Friday, November 16, 2012

ഗന്ധങ്ങളിലൂടെ


പ്രണയത്തില്‍
ഗന്ധങ്ങളിലൂടെ
നിന്നെയറിഞ്ഞു
മുല്ലപൂക്കളും റോസാ
ദളങ്ങളിലും
ആശയും
മത്തുമായി
നിന്നോടുള്ള
മൃഗതൃഷ്ണ.

കരിഞ്ഞ മണം
സ്വപ്നങ്ങളുടെ
അഥവാ, പ്രണയത്തിന്റെ
ചിതയില്‍ നിന്നും.
ചീഞ്ഞടിഞ്ഞ മണം.

ഒടുവില്‍ മണത്തതു
കേള്‍ക്കാന്‍
കഴിയാത്ത
തേങ്ങലാണ്.
നിരാശയുടെ
ചന്ദനമുട്ടിയില്‍
എരിഞ്ഞടങ്ങിയത്
ഞാനാണ്‌, നീയുമാണ് !

മരവിപ്പില്‍, ഗന്ധങ്ങള്‍ക്ക്
സ്ഥാനമില്ലന്നറിഞ്ഞു
മറ്റിന്ദ്രിയങ്ങള്‍
പ്രവര്‍ത്തിച്ചു തുടങ്ങി,
പതിയെ പതിയെ !

Thursday, November 15, 2012

The Sudden Rain


The sudden rain,
crouched
then splashed
on pebbles,
cobbled paths,
tinned roof,
on the concrete props,
tarred road

it muffled its thud
on mowed grass:
a cultivated sadness.

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Sharmila





Sharmila, your hunger
does not gut
our city-bellies any more
You are just an
intravenous drug
taped to our
memory

We remember you when
we need to forget you, 
we need you to
rally for the kingdom
of conscience we have lost
while marrying your nation to yours.

Sharmila,your youth are
buried in our consciousness too-
they pack our restaurants,
massage parlours
taikwando classes,
your lissome women
we desire,
their serpentine charms
we seek at night only
to forget at day time

Sharmila, you live
contradicting our convictions
that passive struggle can
only remain passive,
you remind us that
our empathy is just another
meaningless-virtual act,
behind the scenes,
you remind us that
your life is our constant
struggle to resist your deeds
your remind us
the impossibility to erase
your land from the nation's memory,
your passiveness
reminds us the violence
we inflict on you,
your women bare themselves
to us just to show that rapes
can destroy, but never defeat.

Your young men die
and kill in your land,
or the one's who serve in
those lurid restaurants
in the town, or the lotus-
eaters who forget their plight
with the lure of sex and drugs,
when you fizzle out for them
we have no metaphors to
describe, no hyperbole
to praise you,

We can only remember to
forget the woman taped
to hunger and nerves,
in a land far, far away from us!

Monday, November 05, 2012

Go Back to Your Love






Go back to your love
Go back to the memories, live them
do not let death stalk you,
let not its coldness spread
into your heart like lichen,
keep the fire alive and
kindle it,
poke at it, blow at it
like an old housemaid,
bring alive a dying hearth,
poke till embers fly, and sparks spurt,
let the cities be warmed by your fire
let snow-turfs thaw and
then listen to your heart
slowly coming alive
with her music
follow her,
she will take your down to the
alleys of warmth
and your nightmares will end

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