CESSPOOL
One of my greatest fears is
What if
The people get used to the stench
the cesspool of all the vices
is spreading
What if
in their desperation
they start to follow
when you can’t fight them, join them
and start enjoying as much as
the inhabitants of the cesspool
What if
they lose
their confidence
their ethics
and their will to
stand against injustice
and their fight
This is Benjamin West’s famous painting of the Mughal emperor Shah Alam handing over the rights to collect taxes in Bengal to Robert Clive and the East India Company (1765). A little over 100 years ago, Aurangzeb had nearly evicted the British, but in the 1760s the scrappy East India Company (EIC) was on the verge of drowning Aurangzeb’s precious empire and emerging as the new power in the subcontinent. If you look at the painting closely, you will see how the British and their allies are cast in the light, while most Indians are in the shadow.
West was a romantic and a patriot. He liked painting famous scenes from history like The Death of Nelson or Benjamin Franklin Drawing Electricity from the Sky. The painting above was recording the birth of British India and the British Empire at large. India was to be the goose that…
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What is it that a woman of maturity quests for?
Autonomy: to feel that her decisions/wants/needs
are not overshadowed by the dictates of another,
or by a past that is forever looming.
Empowerment: to know, once and for all, that
the victim is laid to rest, so that she can embrace
her authentic self.
Inner peace: to live without guilt or the need for
permission. To be able to forgive and self and other
in order to be free. To trust, innately, her own
inner resources, releasing fear’s hold.
Sacredness: to stand firmly upon the Earth,
breathe freely, and engage with life. To make
a difference.
Celebration: to live with anticipation, surprise,
and ultimately joy.
Connection: to recognize in each living moment
that none of the above is obtained in a bubble.
I quest for true connection. The bravest quest of all.
(Reading through old posts I came across one…
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Transient
Transient dewdrops
Transient gift of nature
Transient pleasure
Nothing is everlasting
Enjoy as long as it lasts
HUNGER
Once upon a time, there was a sad king
Always complained that his life lacked a zing
He was never short of food
Then why did he always brood
Perhaps he knew not what is hunger's sting
# Limerick
#Hunger
#Food
#Sting
#King
1970’s
Every house does not have a phone. We get a new one
installed, and eagerly wait for it to ring. A sarcastic remark from a cousin, “Why
don’t you get phones installed in all your friends’ and relatives’ homes?”
1980s
Those anonymous calls are pesky, but our adolescent hearts
wonder if we have a secret admirer somewhere – too bashful to reveal identity.
There are calls which whisper sweet nothings.
Mom yells from the
kitchen “Whose call is it?”
Me: “Blank call, Mama. It
got disconnected.”
Mom: “Don’t entertain
these shady callers. Be quick to disconnect.”
Bonding with a male classmate:
“Dial this number, get
the girl on the line, and then pass on the phone to me.”
“Why can’t you do it?”
“She is not allowed to
receive calls from guys. A female voice is needed.”
1990s
Mobile phones have entered the market, and are a…
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Tum hamare dil me,
Hamesha shan se rahe!!
Hum tumhare shehar me,
Anjaan se rahe!!
Gairon ki chot se,
Hum naraz se rahe!
Jab apnon ne jakhm die,
Pareshan se rahe!!
🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸
You always lived proudly,
In my heart!
I was just unknown,
In your city!!
I was ignorant of,
Injuries have given by others!
When close ones hurt,
I felt troubled!!
THE MIDAS TOUCH
I am no Midas
yet everything I touch now
acquires new meaning
Is it an artist’s vision
or a poet’s call and yearning?
LIAR MIRRORS
change seeps in
imperceptibly
entrenches
itself in
deep psyche layers
mirrors lie with the same face
PRESSED FLOWERS
memories unfold
-a pressed flower in the book
crushed before its time
I strive to read stories etched
on petals, not the pages
BEYOND THE RAINBOW
rainbows show
multiple layers,
complex truths
in seven
predefined colors
-I look for what lies beyond
~~~
Reena Saxena is a former banker, coach, and writer from Mumbai, India. Published works are available on Amazon – When Time Stopped (Fiction), Com Pen Di Um (Poetry Anthology), Life As It Happens (Poetry Anthology), Basic Banking for Debt Recovery Agents, and E-books on Money Psychology available on the MoneyGoalz website. This is Reena’s first feature on
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REACTION
Many break down with complication
Sensible look for the solution
Blaming and grieving
Praying and complaining
Sighing and winning
Never helps
But the majority believes in this notion
Dappled Cat With appealing eyes Dappled cat caught attention How can you ignore
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