‘Aurat Shabad Shakti’
A poem by Surjeet Kalsey
I am real. Touch me
touch me with your flesh
feel me with your senses.
I am not dead.
I am alive.
I can rewrite my fate.
I will write a new script
of my own and will live it.
an incarnation of the Kali-
the goddess of power.
I will illuminate
in many forms
I am Durga
I am Chandi
I am Bhawani,
and I am Kalika –
the mighty goddess Kali.
This time I will become the Kali –
I will grow
many hands on my body,
and would hold
a shinning sword in my one hand
and a skull of the devil in the other
I will appear on the stage
riding over a lion
and roaring with eyes sparkling.
I will chant the sermon
of the tenth Guru:
“O Lord Shiva,
bestow upon me
so that I will never be afraid
to do virtuous act.
If I am under attack then
empower me O, Mighty!
so that I can protect myself.”
By Surjeet Kalsey
Yes, they are still sitting there
quietly waiting for someone
someone will come
and inscribe their fate
on their foreheads
or a stream of passion
would spring up from within
or a straw would become a pen.
Women are sitting in the house
as if they are stitting on the street
without its floor without its door
but walls are still their retreat
Voiceless women live in this house
within these four walls
without its door, without its floor
quietly they wait for someone
would come and spread out
earth under their feet.
The tale they wanted to tell
that has become aged, stopped.
The tale is circling within circle
from ages and their voice is not heard
their eyes are lit like lamps
on their wrinkled faces – waiting
waiting and waiting someone will come.
Their story is being written in their wrinkles
they will bury their story with their bodies
or a straw would become a pen
or they would remain voiceless even in this age.
The above poem was read at the Festival of South Asian Literature on 26 Sept. 2009 in Toronto in the opening session of the conference.
By Surjeet Kalsey
I am a woman
and I like to be a woman.
The tradition wants me to be
a pathological servant and serve
the thankless, or be
an incarnation of a goddess
and stop being a woman.
There is no place in between
two extremes: whore and goddess.
I am none of either.
I stand vertical, with my own head
on my shoulders, my own self.
My journey begins from within.
There’s an azure sky spread open
there’s earth’s deep toleration and
creating, nurturing, growing within,
mighty determination of mountains within,
tranquility of the ocean,
cool and healing within
moon and the stars shine within
my body and soul take a dip in the warmth
of the dawning shimmering rays of the sun
I live. My spirit breathes the fresh air within.
I walk within my self and myself takes over:
I refuse to fit in the square boxes of
your fragile thoughts that enslave women
in traditional and docile roles
to serve and to stay peripheral.
I assert that I am a woman of krishma.
My inner strength comes from within
and reflects on my forehead from within.
Strong is free. I deserve. I am centered.
My words that speak to me are inspiring,
will rustle with the wind, yawn out with the Sun
will become the scriptures of silence:
my unspoken laments of my
pulsating, throbbing heart.
Kali is within me: the goddess of creation
who could create endless goodness
and destroy endless evil from the earth.
Lakshmi is within me: the goddess of wealth
and prosperity, whose slightest touch could bring
unlimited wealth on earth, blooming the nature
plantation and restoring the vegetation.
Chintapurni is within me: the healing goddess
frees everybody from worries, despair and pain.
She heals the most hurt and revitalizes energies.
Latanwali Jawalaji is within me: the goddess of
sacred fire that brings freshness, and cleans the soul,
body and mind from contaminations of the world.
It brings warmth and cleanliness in the air.
Naina Devi is within me: the goddess of vision
gives insights and brings awareness.
Sarswati Devi is within me: the goddess of
wisdom, knowledge and intellect. She blesses
the seekers with intellect and wisdom.
Woman contains the wisdom and holiness
of all the writings of the Vedas and Scriptures
Woman is an essence of all the goddesses.
She has all the karishma within.
I am in touch with myself and
the journey takes me to actualizing me,
my body, my mind and my soul. I hail
my spirit as a person, and as a human being.
I don’t intend to become a goddess,
nor shall I allow myself to be a demeaned object.
I allow my spirit to remain a woman. I stand vertical.
Hey! Your words are birds free and strong
soaring high in the free sky with your thoughts.
Words will remain echoing in the Universe.
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