Sunday, August 29, 2010

ഫിസിക്കല്‍ ഇന്‍സട്രക്ടര്‍

Preacher man don't tell me, heaven is under the earth,
I know you don't know what life is really worth
Its not all that glitter is gold,
I got story aint never been told
So now you see the light
You stand up for your rights- Bob Marley

അയാള്‍ എന്നെ അടിമുടി
നോക്കികൊണ്ട്‌ പറഞ്ഞു.
സ്ത്രീ എന്നാല്‍ ശരീരം.
പണ്ട്  പെണ്ണുങ്ങള്‍ക്ക്‌
tread മില്‍ വേണ്ട, diet വേണ്ട
അരി ആട്ടിയും ഇടിച്ചും പൊടിച്ചും 
കടഞ്ഞെടുത്ത ഉടല്‍,
 ഇന്നോ?  ദുര്‍മേദസ്
കാര്‍ന്നുതിന്ന ശരീരങ്ങള്‍,
മിക്സിയും ഗ്യാസ്സുമൊക്കെ
നശിപ്പിച്ചല്ലോ  മോളെ  ശരീരം.
സ്വാതന്ത്ര്യം കിട്ടീട്ടും
നിങ്ങള്‍ക്കു സന്തോഷമുണ്ടോ ?
അതുമില്ല,  പണ്ടത്തെ അമ്മമാര്‍ക്ക്
മനസ്സ്  നിറയെ ഭര്‍ത്താവിനെ
 സേവിച്ച   സംതൃപ്തിയായിരിക്കാം

താലിബാനും  അഫ്ഗാനിസ്ത്രീയുടെ
സംതൃപ്തി  പ്രചരിപ്പിക്കും,
പണിയെടുത്തു എല്ല് നുറുങ്ങിയ
സന്തോഷം തത്കാലം സ്ത്രീകള്‍
വേണ്ടാന്ന് വെച്ചാലോ?
ഞാന്‍ തറുതല പറഞ്ഞില്ല
പേ വാക്കിനു പൊട്ടന്‍ ചെവി

Saturday, August 28, 2010

The coconut tree in our yard

The tree was a sapling when
we moved to our new house,
my brother and I played in the
tank below, healed our bruises
with its magical dust scrapped
with our nails from its fronds,
I dont know if we were happy
then, as he worried about his
job and I, my husband;
passports to our dreams; when
I plucked out petals from a flower 
to see if I'd marry my neighbor,
 I cried near the sapling
when the last petal was a 'no'

The tree grew up with us
bears fruits every month,
though not enough for home
it is still our sole provider of
dessicated coconut, though we
have outlived our need for its
leaves which were once
shelter and firewood
My brother moved out of the
house to far away towns
and I moved in to the house
from far away towns.

I see the bruises the tree bears
unable to heal itself with its magical dust,
the sickles, insects and toddy-tappers
have left their marks,the stretch marks
have worn down its once- elegant trunk

Every night, I see the silhouette
of the lonely tree, it peeps in,
to hear my lonely gasp and the wisps
of my pasts that tears into my sleep.

The tree is witness to my movement
As I, witness to its stasis,
right now, in our middle life
we bear fruits still, though
not enough for everyone's needs!

Thursday, August 05, 2010

He who hath not sinned

Sakineh Ashtiani!
our generation's
Mariam Magdalene,
When your fate was
sealed, did
you wait for your
Christ yet gain?

We watch you with
our television eyes,
voyeurism is the stone
we have kept aside to
pelt on you, your
illicitness titillating us,
all we can think of
are the medieval laws
that have handcuffed you,
or the body that you are
with all its specialty,
thus called a woman!

Knowing little that
our gaze on you is sinful,
we feel the pinch of
injustice. We call the press
to stress on the "barbaric,
abhorrent" in your fate,
we cry foul while you
were scourged at first
before exposing your dirt.

An explosive that may burst
or die away with a damp miff,
you're a sensation to the news-
starved youth, you die or not!
yet you need no Christ to save
you scrawling on the sand,
we have already sinned,
you are absolved now !

Monday, August 02, 2010

Day's Rites

It never dawned
so easily for us
our nights were long
as we always heard the
sea trash and knock on
our lids, then
the purest cicadas
in their effervescence
with the forest rain
hemmed into our desire

Everyday we turned
on our orbits
the chill reluctance of
the sizzling noons
the voluptuous evenings
clouded by the
darkness of our
sleep-heavy lids

reigned when
we slept sated
like angels
balming our
eyes for the
next day's rites


I am the song that
flows out of your flute
your senses nurture me
with their joy, lust
anger and lethargy

I started dreaming for you
when I met you after many lives,
I wove a rainbow to your
eyes, your nightmares
were mine too,
they kept me awake
and drenched in tears

I learned to curse you
like a Caliban
learned your
language to love you,
caress and wither
with words

If you remember, the
dewdrops tasted the honey
of my kisses, when love opened
the door, we flinched
and rushed out feeling
the distance of our bodies.

we loved with a love that
men often feared
we were Mephistophelean too
bargaining for each other's soul
swapping them for
the fatal kiss of love

We lived in these fables
the myriad emotions of tear,
longing and vengeance
we knew that the moon climbs the sky
fades in its frontiers
only to creep into the
tulip clouds to shine once again


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