Finally free

To set myself free, stepped into the cage,

Stripped myself open, cut myself open,

Eyes gouged away, arms chopped away,

Flush peeled away, bones broken down,

Am I this or that,

Oh Finally,

Whatever I am , I am more, I am you and we.

Flew away with the wind, whoever he was,

Set free into wind he was.

The gamble

Look to this world or look to thyself,
mock the lamp of civilisation breeding the darkness around our soul,
while being lambed down,
soaken in blood and sweat ,bland words and blank eyes
smitten over the markets to fill our void self,
of tomorrow’s smile, while silent to break the sile of theirs,
none to be kept or given, everything to be lost in today’s gamble,
until the day something is left to cry about,
Oh baby, I am resigning, on a fate never found and confined,
Yet I resign, to fill myself with despair and pain,
For it is only the worth now.
To have immense and yet feel so heavy in oneself.


Tomorrow when you wake up,

Look into my eyes

And Look into my heart

Then seep into our memories

behold our days together

Then forgive me for giving up.

Allow the winter to pass through

Have I broken the windows

Crying out loud, let the wind pass through.

Let the wind pass through.

For I was always blind

To see you through.

The Looking Glass by Kamala Das

Getting a man to love you is easy
Only be honest about your wants as
Woman. Stand nude before the glass with him
So that he sees himself the stronger one
And believes it so, and you so much more
Softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your
Admiration. Notice the perfection
Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under
The shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor,
Dropping towels, and the jerky way he
Urinates. All the fond details that make
Him male and your only man. Gift him all,
Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
Endless female hungers. Oh yes, getting
A man to love is easy, but living
Without him afterwards may have to be
Faced. A living without life when you move
Around, meeting strangers, with your eyes that
Gave up their search, with ears that hear only
His last voice calling out your name and your
Body which once under his touch had gleamed
Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.

-Kamala Das