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Mother's bindi, My bindi
the point at which creation begins,
what does it matter, ma!
piercing orbs cut in two
sewn unfastened by unruly tentacles
and in between lies
why does it matter!
a single tear-drop of a million
women
their cries rippling,
get rid of it!
they watch with their third
and warn of the trap
capturing clouded light,
you don’t need it anymore!
just as the eyes lure in radiance and
deviously encage it,
the burden of a spiraling trap of
disowning what brings tenor in life
makes way.
.
a moment of heat, brief security,
like the wind coerced into a cocooned gossamer veil,
I felt as I walked with her, gripping her fingers,
our leveled staccato footfalls
losing tempo
as eyes peered up at the middle of her forehead
and pierced through the veil,
wavering my steps,
why do you still wear it ma! I had asked,
“they look at you funny and keep
asking me these silly questions!”
questions that I had no answer to
so I screamed with my lidded mouth,
clenched my anxiety tightly within my fist,
and floundered,
because how was I to know the reason why
you cling on to that dot as hard
as it clings on to you,
like it gives you meaning just
as you give it meaning,
a mutual bond, agreement, of sorts to remember where
you, and I, and it comes from,
when, I wonder, did my feet fall into step again
into a metronome,
and clenched fists turned to slacken fingers
that align the speckle between my brows,
and offer another dimension to my
vision .
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In the Nasadiya Sukta (Hymn of Creation), the middle of the forehead is said to be the point at which creation begins, the seat of concealed wisdom, and the focal point of the subconscious mind that serves as the third eye.
In the Bangladesh Liberation War of 1971, which was partially religiously motivated, hindu women were easily identifiable and targeted because of the bindi on their forehead. They were brutally raped and murdered, and yet they continued to square their shoulders, tighten their sarees and raise their heads in an attempt to fight back. They were not going to have their culture torn away from them as easily as one can tear off a bindi
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