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Month: January 2014

A Budgie Loses His Tail

A Budgie Loses His Tail

Budgie

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was sitting on
my daughter’s shoulder
nibbling
at her shiny silver chain
when her bright intricate hairband
caught his eye.
He moved up and tangled his feathers and tail
in the accessory.

Shrieks and yelps later
he and we relieved him–
his tail missing
and a wound.

I collected the severed tail
in a napkin and showed him
his broken turquoise quills.
He recognized his fur
stared for long and turned
to look at his behind.

Funny I look behind
all the time too
for lost pieces.

An almost ten year old
cried and felt pain for ‘other’–
She will love well.
I mean live well.

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The blue bird
eats furiously,
his maxilla and
mandible
leaving nothing unmilled,
not even
his ghost tail.

How does one
bite into absence?

 

(The painting ‘Mario’ is in watercolor on hot pressed paper. Mario is our pet Budgerigar. He has a cage, which serves more as his bedroom. All day long he is a free bird. Like any pet, or member of a family, he brings immense joy in our lives)

Beautiful Women

Beautiful Women

Women

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful women
have cracked fingers and feet,
they stink of cow dung
reek of spices and salty sweat
because they have to return to work
right after they’ve showered–
twice a day.
They slog in the fields through pregnancies,
birth children anywhere with little help
and breastfeed their children
which is but natural for them.

Beautiful women don’t freak out
seeing the first grey hair
and the first wrinkle,
they enjoy decorating themselves
not as means
but to an end in itself;
they look quickly in the mirror
after the day’s work
and sometimes forget even that.

Beautiful women fly planes,
run political offices, teach,
do business,
become medical practitioners,
play all sports and games,
reach mountain tops,
and the Moon.
They think of men
as people possessing different bodies;
they do not try hard
or use cheap tactics to snare them.
Comfortable in their skin
they understand the language of love
and enjoy the company
of men they choose
as partners in life.

Beautiful women question
and answer
first to themselves
and then to the world
soberly but sternly
that it is not their fault
if marriage didn’t happen to them
if they only had one child
if they only had daughters
if after many procedures they could not bear children
if adoption is their first choice
if the husbands left them
for other women
if they were busy doing other good things
than cooking and knitting
if they want to be monks.

Beautiful women
are friends to other women,
they have a code
which they can access
each time there’s
a danger alert.
I will tell you
that one of them
is to throw
powdered-red-hot-chilli-peppers
in the Devil’s eyes.

(The sketch is made with pen and crayons on a hot-pressed paper)