Tuesday, August 18, 2009

The Road to Noyal

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Road, a blazing black strip

And a wayside sign

- Noyal, 20 KM

Sleeping in midday heat



A lust burned inside me

Seeing the raw magnificence


I urinated in the dry soil

Amorously touching her with my

Warm arch of urine

Slowly something spread in me

And somehow felt, I am pregnant


The village

Grown in me, minute by minute

Second by second

Along with her history and hope

Small huts, bright colors

Graceful Tamil slang,

Sugar cane fields, dry lands, buffalo, rats

Grasshoppers, crows, bullock carts

Tube wells, tamarind trees, bicycles

Folklores, culture, music

- An entire village within me


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Yesterday night, burning

With feverish hallucinations

Yelling and vomiting

Everything I carried inside for centuries

Came out, making my room the village


Small huts, bright colors

Sugar cane fields, dry lands,

Buffalo, rats

Grasshoppers, crows, bullock carts

Tube wells, tamarind trees, bicycles

Filled my room


The road to Noyal coiled and coiled

In my room like placenta

I shut tight my eyes and lay curled

Warm, as in a womb


A horn shook my room

And a wayside sign glowed

In the beam of a passing truck

– Noyal, 0 KM

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Noyal – A Tamil Village

Saturday, July 11, 2009


am raining


Rain is rain is rain
drizzling on my face
dripping through my eyes
to the gutters
of black and white memories


GO
FIND UR WIND
HUG
GO WITH IT
TO THE HORIZON
STILL
ORANGE WITH
THE SMILE OF
FADING SUN

its a shadow
of me
of my liquid self
i flow and flow

A KISS
MELT ME TO THE CORE
WHERE I STILL AM ALONE
WET
LIKE A MOUSE
IN A RAT TRAP

I TOUCH U IN ME

am raining
Earth
Glows on the
Tip of a green leaf

Where
A sparkle of dew drop
Dangles

The halo of wet soil
On a frozen
Moment

Thursday, April 30, 2009

alchemy

Drizzling midnight with
Pradeep and Kavi
Sharing the eerie silence of
Kozhikkode beach

Silver sand
Cement bench
Orange street lights
Rain
The odor of the armpit of
Vasco da Gama
Vodka
- Cocktail of our friendship

From the unkempt hair of Pradeep
Saline music
Trickled to the bluish sand

There was no sky above
For Kavi
To conquer a starry night
Slowly
He retraced his footsteps
To translate the hollow streets beyond

With reverence
Pradeep touched the ocean
Two surfs forming his wings

An alchemist
Spreading the wings
He stood over the ocean

Singing soulfully
‘Pottithakarnna Kinavinte Mayyath
Kettippidichu Karayunna penne…’

Transforming the
Alkaline water
Into sparkling alcohol

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Hey woman, tearfully hugging
The remains of a broken dream..

Monday, April 20, 2009

Adam and Eve

Trapped in a room

The cloud

Heard dialogues of

An old couple

Cold

It rained on the love

Scattered around the room