His Queendom Comes!
His Queendom Comes!1 min 95 1 min 95
I can't help but wonder romanticizing spaces where the construct called gender is appropriately understood as a dimensional spectrum rather than being made to enframed (more like 'engraved') into rigid binary borders. The poem celebrates the human amalgamation we are!
The jhumkas chhum chhum
As footsteps prance through
The lane, back from work
And through the lanes of the poised heart.
As red heels sing along the pathway,
They synchronize through the beats
Of the red lipshade
And that of the ecstatic soul.
The Rajasthani folk women embossed on the saree
Dance an extra wave of merrymaking
And whirl on the symphonies of euphoria
As the pallu wafts free in liberty
Through the fresh airs of autonomy
Leaving behind the incongruous self.
He celebrates his selfhood
As he removes the orange nail enamel
And colors his nails into yellow
To sync them with the deep green skirt
And black heels
For the night fiesta.
The gold finches
Perceiving in discern
From the blueberry branches
Melodize their chirruping
As they see him adjusting his royal blue neck piece
Through the golden-yellow locks of hair
That prance in queendom of sauve
Oh, the finches are more mellifluous than ever
I wonder why!
The wine is violet
And smells afresh
As they all cheer with the glasses
And celebrate existences
(Oh yes, the colors red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet represent the lgbt+ flag!)