NEXT TO THE
CREATOR
While the moon sits just under the clouds
and chilly wind rocks the trees,
swaying to the flow of some splendid
melody
hidden within the pounding percussion of
hearts
he and she both having vowed to be
together
a sacrament for life, in the real sense
each hunt
treasure in the other, fervent,
in the
oldest game on earth,
at the end
of which she hides it within herself
while he
remains a slice of the pleasure
around the
enchanting curve of her spine
gobbling
every pleat of her body.
She
willfully trains her mind and body
to seek pleasure in pains, in all
intensity,
considers it as her absolute chunk,
prepares to shed pride in her pretty
build
the size and shape of it till then she
fostered,
processes her blood to turn into white,
gives up sleep while others eschew hatred
and truly her sacrifices get rewarded
having placed next to the Creator.
BEING A WOMAN
In
quiescence I preach;
I take
pride being a woman,
would like
to look feminine
with sweet
shyness and blushing cheeks,
yet blanket
my feminine trails
like the
‘touch-me-not’ leaves
annoying
compliments don’t enslave me.
Melanin in
skin decides one’s attributes
soft rhythm
in trots accentuates traits
my body is
a temple of nurturing powers
none
assigned with rights to relegate it.
I wish to
admit my mistakes,
to show my
strength through it and grow,
not a
weakness it is, I counter,
Don’t take for
granted, or brand me timid.
I want to
be everything,
nothing at
all at the same time
be smart,
but not appear smarter than you
in your
guess precisely, not to hurt your ego,
maintain
peace between us is my motto
as we
travel together between life and death.
I want to
be independent,
be on my
own to boost my confidence,
not that I
do not need you,
you can be
the shade I embrace to be in light
like the
maple leaves to the butterflies in rain.
We are
different, but no discrimination
mutually
reliant we are, none superior.
You and I
are fed with the same milk
both at
birth, and after death too.
*AGNI
PAREEKSHA
Time slips
by and I get digressed at times
putting
down my thoughts then and there
or
attaining my plans as charted
with your
silly conduct
outwardly
innocuous, but conscious
but it
never affects those inscribed in my brain
and I
believe, swear and reaffirm
it gives me
a firm grip on the sands of time
makes me
more balanced, matured and perfect
for which I
should thank you.
Robbing of
riches can be easy
invisible
wealth of words, not.
Like a
bouncing ball
the more
you suppress,
with more
power I bounce back.
Energy that
drains out in my body
gets
crowded in my heart and soul
and it
multiplies with every smudge of abuse.
Like malleable
metals hardened by heat
your trials
by fire only make me tough.
And I want
you to realize:
What I
strive for is what I am slated for.
* Agni Pareeksha=Trial by fire
K. Pankajam, Dy. Manager/Finance (Retd.), BHEL, is a
bilingual poet and novelist, writing in English and Malayalam. She has eighteen books to her credit,
including ten poetry collections, one of them translated into French. She is one of the editors of the journal
‘Teesta Review’. Her articles, poems,
book reviews/papers have been published widely and anthologized. Her poetry has
been discussed in detail in the book ‘Femininity-Poetic Endeavours’. She is the
recipient of Oriental Poetry Award 2016, Rabindranath Tagore Award for Poetry
International 2017 and 2018, Poiesis Award for Short Stories International
2017, 2018 and 2019 and Shree Atal Behari Vajpayee Award 2019. She has also been conferred the Rock Pebbles
National Poetry Award 2019 that she will receive at the Rock Pebbles Poetry Fest
on 07 April, 2019 at Bhubaneswar, India.
How pragmatic Pankajam is, when she sumps up the entire man-woman discourse in an objective perspective, as under:
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mutually reliant we are, none superior.
You and I are fed with the same milk
both at birth, and after death too."