\\Only if I had a chest,
without curves of two breasts, 
my voice would have been 
clear to your ears.\\
1.LOVER
Daylight shrink like a cat into
the buttonhole of your clenched hands, 
a tender hut where flowers of late evenings bloom into a sculpture beautiful than David.
My love poems will sound like the grievances of a spring cricket to your ears, 
sour names that pass chills through the teeth,
leading an uproar of acidic volcanic anger.
Like secret betrayals of folk tales carved in the gelatin mirrors with their sides chipped.
Like the cold blur thumb mark of an invasive species.
Like a weapon sharpening itself for the future war.
And then we will turn into two strangers with friendly smiles in a train station.
For now, don't play dead..
Or don't pity the dead.
2. MOTHER 
The February breeze that twirls inside your ribs won't listen to your child's cry, 
like the sun is deaf to the choking of a star while it is turning into a black hole.
Like the cat is oblivious of the parting song of  spring in the side walks.
Like the twisted angle of a ballet dancer while performing her favorite piece inside a dream.
The blood feeds the hunger, that's what 
a daughter and mother are
 if they are drawn into idioms.
Call it love-
planting  a lotus in fire.
You call everything love-
every act of violence is ghost of love to you.
(I wanted to call up stupid,
 but I  decided to bite my tongue:
My kindness is a cruelty)

3.FATHER
You are one of the several names of death people forget to mention, out of fear.
Your hand hold the power of slaughter and you put it over a child's,  (read:  daughter's) head and smiled at the strangers.
The chlorine sky can't preach about the kindness of rain, you should remember. 
Your voice is soft in my throat, the silence being a question of not being able to pass your bloodline (the pride, the blindness).
But am you, in a different mould-
Like the lilac secret of a gleaming eye,
Like the wounded light of a diamond,
Like turning a kerchief inside out.
The way the stalks act as a flowers coffin, 
is how a father is helpful to his daughter. 
So,
Understand that the fire is not a confinement,
but it  is a kind freedom.

4.BROTHER 
We posses a word, divided into two,
One for me, and one for you, 
but your portion,larger.
Add up all the silences I kept for you 
and divide it with the times 
I swallowed the blade rather than 
cutting myself, 
thinking what would happen to you.
(This is the language foreign to me, this thinking twice about throwing myself ).
Fold a five cornered star five times, 
May be then you will see the hand of God facedown, moving into a steady seizure.
Ask him, why -for me. 
Cover your ears so that you can listen to him.
May be he will answer because 
your voice is different than mine.
May be he will answer because
you are not me.

5. ANGELS 
We are a house 
with river flowing inside us , 
So, when we search for breath, 
it is never an accident.
We were choosen as scape goats, 
for some unknown reason.
Let's laugh and put our hearts on 
the beak of time,  
and look into the future 
through the eye of a needle. 
Only if we were not strangers to ourselves, 
we would have been been able to distinguish 
salt and decaying dreams.
We are airy shrines,
We are chronicles of conquest and defeat,
We are birds flying through margins,
We are distilled water stored in glass cups,
We are fractured scripts,
because we are women, not men.







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