Monday, September 24, 2012

An absence, a song


  Girl in Yellow and Blue with Guitar by Henri Matisse
Loss became a gain,
Your absence a song, 
How then can I complain, 
despite the pain?
For wouldn't it be cruel, 
to deprive the sunshine world,
of a season of soul stirring rain?

- Neha

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

Starry Night Over the Rhone by Vincent Van Gogh
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying of the sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

- Francis William Bourdillon

Monday, September 17, 2012

Silence of Words

For whom the bell tolls by Neha

[ Now I come to you full of future. And from habit we begin to live our past - Rainer Maria Rilke ]

So you remained silent
Silent with a million words in your blue grey eyes
Silent - not because you had nothing to say
Silent - because you did not know where to start

- Neha

Since feeling is first


 Lorette a la tasse de cafe by Henri Matisse
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

- e. e. cummings

Sunday, September 16, 2012

One Request (to Half the Sky Movement and Amy Grant)

Only One World by Neha
You stand for her, me and for us
You stand for all that should be good
You stand for all that must be good
You stand for women who hold up half the sky

But you do one thing not quite right
You call us the women of third world
Don't you know there is only one world ?
This distinction of first, second, third
Is in itself a barrier to your dreams for our common world

So continue your work
Spread the word
Please work for "world women", just drop the third.

- Neha Misra

An Open Letter

I wrote this piece in a rather calm defiance of the word "third world", triggered (read inspired) by a Facebook post by Nick Kristof's Half the Sky movement with a message from Amy Grant:
"My contribution, 'Third World Women,' was written years ago with my dear friend Chris Eaton... I can't think of a better 'home' for this song than as part of this very important project. I hope and pray for a better, safer world to be a woman no matter what corner of the world you call home." 
         - Amy Grant 
I greatly admire Nick Kristof and Half the Sky movement, as also Amy Grant's voice ( that I grew up listening to on now antique cassettes that I used to play in loop as a teenage girl), and her support for this very important cause. But I have never been a fan of the term "third world" ( having my own roots in the developing world with hundreds of years of colonial history). First, we should have "one world" and not a world divided into classes of first, second, third. Two, it (third world) is a cold war term which should be shed away really in my view.

It is just a word ( two actually), some may say, but then words are powerful. So here's my request - can we please stand for our shared world - one world?

What do you think?

One World Woman,
Neha Misra ( @LightSolar)

Thursday, September 06, 2012

Clenched Soul


San Giorgio Maggiore by Twilight by Claude Monet
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues. 

- Pablo Neruda