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Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla (Diaspora Dual Identities)

Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla

Paper Tiger

 

Don’t hug me too tight saudade                               

you dance to the aromas of the mango chutney,

like a gypsy woman

sangria-coloured salvation.

It has taken me half a lifetime

to accept the truth,

a home abridged with bereft voices

solemn as if it never existed.

How does one make believe history?

when it sits like a mynah,

every day on your window sill

singing songs of yore.

In another life I will be a bird

a one-legged crane,

flying across man-made borders

to my village of Manjhu.

I have blood on my hands saudade                                                                                  

crimson stains on my restless soul

crucifying the cursed fate

You the dervish

spinning like a wooden top

I the seeker taming the inner paper tiger.

 

Unifier

 

Somewhere far over the gleaming horizon

a star is pinned in the clouds above

where earth and skies merge as one

carrying reflections of each other.

 

Who paints the dividing line in charcoal grey?

the one who gives wings to birds flying home.

The songs of the boatman

echoes with the radiance of waters of the Ganga

breaking the silence of early dusk.

He sings in a language I cannot decipher,

my migrant heart is brimming over

it speaks of a love that is rancid

those supposed spring times withered into winter

like leaf-shedding of our bodies,

leaf by leaf,

little by little

memories disown you

or you them.

 

Who guides the Aghori up the steep slopes of Panchgani?

the one who gives us the breath of life

I stop to process the beauty around me

its efficacy crystallizes

in the crescent of the moon.

 

Love Spell

 

Burn brightly,

Upend your fragile heart’s contents,

run far away into jade wilderness

tatoo your lover’s name in Kreol or Korean if you please,

someone once told me

if you ever fall in transcendent love

you must be fierce,

feisty,

fawn, like the trusting shade of brown

of the love that makes you weep

not languish in vain

for the risk of love is loss.

 

Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla is an award-winning poet, translator, healer and French teacher from Mumbai. Her poems are featured in the anthology Modern English Poetry by Younger Indians published by Sahitya Akademi, Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English and The Kali Project. She is the author of three poetry collections – Borders and Broken Hearts, shortlisted for the PVLF Author Excellence Awards 2023 . Invisible Eye longlisted for Cochin Lit Fest Poetry Prize 2018, and The Empress winner of the 2018 US National Poetry Contest by R├жd Leaf Foundation for Poetry & Allied Arts. She is the author of ‘Healing Elixir’ The Hawakal Handbook of Angel Therapy, Numerology & Remedies. She is recipient of the Rahi Kadam Inspiration Award 2021.

Romancing with Words

Review by Susheel Gajwani


Borders and Broken Hearts 
Genre: Poetry
Author: Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla
Publisher: Haoajan Publishers
Year of Publication: 2023
Language: English, Sindhi
ISBN: 978-81-957534-0-6
Pp: 107, hardcover
Price: ₹ 300 INR


“Occasionally I feel like an island
an unnoticed speck
a lost postcard
with no address,
sitting in the Post Office
with a stamp reading ’Undivided India’.


Suhseel Gajwani
This stanza from the poem, Leaving Sindh, encapsulates Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla’s commendable anthology, ‘Borders and Broken Hearts.’
In the other poem, Sindh, she brings in the aura of Sachal.

‘’He (Sachal) comes alive in the folktales
Of Moomal Rano
sung by Amma sitting on a charpoy,
smoking ferociously from a brass hookah
She’s ninety-four now,
quilting an Ajrak mattress
inherited from the ancestors
of her ancestors
umbilically connected 
to the land and its people
Sindh, the land of Sufi saints………’’
The ninety-four-year old Amma here in the poem evokes nostalgia. She is the Amma every Sindhi has had in the family. A yearning for the past, a wistful longing of the unknown.
That’s what Partition does to you. 
 
Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla's fourth anthology of poems, so aptly entitled, ''Borders and Broken Hearts'', are the poems of parting & partition.
 The poems lift you to a rapturous world of joy and sorrow.
And your heart sings along as Gayatri swishes her magic wand of words that strike a chord within you.
For instance, the poem 'Terminal'-
''The valley of moonflowers will entice you across the barbed wire''
'The words resonate again and again,
How does one switch off the little voice?'
Its translation in Sindhi, Aakhri Haalat, is so much in sync with the poet's vision,
'' Gulaab ji ghaati-a mein taar mein phaasi na vanjeen
Akhar kannann mein gunjan pya
Keean andar jo awaaz bund kaje?''

