Latent Space

I am a woman.
I am the genesis of origin. I am the one who brings forth life.

I create. I am the beginning. The one who heralds life. I am that omen which speaks of the times to come. Within me emerges the desire - the form. I am the precursor of glory and also of gloom. I am the story. I am the start.

I am joy. I am pleasure. I am love and I am lust. I am worshipped and yet I sin. I am the change and I am also the one who thwarts. I am in prayers. I am in transgression. I am a lover’s pride and at times his scorn.

I am passion. I am beauty. I am in your art.
I am the desire - That which sometimes you hesitate to speak of.

I am the mother. I am the wife. I am torn into a thousand parts. And yet I stoop and pick you up.
And as I collect the scattered remains and gather each of them round my bosom, I fall another time. I die a million deaths.


On Women's Day, 8th March.