In cars and buses and between work
pieces of poems come to mind and
turn away confused just like
My body is
confused
from the hands that grope it
and the mouths that touch it
and the legs that caress it
everyday with everyone I meet
in bits and pieces of my conversation with them
when the body is mine alone and no one
has a right over anyone else's
and with it,
I don't know what is mine
and what I love
Who I can call my own?
and how to make room for a hand I want on me
and how to value a hug anymore
or a kiss anymore
because of you
And I don't know how to turn these hands and mouths away
and how away do I keep
to avoid them
or be respected.
3 comments:
The first thing that I like very much is the economy of words. Secondly, its very palpable that these writings are very personal. The confessional poetry of Sylvia Plath comes to the mind. And a great parallel between fragmented words and the human body which has been touched with a malicious intent which leaves one feeling disjointed. What truly is tragic is that the experiences you've had have left you (or had left you) feeling confused. Everyone wants to be embraced and kissed passionately but there has to be something pure behind it all, and you missed that. Or at least became very suspicious. Beautifully written.
The first thing that I like very much is the economy of words. Secondly, its very palpable that these writings are very personal. The confessional poetry of Sylvia Plath comes to the mind. And a great parallel between fragmented words and the human body which has been touched with a malicious intent which leaves one feeling disjointed. What truly is tragic is that the experiences you've had have left you (or had left you) feeling confused. Everyone wants to be embraced and kissed passionately but there has to be something pure behind it all, and you missed that. Or at least became very suspicious. Beautifully written.
Hello my dear Nishant! Firstly, my apologies for a very delayed response. Secondly, I thankyou for such a thoughtful and analytical description of your thoughts as a literature student as well as through the lens of any general reader going through someone's personal expression. Thanks for the flattering parallels you have drawn to some other writers' works, which I shall look into sometime soon and know little about yet, being mostly an art student who hasn't been educated in writing, professionally or the works of famous writers, yet. Thirdly, thankyou for understanding some of the emotion and helplessness I was trying to convey through this piece, and appreciating it, or some other such works. It is a great healer to have people merely relate or understand something you are alone in experiencing, though I'm never trying to claim what I write about is necessarily my own experience.:) Yes, the work is personal though, and coming merely from simple experience (real or imagined) without any frills,and I'm glad you appreciate that. Thanks for encouraging me to continue writing from the heart. I hope you follow more of my work to know me better, and we continue exchanging thoughts on each other's creative outputs. :) Lots of love!
Post a Comment