Form, metre, rhyme, scansion, in a poem, can only accentuate a thought, a feeling of being. 
Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla has a grasp over the nuances of words. She knows words have power, that poetry can be soothing, poetry can be nourishing for the soul.
Her poem, 'Journey,' hums to the beat of the glistening rain:
''...my hands weary, mud-crack like
touch the leaves of the Tree of Life
they sing, they sing
the enchanted tale of the blue-skinned God.''
But what is equally fascinating is its translation in Sindhi that keeps up the sentiment of the original English poem. 
'' Barsaat ji rimjhim mein,
Mitti-a jahdaa munhinjaa sukaayal hatha,
Zindagi-a jo vannu chhuhee varto aa,
Hu gungunain tha
Jhulelal ji kahani.....''
When your heart gleams on reading a poem, when the stars shine on reading a poem, and you stay in the poem's afterglow, that's the mark of a sparkling poem.  It might be the woman you loved but never got to express, and are still in love. That's Gayatri's poetry.
A good poem stays with you, a memory of the words, images, feelings, or ideas nudge you days later. 
In ‘Folktales,’ just feel the rhythm in her poem,
Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla
“Satan is a sorcerer.
Apostrophe is a moment of reflection
Before stealing someone’s land
                         someone’s wife
                        someone’s dreams 
Period is the yarn of time
And also a full stop.”
Gayatri’s magic wand of words is breathtaking. Apostrophe is a moment of reflection, really.
I like Gayatri's poems as each poem has a story to tell, with fascinating words or words that jingle and dance.
'12 Gulmohar Cross Road' talks about her growing up years. A cloud of absence looming over her now fragmented house, her words bring the place alive in your mind,
'' the rooms were dressed with dust-covered bed sheets
and I inhaled a thousand street noises from the east facing balcony,
conversations flew to me like the fragile winged butterflies
bringing a chest of memories and a guest called melancholy.......
Everything comes back to you.''
The poet takes you by surprise by vividly describing her beloved abode and says with finality,
'' Everything comes back to you.''
No wonder, poets are philosophers, psychologists and healers.
Intimate Poetry is perhaps not easy to write and create the kind of silken magic that a poet may have in mind.
Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla writes Intimate Poetry with such swagger and panache that you go along with the rhythmic flow of the sensuous imagery she creates with deft build-up of a dreamy ambience. 
Romancing with Words, dear Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla.
Have a look.
'Je ne sais quoi' has a distinctive grace that is so stylishly Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla. 
''I smelled your cigarette smoke much before I saw you. 
Am I as missed as you?
Do you remember the wetness of that day that's seeped into our bodies, our souls, our lives forever.'
As a filmmaker, I find Gayatri's, 'Borders and Broken Hearts,' a celebration of lilting sounds and alluring imagery. 
What a terrific work, translating these beautiful, yet demanding poems, into Sindhi.
Take a bow, Shobha Lalchandani,  Barkha Khushalani & Rekha Sachdev Pohani.
Thank you, Gayatri, for taking us on a delightful, sentimental, rollercoaster ride through your poems of parting and partition.
May the Borders and Broken Hearts be healed.
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Bio: Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla is an award-winning poet, translator, healer and French teacher from Mumbai. She is the author of three poetry collections – Borders and Broken Hearts, shortlisted for the PVLF Author Excellence Awards 2023, Invisible Eye long listed for Cochin Lit Fest Poetry Prize 2018 and The Empress’ Winner –II of the 2018 US National Poetry Contest by R├жd Leaf Foundation for Poetry Allied Arts. Accolades for her poetry include a special mention award in the Architectural Poetry Annual Competition 2020, the Panorama Special Jury Award, being shortlisted by Asia Pacific Writers and Translators. Her translated Sindhi poem ‘Safar’ won the first prize at the Kavya Kaumudi International Poetry Award. She is recipient of the Rahi Kadam Inspiration Award 2021. She is the author of ‘Healing Elixir’ The Hawakal Handbook of Angel Therapy, Numerology & Remedies.


