Monday, 27 April 2015

My First Book of Poetry : Ink On Water

(C) Shubhrata Prakash
Releasing on May 10, 2015 at Ahmedabad Management Association, Ahmedabad.

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

The Sea

(c) Shubhrata Prakash

They say I am the sea
I get pulled by my father, the Sun
I get pulled by my lover, the Moon
I keep oscillating between the two.
They say I have no will of my own.
They say that’s the law of nature.
I can never be free.
I shall always be bound by the Sun and Moon
The churning rod in my own churning
Between the two loves of my life.

They say I am the sea
Always fickle, always whimsical
Always even hormonal
Sometimes I wax
Sometimes I wane
Am I really sane?
They say I don’t know my own mind
They say I can’t be left alone
That is why I am kept chained
To all my sea sisters
All kept linked together
Bound by the Sun and the Moon.
Of course, they are men.
They know their minds.
They know how to keep waves of women under control
Waves of infinite water….some of it even our briny tears
We - the sisterhood of the seas.

They say I am the sea
Okay that’s what I am.
But have they forgotten my depths?
Have they succeeded in binding me?
Can they ever capture my fist in theirs?
Ha..ha..ha..all they will have is sand
They can have some shells too
Crabs maybe?
But they can never have me.
My father and my lover may try to keep me in check
But when we sisters turn to our Mother Earth
She cannot see our plight
She quakes with anger and cries tears of lava
Can you quell the curse of a mother ?
A mother gives her daughters so much power
That the energy scares all men.
Free of the Sun, free of the Moon
The sisters rise in rebellion
The sister seas rise so high that no man can control them
For they all run for their lives
To escape the tsunami of waves of our anger.
And when the anger dissipates
Man rues the day
When he called woman the sea

Ye men
Who think they control the seas
Through men like themselves
The Sun and the Moon
Never ye forget
That there’s Mother Earth too
Who sets her daughters free
So, when ye go mad with thy powers
Think of the Earth
And her free daughters.

(c) Shubhrata Prakash

(From "Ink On Water"......coming soon)

Monday, 20 April 2015

The River

The River

(c) Shubhrata Prakash

I am not a river
Bound by the corsets of muddy, sandy banks

I am not a river
Forced and confined to stay within the flanks

I am not a river
Admired in my babyhood for sprouting out of the earth’s womb

I am not a river
Fulfilling romantic fantasies when I fall in a spray like fresh blooms

I am not a river
People lusting after my youthful curves winding along valleys

I am not a river
When mature giving water, power– people their needs daily

I am not a river
When ripe just used by men for breeding

I am not a river
Trout and hilsa and rohu; and for crop feeding

I am not a river
Used and exploited; often bound and dammed

I am not a river
Often dirtied with garbage and sewage and shamed

I am not a river
Weighed down with bridges, tanks, steel; and with fear I shudder

I am not a river
My heart speared with boat oars and ruthless mechanical rudders

I am not a river
A burning place for rotting human flesh and even waste molasses

I am not a river
Where my lungs and breath are choked with consuming pyres’ ashes

I am not a river
Which is admired in youth and exploited in maturity

I am not a river
In old age distributed and thrown into the sea in obscurity


I am not a river
I am a real woman

Yet why do I feel that
Our lives seem so common?

Everything a river faces, mostly I too face
So am I too a river, though a different race?


(c) Shubhrata Prakash

(From "Ink On Water".....coming soon)