Friday, October 5, 2007

Jalal ud-Din ar-Rumi, (1207-1273)


Drumsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.
A voice inside the beat says,
"I know you're tired,
but come. This is the way."
Are you jelous of the ocean's generosity?
Why would you refuse to give
this joy to anyone?
Fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups!
They swim the huge fluid of freedom.

Jalal ud-Din ar-Rumi (1207-1273)


In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,

where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do,

and that sight becomes this art.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Existence


My mirror has gone mad.
It throws weird images at me.
In the past
It was sensible.
Once an angel
Once a witch
But always
One image at a time.
Now
There are silent screams
Thrown at my feet
Like empty oyster shells.
Once I caught
A pretty wine glass
Before it caught my eye.
Later
There were faded violets.
Today I was shocked.
It was an egg
Fidgeting in blood
Like a fish out of water.
I swear, it contracted
Like a heart.
Gory, terrifying
It spit out a sperm
and died.
An empty red plastic bag
Horror!
I tremble.....
Before I collapse
I throw my mad mirror
Out through the window
Down to the streets.
I killed it.



Untitled poem is by Nandita K.S. from 'Nanditayude Kavithakal' 2002

Thursday, July 19, 2007

The Bridge


Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.
Entering it
you enter yourself:
the world connects
and closes like a ring.

From one bank to another,
there is always
a body stretched:
a rainbow.

I'll sleep beneath its arches.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Touch



My hands
open the curtains of your being
clothe you in further nudity
uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
invent another body of your body


Certainty



If it is real the white
light from this lamp, real
the writing hand, are they
real, the eyes looking at what I write?

From one word to the other
what I say vanishes.
I know that I am alive
between two parentheses


Friday, June 1, 2007




















♪ഓ മൃദുലേ ഹൃദയവനികയിലൊഴുകി വാ ..

യാമിനിതൻ മടിയിൽ മയങ്ങുമീ ചന്ദ്രികയിലലിയാൻ ..
മനസ്സുമനസ്സുമായ് ചേർന്നിടാം .. ♪
( ഓ മൃദുലേ )
♪ എവിടെയാണെങ്കിലും പൊന്നേ .. നിന്‍ ..സ്വരം ..
മധുഗാനമായെന്നിൽ നിറയും .. ♪
( ഓ മൃദുലേ )
♪ കദനമാണിരുളിലും പൊന്നേ .. നിന്‍ .. മുഖം ..
നിറദീപമായ് എന്നിൽ തെളിയും .. ♪
( ഓ മൃദുലേ )





film song from ' ഞാൻ ഏകനാണ്' lyrics by Sathyan Anthikkadu

Friday, April 6, 2007

ബോധി


ഞാന്‍
നിന്‍റ്റെ വാക്ക്‌ കൊണ്ട് മുറിഞ്ഞവന്‍
‍എന്‍റ്റെ മുറിവിലൂറുന്നത്‌
നിന്‍റ്റെ പ്രണയം
എന്നില്‍ വിങ്ങുന്നത്‌
നീ
എന്നെ നടുവേ പിളര്‍ന്നു നീ
അഗ്നിയാവുക
കനലില്‍ കടഞ്ഞെന്നില്‍
‍ജ്ഞാനം വരയുക
കണ്ണില്‍ തറഞ്ഞെന്നെ
ബുദ്ധനാക്കുക

07 April 2007

Friday, March 30, 2007

Daivathinte Vikruthikal


Irulin maha nidrayil ninnunarthi nee
Niramulla jeevithappeeli thannu.
Ente chirakinnaakaashavum nee thannu
Ninnathma shikharathiloru koodu thannu
Aathma shikharathiloru koodu thannu

Oru kunju poovilum thalir kattilum
ninne neeyay manakkunnathengu vere?
Jeevanozhukumboloru thulli pozhiyathe
nee thanne nirayunna puzhayengu vere?
Kanavinte ithalayi ninneppadarthi nee
viriyichoraakaashamengu vere!

Oru kochu raappaadi karayumbozhum
Naerthoraruvi than thaaraattu thalarumbozhum
Kaniviloru kallu kani madhuramaakumbozhum
Kaalamidarumbozhum
Ninte hrudayathil njanente hrudayam koruthirikkunnu
Ninnilabhayam thiranju pokunnu

Adaruvan vayya....
Adaruvan vayya nin hrudayathil
ninnenikkethu swargam vilichaalum
Uruki ninnaathmaavinnazhangalil Veenu
poliyumbozhanente swargam
Ninniladiyunnathae ... Nithya sathyam.



"Daivathinte Vikruthikal" (cinema), Poem written and sung by Shri Madhisoodanan Nair

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Rainy Night



When dark clouds appeared

I slammed my doors

They never rained, I knew always

But I heard it tapping heavier

On my roof and on my windowpane

I thought it would fade away

As it happened always in past

But she continued drumming outside

Like a lonely street performer

Oh! It is the same old monsoon beats,

My body whispered

Still I dithered, but she went on


Breaking open my window glass

Swiftly she came inside swathing me

Her breath I heard

Its warmth I felt behind

I wet, drenched and drowned in her

Finding solace behind her scented mane

When she hugged and kissed me deep

Wordless I became, and I wept

I wept and sobbed, cuddling her deep…

……

I woke up fumbling on my bed for her

Oh it was a dream, I thought…

In the morning but I have seen

A beautiful rainbow

Through my broken window pane

And found myself smelling rain!



my poem 11.02.2007

Saturday, February 10, 2007

The Looking Glass



Getting a man to love you is easy
Only be honest about your wants as
Woman. Stand nude before the glass with him
So that he sees himself the stronger one
And believes it so, and you so much more
Softer, younger, lovelier. Admit your
Admiration. Notice the perfection
Of his limbs, his eyes reddening under
The shower, the shy walk across the bathroom floor,
Dropping towels, and the jerky way he
Urinates. All the fond details that make
Him male and your only man. Gift him all,
Gift him what makes you woman, the scent of
Long hair, the musk of sweat between the breasts,
The warm shock of menstrual blood, and all your
Endless female hungers. Oh yes, getting
A man to love is easy, but living
Without him afterwards may have to be
Faced. A living without life when you move
Around, meeting strangers, with your eyes that
Gave up their search, with ears that hear only
His last voice calling out your name and your
Body which once under his touch had gleamed
Like burnished brass, now drab and destitute.

poem by Kamala Das

Closing the Kamasutra



In another country at the river’s edge


We lay down in whispering dirt,

Then tried to fix a house with hot hope.

If we live together much longer

I’ll become a cloud in my own soul.

Sweet jasmine floats in a bowl,

A keyboard harbours insects

(Mites in secret laying white eggs).

I must light frankincense to smoke them out

Else the alphabets will fail.

It is written in the Kamasutra --

They embraced not caring about pain or injury,

All they wanted was to enter each other.

This is known as milk-and-water.





Meena Alexander (The Harvard Review 2005) [photo; Mary Mercer 'embrace']