Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 25th November 2021

Lullaby of Hope

Finally, one will be home And, a circle of care to collapse down to Who will celebrate the warrior in you Who held on for so long. Yes. You will be home. Yes. You will be home.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 12th September 2020

Piss drunk on life and poetry

Life O life. So much within. And, when they come out as words they seem so stupid, so inadequate. So distorted out of their richness. Their layers ... and still with their heady magic...

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 1st February 2022

Siva and Sakti, the eternal dance within

As Siva, I know the countless cycles of birth and rebirth, I know that the new goddess who would emerge, who would find me again, would have no trace of the earlier one, And, like her, I must mourn the death of the earlier goddess and learn to give space to this new one within me.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 24th December 2020

You meet a farmer many times in a day

and you realise, that clicks can order food, but there is a missing click in your heart,

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 17th October 2020

What is the perfect age to rape a goddess?

Rape is worship. Rape is worshipping the tender virgin Kanyakumari. Rape is worship through subduing the fierce Durgas who dare to battle. Rape is worship through snatching the wealth of the Lakshmis who earn. Rape is worship through ensuring Saraswatis do not get too learned, Rape is worship by drawing four lines and trapping the goddess within it, Rape is worship of the goddess using the penis, the highest form of worship men can offer a goddess, Rape is worship.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 18th January 2018

Choices and Chances

And, to think how far girls have come in the world, in spite of it all. Just because, they choose to.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 6th November 2016

When a woman laughs ...

When a woman laughs, loud and clear, deep from her belly, she disturbs the air around her, waking the ghosts of her mother, her mother and mothers long gone, the ones who have never laughed aloud.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 20th January 2016

I said nothing.

There is no land, no water, no food, no air... I stood there silently paying the price of my silence.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 15th September 2015

Schrodinger's cat

O Promise me, you will not be another Schrodinger's cat?

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 11th August 2015

Bonds

Will you check ? If it was at your end? Or, was it at mine?

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 2nd February 2009

Lullaby to a girl child

My power is mine to claim. My name is mine to own. My body is my very own. And, I have a mind of my own.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 22nd March 2020

Listen, said the Earth Mother.

My spirit is broken. I need to rest. I need you to quieten down. To think of this old mother. To check on her. Is she fine?

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 31st January 2017

The weeds of an Urban Garden

And, weeds have no purpose, and, no one cares about their story.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 24th May 2008

The lone eagle flies ...

Wonder what became of the eagle ?

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 21st February 2019

Weep Softly O Mother ...

What happens to paradise with blood in its streets? What is war except when man turns against man ? And, women and children become pawns in their hands? Who wins in a war? Who loses? Who cries? Who cheers?

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 12th May 2015

The Lovers.

Just a walk they say, What do they know ?

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 2nd March 2015

ஒரு ஒற்றைத் தாய்.

அவளுக்கென, எதிர்காலம் தான், என்னவாக இருக்கலாம் ?

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 21st November 2018

What is love you ask?

It is to know that if one had to choose again, one would choose no other.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 21st November 2018

When I die...

And, we shall all dance with joyous spirit one last time, as I leave a part of me with you behind, claiming a slice of you with me as I go.

Srividya Srinivasan Writings • 3rd August 2018

Pausing poetry...

When a poet goes silent...