In bits and pieces I exist.
My excellence is attributed to a parent,
My attitude to another parental house
At the base of my cup of existence
Lie dregs of doubt. A muddy mixture
Of miscegenation, races, time and breed.
I wonder who I am? Probably, just another lineage
Line drawn, tacked with inheritances of gain
Or loss. Two names, two identities….
My name gets attached with two houses
As if it were a carriage on the railway track.
My fame, taken by one; am I no more
Than a curious list of physicalities, attributes,
Emotions and mentalities? And thus I continue
To trudge on, until I see, I’m not the same
Society intended to make me: there are cracks,
Crevices, and fissures in me. Like a in a giant tree
These are filled by beings, who are growing with me.
From the mould that constrained, I’ve broken free.
Now I seek others like me, who have also been broken
Filled with strength and courage to break free.
No more encaged be- step out of mundanity.
No more brackets, I’d rather the untamed furze be.
And bits and pieces cement to witness kaleidoscopic beauty
The winged bird has taught me to soar in glee
The sea – in breaking to find symphony
The swollen river that swallows many entities,
Whispered into my ears: “Fear not, I merge into
The roaring sea, which salinates my waters.
And then journeys, plunging itself into the seven seas.”
© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Picture courtesy: https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2014/may/27/dido-belle-enigmatic-painting-that-inspired-a-movie
Miscegenation: inter- racial marriage, bi-racial child