A DROP OF MY SEA

Image: Ujala Chowdhry In my dupatta, lies a life's full cycle. In my dupatta, lies life's invisible structures. The colour of my dupatta, is important to you. You want it to be white when I lose my precious child. Black or grey, for when I give my sister away. If I wear the wrong dupatta you will strip me off my integrity you will make me change the damned dupatta Till the colour is right Till all my blood flows out from my veins and onto my dupatta it rains, the colour red. In which you'll gladly let me be with a man in bed. And choke me with it When he is dead. My dupatta colours people's imagination If I'm naked underneath People imagine invagination If I'm naked underneath The colour of my dupatta becomes redundant The colour of my skin then raises the heat And I've again been stripped of my integrity. You see me as a whore, fuck me to my skin's core, and tear the dupatta that held

Image: Adrian Pelletier / Unsplash If trees had eyes Where would you hide? If the wind could speak How would you lie? The witnesses of a wedding The witnesses of a marital rape The witnesses of a funeral The witnesses of an ending They stand tall And blindly witness it all A decade may pass or a century The tress live with it all The winds carry it all Forever in space...