
Chitra Gopalakrishnan, a New Delhi-based journalist and a social development communications consultant, uses her ardor for writing, wing to wing, to break firewalls between nonfiction and fiction, narratology and psychoanalysis, marginalia and manuscript and tree-ism and capitalism.
Espying Through The Third Eye

Visual: Souparno Banerjee
At fifty-nine, the lines on my face and body read as tattoos of aging
As a sign that life has played itself out on my anatomy, wholly, thoroughly
My frame is a perforation of needle-jabs
A brittle commotion of calligraphy honeycombed into contours, craters and ravines
A bodywork that the world sees as the archetypal crone
As a wise woman mostly, a swan in the sunlight
But sometimes, as a sinister form, like steel wrapped in silk
But I say my body has no language of form, time or space
I am the maiden, mother and the crone, wise and sinister
A kaleidoscope of realities in one whole
Ruling the realm of the heaven, earth and underworld
Joining the past, present and the future in a sacred continuity
Shining as pure light, in all colors, its singleness un-scattered, yet with no hue
And surging like a river uninterrupted in its headwater, channel and mouth
My spirituality that began at the groin, has ascended up my back, and returned to my navel
Throwing useful conceptual techniques like space, time, age, action and inaction, good and bad, beautiful and ugly into a spin
Combining terror, beauty and knowledge instead while also dissolving fear and regret
This in its knowing that natural events balance themselves by seeking their opposites
And that all life is destruction and healing, a mix of youth and aging, both at the same time, and then over and over again
I now look within and keep my 36,000 Indian gods and goddess alive inside
I gather water, fire and light and bring them to a single point
I mutate into the moon above water that sits with the universe, yet in solitude
Contemplating silence, the subtle in its life, perfectly, effortlessly
Aware that the process of balance is at the heart of all healing