Of Silly Ruminations

Art by Chugtai M.A.R

I want to be an openness bending at the tip of the sunlight falling on my back. But I’m also afraid of burning in my own fire.

I carry my hostilities like a poet who adores perspiring on a hot sunny afternoon in the arms of an old monument that houses some grand secrets only he can see – and I can’t unsee. I’ve been his muse and his monument – sometimes a pillar draped in silk.

I yearn to be a vastness, much wilder than the blue skies. Someone once told me that I was silly to think of blue skies as wild, and I only laughed. How can you not see the calm that has rained, birthed storms and swallowed deaths? I realise that it’s indeed silly of me to think that people would see how I manage to carry this calm.

I don’t burn in my own fire. I invite other’s to ignite my flame so that I can master my art of living for others – because what is a woman without a role?

Simply a human? No, that is deeply silly of me, indeed.

-Nameera Anjum Khan.


So yes, day 9 is over, where I live and I really did not want to break my flow. Hence, I quickly looked up this enthralling work of art to inspire me today!

This one is a take on gender roles – particularly the one’s attached to a woman. It takes inferences from the Indian culture as well and the thinking of a family/culture-oriented woman who is made to feel suppressed because of her desires for freedom.

Sometimes, things that reflect a particular emotion aren’t exactly what they’re composed of, the blue skies for example that are not always blue or calm, for that matter.

I always feel that seasons and nature is a very great way to deeply understand human emotions in a poetic light. Hence my obsession with them is pretty evident in this piece too!

Thank you for reading, have a great day/night!

6 Comments

  1. Hi again Nameera. I want to say this poem is beautiful. The opening stanza captures something universal. While your focus us the female condition, I can say, as male, the sentiment you reveal is well known to me as well. We put on masks each and every day, to block the sun’s life giving rays.

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    1. Hi Matthew, I’ve missed you! How are you doing? Also thank you so much, I’m so happy to hear from you after such a long time. I understand, we all go through the same phases at the end of the day. No one is ever truly free – you know, sometimes I wonder if having a certain passion or an aim in life constricts it. What if there are so many choices out there that I’m missing out on? But then again, what if I lose all my chances if I don’t stay focused? Ah well, there’s just too many questions and I’m afraid even direct answers would narrow down my existence. I think life should be left open to interpretation, just like poetry (:

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