Clad in tradition, suffocated with prohibitions
She hoped to break free.
Loathing the domination, hating the devotion,
She resolved to break free.
Tearing away from the nine yards,
Caring for her own tears.
She hit the dusty roads,
And gave into very little cares.
The urban gypsy wouldn’t give in to NO,
She decided to pave her own road.
She bit the dust, got hurt with studs,
But she decided to go on.
The nine yards of sea were used for the windows,
The bangles stayed there for being chic.
The relations went out of the window,
Slowly, she started getting worried sick.
The urban gypsy could not be made...
She decided to go back where she was.
Clad in tradition, wiser with permissions,
She understood that she could break only from the mind, not the body that she has.
The urban gypsy still might exist,
Only in her mind.
Sometimes, she still wanted to sneak out.
Sometimes, she still wanted to come back.
Confused soul that she was,
She decided to rest a while.
Then she sought to her best pal, the pen
And poured her thoughts all at once.
The urban gypsy is no more there.
Since they found it foul.
The urban gypsy is still there.
Only in her soul.
Awesome !! I like the way you framed it... the Inner- Outer Battle !!
ReplyDeleteYeah..its definitely a battle !! The modern woman trying to fit in the urban jungle ;)
ReplyDeleteWell worded! True, to break from the physical obstacles is not simple. They stand tall!
ReplyDeleteLoved the way you expressed it...very well balanced !!
ReplyDelete@ratnamala : Thats true mala garu... the tall obstacles standing in the way of our otherwise simple lives ;) Thanks for reading and leaving a comment though...
ReplyDelete@uma : Thanks ra
ReplyDeletevery well penned abt the inner conflicts a woman faces....
ReplyDelete@pooja : Thanks babe :)... am glad everyone is sitting up and noticing this post. Coz its really very close to my heart and am happy that all the gypsies out there are able to get what I wanted to say :D
ReplyDeleteshanthi u simply rocks!!!!!!! am a ardent follower of ur blog( both)n now u started dis magic of words am simply njoying each n every post of dis. u dont belive if i say that as soon i log into orkut first i visit ur profile to find new updates .my love to teju n anuj and tej btw sorry i dint introduce myself i'm swathi doing masters frn gitam vizag
ReplyDelete@swathi : Thanks a ton swathi... it's really thrilling to know that people actually wait for what am writing. Am just glad am able to reach out to everyone in my own little way. Thanks again for being a constant visitor to my blogs. I really appreciate it :)
ReplyDeleteVery well said shanthi...keep it up...waiting for more...the turbulence in the mind is very well captured....visala
ReplyDelete@visala : thanks ra ..yeah will post more very soon... let the urban gypsy first sink in the minds of my readers :D
ReplyDelete"Tearing away from the nine yards,
ReplyDeleteCaring for her own tears.
She hit the dusty roads,
And gave into very little cares.
The urban gypsy wouldn’t give in to NO,
She decided to pave her own road.
She bit the dust, got hurt with studs,
But she decided to go on."
Beautifully written Shanti... I felt myself pause for a minute ....
@maithiri : Thanks ra ....Honestly, all credits to you. You were the one who casually inspired me in your own little way to start blogging. What started off as an experiment is now a major part of my life...All thanks to u ra...I mean it :)
ReplyDeleteCome on now no credits to me here honestly I am happy that I am seeing some meaningful and heartfelt blogging so all the credits to you here .... You know wht try posting the same in online poetry sites in that way you can promote your posts so that its just not limited to your friends/blog or why don't you pick a column in some sunday paper. I am sure you will do well with that. .... So how are you ? hows life otherwise ?
ReplyDeleteLovely Poem Shanthi! but I am must say, I wouldnt picture for this kinda renegade persona...........this doesn't go with your personality..........wonder what made you write this.
ReplyDelete@harry : When did I say that am gonna write only my stories thro these poems?? If you read my recent "glitter", you would make that out. This urban gypsy wasn't a part of my personality...but just a figment of my imagination...
ReplyDeleteAnd am glad u found it lovely... thanks !!!
Lovely poem...as a nine yard wearing (occasionally) urban gypsy, I think my gen has been able to balance tradition and change, ritual and individual interpretations of customs and habits.
ReplyDeleteYes! We may not seem to have broken the twists and turns of the 9 yards/six yards sari. We have compromised, given in and sometimes even lead a second life in our imaginations.