarcely
bear the weight of
the fragile songs of
secretly stolen hearts –
even though
they like to roll the rippling
blues, have words any stomach
for longing…
that belonging
the ocean feels
to the salty sky?
can words, airy,
pretty,
kitschy,
wrap
a blue moon night…
an unasked ‘why’?
… and if you have come to this point, please take another moment and read through this other post, on the Delhi gangrape, on Delhibaroque.wordpress.com… http://bit.ly/YeURAn.
Thanks!
This a well needed reminder of loveliness, MJ…
My heart goes out to these women who’ve suffered and died in silence.
Change must come to all of India, with women respected as equals.
e
Thank you for your kindness and understanding. The modern urban Indian woman is aware of her rights, and so, we now have the educated urban women demanding for equal opportunities for women at large. Disparities are too great in our country, but change is inevitable.
In Indonesia the disparity could still be felt though not too flashy, but violence against women have a fairly high percentage.
my deep sympathy to the woman.
Much love,
mei
Violence against women is a global phenomenon, Mei. War, rapes, abuse… women suffer, as wives, mothers, even as young girls. But, it’s a process, and women are starting to win.
Violence against women is a global phenomenon, Mei. War, rapes, abuse… women suffer, as wives, mothers, even as young girls. But, it’s a process, and women are starting to win.
Seems to me like your words can Mj. They wrap around our hearts and make us see. Thank you.