Sunday, July 22, 2007


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.
There are silent screams
Thrown at my feet
Like empty oyster shells.
Once I caught
A pretty wine glass
Before it caught my eye.
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
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


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


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