Bio: Susheel Gajwani 
An eminent filmmaker and television producer, Susheel Gajwani has just completed his fourteenth feature film. A Sindhi feature film called, 'Aakhreen Train - The Last Train', based on a unique story by the legendary Sindhi Writer Shri Thakur Chawla.  A Mumbai University postgraduate in Human Resources, and a Doordarshan Producer for nine years, Susheel Gajwani headed Money Satellite Television Channel, an exclusive Business Television Channel, as its Founder-Vice-President.
Money Television was India’s first Business Television Channel. 


Susheel Gajwani
Filmmaker, Author
susheelbajomalgajwani@gmail.com

Heart Musings, Symbolism in Poetry & Astrology

Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla

It all started with the word ‘inward eye’ in William Wordsworth’s poem ‘Daffodils’, as a child I was curious about the word and intrigued by the journey I took much later to comprehend how insightful it was. ‘Inward eye’ as my English teacher Jessey Mam explained was the ‘inward mind’ the state of mind that the poet recreates and revisits in his head. I look back and believe the eye of the soul, as I would like to call it is the reason I was drawn to mysticism and the world of the unknown. A place, an heirloom, a memory or something I kept visiting or rather seeked for in my mind. The words of the renounced Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst Carl Gustav Jung stay with me always,

‘Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams, who looks inside awakes’. I grew to believe that one must listen to your heart and what it has to say, call it the inner voice or intuition you must not ignore the conversation that occurs inside.

How does one connect with oneself? Is it simpler than conversing with others? Do you indulge in white lies once in a while? These are some of the frequent questions which arise when we try to navigate the journey of understanding self. The simplest way to connect with self is to express your feelings on paper or have a conversation with self. There is an initial hesitation but once that hurdle is crossed there is clarity of thinking. Some tools one can use is journal writing, sketching and taking a walk in nature. Once your inner process is awakened your true self is aligned with your mind, body and soul at a higher vibration.

I embarked on this journey of astrology and spirituality with a tea cup reading workshop opening the doors to the world of symbols. Symbols are objects, images, a person or situation that suggest deeper meaning. Symbols are used in art and literature to enhance the fabric of creative communication. Some of the natural symbols used are winter which indicates death, a bird stands for freedom and lilies indicate purity. Symbolism was a movement that took place in art and literature. It originated in the late nineteen century in France and Belgium. The symbolist movement refers to a group of French writers of the late nineteen century Charles Baudelaire, Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Valery and Mallarme to name a few who used symbolism to enhance their poetry.

 

“The Chair, she sat in, like a

burnished throne/Glowed on

the marble, where the glass/

Held up by standards wrought

with fruited vines”

 

T.S. Eliot’s poem ‘The Waste Land’ is peppered with symbols, the following lines disclose there is a disconnect between the modern world and nature. There is an undercurrent recurring theme of displacement and fractured identity where the people are unable to connect with the world that they live in.

The beginning of the Symbolism movement commenced with Charles Baudelaire’s poem ‘Fleurs du Mal’( Flowers of Evil) in 1857. His poetry is based on the Theory of Correspondence emphasizing that everything, form, number, movement, colour , perfume in the real world is reciprocal, converse, correspondent.

The theory throws light on the fact that there are systematic analogies between the human mind and the outer world, between the spiritual and natural worlds. The symbolist writers encapsulated such analogies comparing the psychic mind of people and man-made objects around them. The symbolist poets used numerous symbols in a single poem to convey the essence of the thought behind the poem. For me, I see symbols as a technique to fabricate my poetry, knitting hidden meanings into the mesh of words. Something you want to say without saying it directly, giving the reader many ways to explore and interpret it in a deeper sense. The journey that the reader takes in his mind while he reads the poem is both mysterious and intriguing. It’s a journey of self-discovery as every poem touches every reader at a different level stirring an emotional chord at varied depths. For someone an owl tattoo represents mystery and magic others would look at it as death. This surreal and magical travel taken is braided with symbols that guide in mapping their thinking patterns.

Tasseography or Tasseomancy is the art of Tea leaf reading. Tea leaves became popular in the 17th century when the West Dutch Indies merchants introduced tea from the orient. This art can be traced back to the Ancient Greeks. The word Tasseography is derived from the French word ‘tasse’ which means ‘cup or ‘glass’. It is an ancient form of fortune telling by reading the tea leaves. Tasseography is largely dependent on physic intuition. This practice imbibes interpreting and identifying symbols found in the tea leaves.

