Complete woman

The dust particles have settled nicely,
refusing to give way

To all my sincere and insincere efforts
Of trying to be a complete woman

Yes I try that everyday

trying to try to be a complete woman

no it is not mentioned in the dictionary
this definition of a complete woman
I even searched the web
For a complete definition
Of a complete woman

The thesaurus also refuses to help me
It tells me-Not found

So I search for HER in other-
Other complete/incomplete women

Could she be the woman called a maid
Who tenders to everything and everyone in the house
Her’s and her master’s
Or
Could she be the prostitute who
Lets herself be used/abused
For there is no option for her
Or
The news reader I see everyday on TV
With dark circles under her eyes
Concealed with make up

Or the seamstress next door
Who got widowed young
And is a grandma now
But still works on the iron
10 hours a day

or the woman on a construction site
along with her husband with a child tied on her back
breaking the stones, carrying kilos of bricks

or my colleague/s
who gets a decent salary and cribs about
how much the maid charges

or the actress
who stated in her interview-I feel complete after having a child

is it an answer?

will the function of bearing a child make me complete
or make me feel complete
or incomplete

it is haunting
this -a complete woman.


2.2.2006

My children……………

Leave me alone with all the utensils
I will tell them to take care of themselves
To be always neat and clean
To wash themselves on their own
And serve me like the female serves the man

I clean them like my children
Cleaning them with all my love and detergent
Taking care not to hurt them

They are like the obedient children-
Providing me with all the options
Yearning for my attention always

but how do I explain it to them-
my immobile kids
not to trouble their mother like this
not to get dirty every time I use them

are they not happy being together
all of them all the time?
With their own spaces
When people don’t have places to live in?

Or is it their revenge on me
To punish me every time I use them?

Do not all parents use their kids
And not clean them every time?
And have numerous expectations
Without being with their children when
They need them the most?

Oh my babies,
Don’t trouble me like this
It hurts me too much.

2005

A symphonic composition

The ingredients are all there
Undusted furniture
Unmopped floor
The dirty shelf
With used utensils
And the dirty linen in the washing machine

Accompanied by the dripping flush
An unmade bed
With slippers all over the house
And the ticking of the clock

Sometimes disturbed by the ringing of the cell phone

It all awaits
To be put in its proper place
All-
The dust
The shoes
The dirt
The bed
The cigarette butts

But why to disturb it all
When all the ingredients are there

For a symphony!

(4.2.2006)