Friday 28 March 2008

A Silence of ‘un’s

Every unspoken word
rings in my mind like
the echo of silence
along the valleys.
In the resonances
of its penetrating voice,
I drive into myself,
deeper and deeper.
Is it calm?
Is it eerie?
or, is it a vacuum?
Deep within me,
I find,
fragments of unvoiced thoughts.
I do not know
how to reconstruct them.
I do not know their shapes.

Wednesday 26 March 2008

DEATH

Death,
in itself,
is not the
Ultimate truth.
It becomes so,
When compared with
life, and equated with
a progressive pattern leading
to an abrupt
End.

MEMORIES OF A REVISIT

On my native land,
After a Ramanic exile,
for just two weeks
of pleasant acquaintance.

Years that have gone by
Show as wrinkles
On people’s faces.

Scores of faces—few
That I remember, None distinctly,
Some that have been revived in the memory
by photographs;
hundreds that have been heard of—
A jungle of faces that know me,
but whom I know nothing about.

The land that smells different:
Sometimes the common stench,
Sometimes a unique fragrance,
And lots to remember
for a long time hence.

The people that seem familiar—
The wavy black hair,
Oily dark faces,
Thick moustaches, and
Delightful accents.

The routines that assume
a fascinating surprise—
The temple- visits,
The bus travels,
The tea- shop rendezvous
and playtime blues.

The attire that pleases
the eyes forever—
The kasavu saree,
The gold, the bangles,
and the pattu- pavadas.

One by one,
they recede from memory,
As one goes back to one’s land of settlement.
And once again,
The faces,
The people,
The lifestyle,
and The tradition
That you grew up seeing...

Monday 24 March 2008

Chaos

I dreamed all night
Of arms coiling around my bosom,
With the tenderness of love
Wrapping me in raptures.

Suddenly, the dream shifts
to coiling snakes round trees
And blankets wrapping
the victims of fire.

With the tides of those dreams,
I turned and shifted in sleep,
And woke up,
More in chaos than ever,
Without realizing the reasons.