It is only when the sparrow has learned to dance
the hawk exploits the theatrics of the sky
It is only when the hawk has the needle in its eye
the sparrow learns to muster magic to fly.
Like the spell of a magical sky studded with twinkling stars
woman, you are beautiful beneath the shadow of your scars
the cartography of your skin is mapped with unseen wars
the landscape of your love is a canvas of unwritten memoirs.
The storms of Saturn and the rings of Jupiter orbit your eyes
woman, the cosmos of your beauty is in this planet's sunrise
the poetry on your lips is Aphrodite singing songs in disguise
the contours of your body are the softness of a million butterflies.
The verses of Gita, the psalms of Bible fade in your blinding light
woman, you are a silhouette walking out of the shadows of night
the screams in your silence are question marks burning bright
the silence in your screams is an answer exploding with dynamite.
They call you queen, they call you goddess in earth's domains
woman, you are eternal in the valley of thorns and bloodstains
the secret of your smile lingers in the bondage of your chains
the song of your survival is a sword unsheathed in hurricanes.
- Jaspreet Mann
How dumb and obtuse to think that a woman of substance is known by Chanel bags and shoes!
Cut into the quick of the night
silent in the nocturnal fright
a tiger on the prowl
a lion on the line
a roar, a growl
the lost wings of midnight
quiet as the rage of light
a hyena playing foul
a fox on the grape vine
a lament, a scowl
the long ledge of flight
hope ready to bite.
- Jaspreet Mann
I have reached a point where I honestly don't care whether people read poetry or not and whether publishers are interested in it or not. I am just writing on, while the millennials watch kitten videos.
I appreciate the woman with a healing heart. The woman with a broken past. The woman who has been lied to. The woman whose spirit has been crushed. The woman who has been taken for granted. The woman whose love has been misunderstood. The woman who has been used and mislead. The woman who has placed her energy and warmth in the wrong hands. The woman who has gone through trials and troubles - I appreciate her because she still manages to stand on two feet. She still manages to breathe when the room around her shrinks. She still manages to smile and laugh on cloudy days. She still manages to love even though the world has been unkind to her, she still manages, to live. She wakes up every morning with the hope that there will be a miracle, there will be a spectacular dawn.
That woman, I appreciate her.
My heart is a field of feldspar
brittle, hard, unyielding, far
somewhere in its depths
lurk the debris of breaths
lost in an unforgotten war.
- jaspreet mann
You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.
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In tough times, everyone has to take their share of the pain.