In the bare land
shadow of
an aged tree
Sun
sand
mirage
Sun
sand
mirage
Every dot of the sand
hot with memories
of an old wilderness
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Letters were black
Letters were black
So are the words
They became a platoon
And started the war
Burned entire pages
Anthology
Language
Town, country
I have gone underground
Fearing poems may
Betray me and kill
Letters were mean
So are the words
So are the poems
So are the words
They became a platoon
And started the war
Burned entire pages
Anthology
Language
Town, country
I have gone underground
Fearing poems may
Betray me and kill
Letters were mean
So are the words
So are the poems
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Road to Noyal
1
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
2
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
*
Noyal – A Tamil Village
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
2
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
*
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
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
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