by Mitalee Dabral
1) Rise up gal ***
Because broken pieces are precious
And you can stitch
A new patchwork of dreams
In a night’s slumber.
Because somewhere around that faded upholstery
Is heart’s bright fabric
Shielded from the Sun.
Because the sum is always greater
When you are for yourself
Filling the cracks with gold
Life’s mosaic, growing precious with time.
Because after all that has been,
Remembered and forgotten
Tomorrow is always
2) Lady at the beach-Goa
Oct to March,
Dawn to dusk
She paces the length and breadth
Of sultry Goan sands
Weaving colorful beads
In tangled foreign tresses
Lounging in the beach chairs.
Or selling vibrant anklets
Tied with dreams
To feet which sought refuge
From the drudgery of life
All the while longing
For that familiar native mud
Beneath her feet.
It is towards the beach.
It is away!
3) Ladies Beauty Parlor
Stepping into the lady’s parlor,
Tip –toeing past the glass door,
My eyes rest at a tilted sign,
“Please take care of your belongings”
Aren’t they the three lines on my forehead?
Recently caught trading a wrinkle for a few worries.
Or that stubborn knot in my shoulders,
Born in a rebellion perhaps, of bending backwards.
Or the unwanted asymmetry of my brows,
Like an exclamation mark,
Challenging the tangled threads of life.
And I open my semi shut eyes,
Facial, threading, face pack et al
Collecting neatly creased and scrubbed pieces of myself,
The girl at the parlor reminds me,
“Ma’am hope you’ve taken care of your belongings, don’t leave anything behind “
A smile escapes my lips, “I don’t have to, you’ve already taken care of them!”
For a little while,
The tilted sign at the glass door says…