Things required

-Tea leaves (the best is the Chinese tea or green tea alternatively Indian tea leaves works well as well)

-A white teacup

- A saucer

-Hot water

Procedure:

Brew the tea in hot water, do not add milk nor lemon. The tea must not be strained. Empty your mind from any thoughts be calm and drink the tea. Leave about half a sip of tea and cover the teacup with the saucer. Focus on the question, the more specific the question the more chances of getting a precise answer. Now, invert the cup on the saucer and swirl the cup three times from left to right. Use the handle with your left hand to hold the cup and turn upright. Peek into the cup to decipher the meanings of the tea leaves. The tea leaves would be stuck in different shapes and clusters. During the tea leaf reading you encounter many symbols like objects, letters, numbers and animals. The symbols can be interpreted to answer the questions asked.

Period of Time

The time period is usually around a year. The teacup has three reading zones: the rim, middle, and the bottom. The rim of the cup signifies immediate future around 2 months. The middle of the cup signifies two to eight months. The bottom of the cup signifies eight months to a year.

Steps for interpretation

*Check your cup for lines, numbers, shapes or letters and interpret any clear symbols.
*Symbols that are positioned in straight lines indicate a definite occurrence
*Curved or wavy lines indicate the possibility of changes
* Crystal clear symbols are events that are more likely to occur

In case of shapes, triangles, means good karma, squares mean the need for caution and circles mean great success. Any alphabetic letters refer to the name of friends, relatives or enemies. A number indicates span of time, month or year.

Symbols and their meanings
Aircraft- a journey and travel, if broken means possible danger of accident. It can also mean a rise in career
Apple- Achievement, spiritual enlightenment, creative or artistic achievement
Axe- difficulties in the midst, if at the top means the overcoming of difficulties, possible danger or difficulty to you or a friend
Baby-small worries, new life, possible pregnancy
Birds-good news, peaceful greetings
Book-if open it means good news is forthcoming, if closed you need to investigate a situation
Bottle- explosive atmosphere requiring caution, do not overindulge
Car-travel, movement.
Circle-success of important goals, completion of phase in life or life experience, pregnancy. Unbroken means success, completion. Broken (like letter C) means a temporary offer will come, tentative offers without fruition
Clock- a need to maintain better health- warning against procrastination
Coin- arrival of money, good fortune in money matters. Look for the time period indicated at the top or bottom
Door- ancient knowledge, paranormal visit, be aware of new opportunities
Dog- good /loyal friend. If located at the bottom friend needs help, if barking means untrustworthy friend
Daisy- new love
Drops- tears or sadness
Egg- sign of fertility, is seen as a good omen. If whole means new life, successful new beginning. If cracked means failed plans or financial problems which can be overcome by action
Elephant-great wisdom, strength, good mental health.
Envelope- good news, inheritance
Eye- you are being watched by ones who envy you, be cautious. Sometimes it could also mean to be a protective symbol
Flag-danger
Frog- fertility, abundance
Fruit-prosperity
Forked line-decision/choices
Gate-opportunity for knowledge, new experiences
Globe- long distance travel
Heart-love, trust, pleasure
Hat-self-improvement
House- well-being and security
Hand- if open means karma or destiny, if closed means discontent, anger or argument
Iceberg-danger
Jewels- gifts, inheritance, material success
Kite- your wish will be granted swiftly
Knife- caution against sharp words or revealing personal information. Broken ties with someone ending friendship.
Letter- you will receive a long awaited letter or important paperwork.
Lock- obstacles in your way
Mask- a secret to be kept
Mountain – a difficult but possible goal
Needle- painful repair
Net- trap
Oyster- passion, desire
Pig- greed
Question mark- There is a need for caution and examine all your motives carefully
Rectangle- you will face a challenge or difficulty
Snake- changing events
Table- family contentment, social gatherings in the near future
Umbrella-protection from harm or loss
Vase- a secret being kept away from you
Wheel- if complete means good fortune if broken means disappointment or delay
Yolk-need for change
Zebra-adventure, especially overseas or across large water masses.

