there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest
times
we will know it
we will know it
more than
ever
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that space.
Your are breaking the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone you must break, that your
soul must stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your soul in wonder at the
daily sins of your life, that pain would not seem
less wondrous than your resistance;
And you would accept the seasons of your dead self,
even as you have always accepted the seasons of people who pass over you.
And would you watch with serenity through the
winters of your black grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is that unknown truth by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the hand of treasure,
And as it has been fashioned of the clay which has moistened with His own sacred tears and fire within.
Not often did he wish for things,
He had few petty desires.
“What’ll come will come,” he’d say, with a knowing nod.
And he was sad that way. He would smirk.
Most called him an accomplished man
Who he left the past behind.
His monsters were gone, his sanity pitched in
Defeated at last, his thoughts were gone
Not many were considered truly content those days,
But this man, they said, he’d made it with all he had done wrong,
But how long?
He’d sit by the fire with a cigarette.
He’d read stories to himself, he would read himself to sleep.
But his heart longed for little more, just one final request
Not for himself, but for the woman he loves.
She was impossible to hold a grudge to,
A blessing to the painful diary
Though insecurity engulfed her
Self-esteem was unheard of
Seeing herself through devils’ eyes,
Fixed at her own reflection, but
If the man wanted one last thing,
It would be a day of life, for him to be fixed as well
Plain and simple!
She’d see the way she curled her conversation
Behind one talk when she trembled.
A golden noise, full of excitement,
He wished she knew
That it put everything wrong and she met someone !
Treasure was lost, the man was poor again !
Last minutes of trust, in a story of brothers made of dust
you made me hate me, with no other reflection to see;
Feel the real injection daily, everything seems to poke
we have turned us into a joke;
everything seems to shine,
twinkle bright and scream rhyme;
this verse is for your protection
this verse is killing me and you: action!
lamps out of broken teeth, burns down the broken heart
brother against brother
Yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour.
yet not small enough to be just object and build, just so dark and just so smart.
Yet my free will, will not want to accompanying
the path which leads to action and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up, to be among those in the know, or else be alone.
I want to mirror my image to its fullest misperfection, never be blind or too old
to uphold my weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new life I learned and embraced,
like the everday pain,
like my mother’s face,
like a ship that carried me along to shores away
through the deadliest storm to brightest night.
My fleeting life has come and gone – A wind that blows and passes by.
I feel it has been all too brief,
Just like the blinking of an eye.
To this true word God will attest: The Spirit is the body’s guest, Some day it will vacate the chest so painful.
As birds, freed from their cages, shall fly high in the heavens.
Life, my good man, can be likened To the land that the farmer sows: Lying scattered all over the soil, Some of the seeds sprout, but some die.
Where with what madness has seized me because of You? What is this tumult in my soul that You have instilled?
Because of You I am in a state of disarray.
It’s not my norm to behave this way.
I came evil and chaste from the two worlds, Purified by the fire of Your Love divine.
That fire You have lit in my soul
Shall be my guide, eternal and sublime.
Where is the eye that can see You?
The Beloved is there, but the eyes are blind. We are lost in our own veil,
While everywhere Your vision prevails.
Empowerment as a methodology is often associated with feminism. The subject of empowerment of women has becoming a burning issue all over the world including India since last few decades and has changed the overview and the status of this global issue. It is held that women now cannot be asked to wait for any more equality.
In other words, “Empowerment is not giving people power; people already have plenty of power, in the wealth of their knowledge, confidence, and motivation, to do their jobs magnificently. Empowerment occurs through the improvement of conditions, standards, events, and a global perspective of life. The status of women in India has been subject to many great changes over the past few millennia which directly or indirectly has impacted the women’s reforms in Kashmir as well.
In the last five decades, the concept of women empowerment has undergone a sea change from a welfare-oriented approach to an equity approach. It has been understood as the process by which the powerless gain greater control over the circumstances of their lives.
Empowerment particularly includes control over resources and ideology. It leads to a growing intrinsic capability greater self-confidence, and an inner transformation of one’s consciousness that enables one to overcome external barrier or a social taboo.
This view mainly emphasizes on two important aspects.
Firstly, it is a power to achieve desired goals but not a power over others.
Secondly, idea of empowerment is more applicable to those who are powerless- whether they are male or female, or group of individuals, class or caste. Though concept of empowerment is not specific to women, yet it is unique in that and it cuts across all types of class and caste and also within families and households.
Key Benefits
1) Gender Empowerment
2) Gender-based development
3) Equal in Dignity and Rights
Key Impacts
a) Status of Women in a Family
b) Eradicating Gender Violence
c) Domestic Violence Against Women
d) Educate the Woman for a better Tomorrow
e) Guarantee and Safeguard the Right of Women
Conclusion:
As noted by United Nations human right states, we are born equal under a common law, But years after passage of the UN common law, about all human beings born equal in dignity, issues of gender inequality continues to persist in our everyday lives, the rights of today`s women continue to be a nightmare or not respected, researchers have done so many researchers exposing the flaws in most parts of the world as to some of the causes of Human rights against women.
Where most of the countries are creating a passage for all of its working sectors, to grant women equal rights and opportunity, equal in education, jobs and dignity, their right to lead, and be respected, and be a decision maker, the right to choose her own soul mate, to receive equal pay with her male counterpart, time has come for the UN, social and political leaders to ensure states governments impose this law to its latter.
Equal allocation of job opportunities and leadership, this, if implemented, will be the beginning of better things to come. As a society empowered equally can succeed equally.
As if it was a scene made-up by my mind,
that is not mine, but is a made place in my mind,
that is mine, it is so near to the heart,
an eternal pasture folded in all thought
so that there is a hall there in
that is a made place, created by light
where from the shadows that are forms fall.
Wherefrom fall all architectures I am
I say are likenesses of the First Beloved
whose flowers are flames lit to the Lady.
She it is Queen Under The Hill
whose hosts are a disturbance of words within words that is a field folded.
It is only a dream of the grass blowing
east against the source of the sun
in an hour before the sun’s going down
whose secret we see in a children’s game
of ring a round of roses told.
Often I am permitted to return to a meadow
as if it were a given property of the mind
that certain bounds hold against chaos,
that is a place of first permission,
everlasting omen of what is.
Yesterday, so far away, yet close enough to feel
Images within my mind, but which ones are real
Scents, I wonder where they’re from and why they make me think
From my well of history, I slowly take a drink
I’ve seen a million things go by, but each was just a glance
I sat below and watched the stars who twinkled as they dance
I heard the cries, the laughs; the prayers, carried on the breeze
And heard the quiet “I Love You’s” that were whispered through the trees
I tasted sweet pain, and tears from the broken ones
And tasted the bitterness of words, potent venom of yours
I felt the emptiness embrace as the night stole you away
And the skeletons of existence that rattle through the days
But, when a song triggers a memory, one I thought I’d lost
I close my eyes and drift away, dancing with my ghosts
if I look at the crystal moon filled with emptiness, at the red branch of the cold winter through window,
if I go near the fire of desire, the soulful ash or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, were little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, or I shall already left the world abide.
If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,
remember that on that day, at that hour,
I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But if each day, each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.
Mohammad Jazim 