Multilemma

I live in a woman’s body,

But who am I?

A daughter, wife, sister and mother,

A professional, intellectual and homemaker.

A pampered, privileged member of society?

Or consigned to a sub-human existence?

It is all about the Giver of Privileges,

and their Perception.

It is a role imposed on me.

But who am I?

I regressed into past lives,

I was a saint, a guru, a courtesan, an elephant.

Looking down from rarefied mountain peaks,

Or singe-ing my skin in the smoldering heat.

I donned a mature bearded look,

Or flaunted anklets on vermilion-painted feet.

Memories captured in the folds of the soul.

How many bodies have I lived in?

And Who am I ?

Is life a circle, or a linear path?

Does transformation begin at the core or periphery?

Moving from generic to individual roles,

Do I work inwards or outwards first?

If I change, the world will change.

It is not about them anymore,

I know what is best.

I accept only what is acceptable,

And return the rest.