 


Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla: Poetry (Voices Within 2021)

Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla is a poet, translator and French teacher from Mumbai. Her poems are featured in the anthology ‘Modern English Poetry by Younger Indians’ by Sahitya Akademi, Red River Book of Haibun and ‘Open Your Eyes’. Her poem 'Anagram' won the 2013 Commendation Prize at 'The All India Poetry Competition'(New Delhi). She is the author of two poetry collections, ‘Invisible Eye’ and ‘The Empress’. ‘The Empress’ was Winner –II of the 2018 US National Poetry Contest by R├жd Leaf Foundation for Poetry & Allied Arts. Her poem won a special mention award by Architectural Journalism and Criticism 2020.


Astral encounters 
 
The sun devoured the Vatican sky relishing each bite of the luminous afternoon, in the waves two shadows embrace. ‘I bid you farewell, as I hold you in my soft womb, all beginnings have an end’ she said. The grief in death is salty like the choppy waters of the Tiber river. The eye of the storm spins its presence in an agitated cosmic dance, if only the Gods would favour them like a string of pearls they would live
unbroken
‘Pick a card’ cajoles the tarot lady ‘It’s the lovers’ they part to meet again in another life.


In lieu of

‘Cut me your right thumb Ekalavya’ said the intelligent guru, Dronacharya he was quick to forecast what lay ahead for Prince Arjuna. The art of archery was rare and fit for the noble, could a simple hunter’s son learn this skill, how to raise the longbow and pull the arrow shooting at the desired aim? Like a lover’s first kiss uncertain, wet eager for more, a rainfall of dew on the petals of a saffron hibiscus flower that adorns the feet of the Elephant God, a dozen arrows holding up the mouth of a barking dog. For days the simple task of prayer before his Guru’s statue made of dust and devotion camouflages his mind with trust. The mind is human it can be fooled. Placebo effect is a walk in the rain on a bright sunny day. The archer is blind to the things around his arena deaf to the noises in his head, seeking only the eye of the fish. Focus on the lips my dear says a stubborn mind he’s determined to master the art of kissing. Maybe if he hadn’t idolized her, she would have stayed longer, how does one find someone who does not want to be found. Mourn your emptiness your mind purple, angst, hungry with anticipation as she walks away with your bleeding heart in her fist.


Oasis

Sometimes I wait to stop and think of how it all started, staring at the Chinese red roses that break my thread of thinking. How does one bring closure to something that is so translucent something so sweet that you wonder when it turned to poison? Would the poison then taste of you, killing me softly? How often have we sensed the absence of a loved one, in the presence of our lives, is this what they call self-realization? Winter comes to me like the void I grow in the deepest corner of my soul seeping into our hands intertwined on that cold night you decided to leave. If I had known it would take two full moons to seek you, I would have walked the journey first and become the Bodhi Tree.
 
Winter is coming
the end of the beginning of the end
cycles of life

Politically Speaking - Poem

Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla

What I look for
is just a little respect
don’t open that can of worms here

What I look for
is proudly be called daughter of the family
don’t open that can of worms here

What I look for
is for someone to hear my voice
don’t open that can of worms here

What I look for
is a pair of non-judgmental eyes
don’t open that can of worms here

What I look for
is no touching when I say so
don’t open that can of worms here

What I look for
is you have no right to my womb
don’t open that can of worms here

What I look for
is don’t underestimate my power
don’t open that can of worms here

and if you do
read the statutory warning in vermilion
POISON

Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla

Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla is an award-winning poet, translator,French teacher and healer from Mumbai. Her poems have been widely published in international anthologies and periodicals:  Her poems are featured in the anthology Modern English Poetry by Younger Indians published by Sahitya Akademi, Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English and The Kali Project. Her poem won the Commendation Prize at The All-India Poetry Competition 2013. She is the author of two poetry collections – Invisible Eye longlisted for Cochin Lit Fest Poetry Prize 2018, and The Empress, winner of the 2018 US National Poetry Contest by R├жd Leaf Foundation for Poetry & Allied Arts. Accolades for her poetry include a special mention award in the Architectural Poetry Annual Competition 2020, the Panorama Special Jury Award, being shortlisted by Asia Pacific Writers and Translators in collaboration with Joao-Roque Literary Journal June 2020, and first prize at The New Normal Poetry competition by Poetry Paradigm and Oxford Bookstore. Her translated Sindhi poem ‘Safar’ won the first prize at the Kavya Kaumudi International Poetry Award. She is recipient of the Rahi Kadam Inspiration Award 2021. She is the author of ‘Healing Elixir’ The Hawakal Handbook of Angel Therapy, Numerology & Remedies