Firebrand

She was anything but the quintessence of her gender

Her radical thoughts made her a formidable contender

Her opinions she could not secrete

Her actions never discreet

No wonder, they called her the fender-bender.

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I am no Atlas

I may seem self sufficient

I may look strong

I may multi – task

I may work hard and long

But I do get tired

My poor feet hurt too

Sometimes it’s difficult

Most times I have no clue

Yet I plod on doggedly

Though I may be hurting inside

I try to be outrageous

But I am a bewildered child

You may find me cheap

So I lock away all feelings

Because I so want this world to think

I am so, so stunning

And then one day realisation dawns

I may try my best to please all

My every step is noted

Everyone’s waiting for my fall

This enrages me so much

That I refuse to break

I decide to live my life

As I envisage

No more toeing lines

No more capitulation

If I can’t live on my terms

You can hug your damnation

Now you may think of me

As a case gone all wrong

I do things on my terms

For this alone I was born

Don’t burden me with social mores

And unrealistic expectations

I am a wild, wildflower

Not greenhouse carnation

I can survive in this big, bad world

Without your advice though

Yes, I am fragile yet tensile

But I am no Atlas, you know!

Post War

All’s quiet on the front
As he lay in the trench
All dusty and muddy
Watching the dying embers of the sun
His crackling radio comes to life
Informing a truce has been declared
With a whoop of joy and
A jaunty toss of his head
He springs up to reach the base.
He knows there will be an epistle waiting for him
As he reads it over and over again
He can see her typing feverishly
On her old rickety typewriter
Crafting her epistle with the beats of her heart
Her dark eyes glittering with unshed tears
And he knows that all this while she was
Wondering what justice is served
By any war?

Refereeing

They look at each other

With all the venom they can summon

Hurling accusations like torpedoes

I warily look up from my book

Wondering if intervention was required

Loath to leave my hero mid action

The decibles go up

A door slams, a chair scrapes

And just as my hero is about to discover the murder weapon

I hear a wail

I jump out of my skin

Angrily I barge into their room

And it’s a free for all nite

They are punching, kicking

Pulling hair and biting

Screaming at the top of their voices

None ready to back down

My loud bark is ineffective

I have to physically wrest them apart

Panting heavily they direct their angst at me

Accusing me of being biased

Suddenly I become the villain of the piece

Reasoning loses its reason

They are in no mood to reconcile

The younger one tearfully blaming me for siding with the elder

The elder one sullenly says I am always soft with the younger

Exasperated I send them to separate rooms

The referee retiring hurt to her sanctum

No longer interested in her fictional hero

As I sit there ruminating

Where I had gone wrong in parenting

I hear soft whispers

I tiptoe out of my room

They are together in their room suppressing giggles

With a deep sigh of relief

I put the kettle on

Time for me to go back to my hero.

Critical Romance (revisited)

(The first line of this poem is critical and the second romantic.)

I curse the day I said yes to you,

Why couldn’t it have been sooner my beau!

Your mom and sis are imports from hell

If hell is here, heaven should be here as well!

I am sick and tired of your defiance

Honey, what would I be without this alliance!

How do you think we will manage with your income meagre

My love, to sacrifice for you I am always eager!

Your hirsute body is akin to an ape

No matter dear, I do admire the body’s shape!

Your beard prickles like a porcupine,

Darling, will you rub your face down my spine?

Your breath reeks of alcohol today

Did you miss me while I was away?

I can go on and on about your shortcomings

Which are overshadowed by your nature so loving

You are the inspiration for this third class verse,

My love for you colours my vision for better or worse!