Dream, it's your dimeI'll keep writing till it makes me sickI'll keep floating till they force me back to earthI'll find water for washing And sandy places to do the ablutionsUntil another bell ringsFrom another corner that saysDreamtime done nowFind your moral compassAnd act on it
Tracing water when the flooding rains came We sloshed through sheets of water on the sand Braving serpents, snakes and insectsWe followed contours of the landIt was short lived but violent, its force, its majesty, cliches that grow offhandBut seeing water gather from that streaming sky? Watching gutters burst? and downpour sounds? These are love earth gives, symbols we can ...
Forcing soil never seemed to beThe right thing in this part of the world Digging pits for rain or collecting moisture seemed to be a one way ticket to hellFinding time to shore up your work In a climate that forced you, not the soil into indolenceIntolerance, irascibility, extenuating circumstances like exhaustion, heat rash, delicate skinAll these circumstances mitigated against ...
I like to use poetry to capture, to loosen, to expand and to send to the remotest smallnesses, the poetess told him as an aside watching the village sun dimI found it amusing she said to find people whose wading into this world found it like slippery tilesIt soothes me she said in a place where heated brains holding terribly ...
Growing testy after verges, exploding open like the dead hard legs of crabs in a human mawShe wondered, when will this dust stop? Abate, conceal, assume proportions miniature, opaqueFighting muggy sleep in the last hours before dark, her fan appropriated sounds of the outsideAnd forced its gently whirring symphony upon the restless ear it swung and shone in deepening distressThe ...
Let a lucid breeze cover and conveyLet a cloud of ice settle in its vergeLet a can of music open in your heartLet a leafy green follow wishing to go onLet a motor sounding carry bobbing headsLet a language tighten as it loosens its verbiageLet a bell clang ringing from a kovil placeLet a bell clang ringing from a bovine ...
Forcing even thoughts on rocky pavement Losing one concentrationnot an acceptable outcomein a situation whereLosing another concentration is the goal. Too much weighty stuff at stakeToo much worrying can break. In one day!To see a baby eagle fall from the nestTo see a fat long rat snake sinuous in the sandBreaking its cross across the crossingHiding low in the leafy ...
Begone money!I want to be rid of these wads of rupees, whatever they're worth in USDIt's my birthday!And I want to spend the day buying nice stuff for the people I love, no matter Lighten up!I feel like lightening my load. Whatever it takes and whoever I have to paySend me flying!Try holding me down with carats or grams on ...
I find that JaffnaThat is I think that JaffnaWill create new mines of thinkingMines of dreamsMines of aromasMines of noisesMines of effortBringing forth Always bringing forthBringing forth and forwardMoving up through watersMurky waters of Murky waters of time and emotion A space like a candleA Nallur-like entrywayIts open temple jawsA maw of time travelTrancelikeIf you go barefoot Trancelike If you ...
It frustratesto portray dustjust as crushed earth and bone It frustratesto think of an eggonly as foodIt frustrates to say"Dad taught me how to be a man"As it frustrates to believeincense, when burnt, is just ash
Its flatness threatens and beckonsIts couplets roar and whisperIts breakings are tidings Its distances are life dreamsIts greyness is characterIts blueness is reflectionIts greatness is individuality and spreadIts worry is staying in its container, its bounds These truths rediscovered Form a tablet to hunker down with
Selva is most improvedWho controlled the lolling of his tongueWho learned to bathe and wash his shirtWho greets each day with joyAnd whose joy is in his improvement, his energy, his own happiness, his wry smile, the belt he must double up to accommodate his tiny waistSelva anticipates if you want a drinkAnd brings you the right glassAnd hops to ...
1. YOU KNOW EVERY FACEUnfinished incense and dazzling camphorDrumming, chanting, carts and bells As a child you ran on these back roads leading to the festivalUndangered, safe, wild with the smell of cousins and sweets Where now as an adult you know every faceEven the faces and their children's faces that come from Canada The Canadians dress in holy garbTheir ...
1. The Courts and Corridors In the region behind the closed door"I don't even know what I have anymore," you told me. Behind the door that was closedYou explored courts and corridorsCourtyards and corners You looked at everything and there was a lot for you to see and a lot you sawYou were surprised by images you'd seen beforeIn a ...
The crazy thing I guessIs that everybody knows itEverybody feels itEverybody talks itThe feelings are mutualDistrust, fear, hateA bristling, crackling, burningWhip, whiplash, tarringWith discontent and angerWith jealousy and rageQuiet or noisyDemonstrated or secretFound terms of inner terrorShared with family and friendsFound on FacebookProudly photographedCommunities of hateCommunities of fearWhat do they have waiting?What's in store?What's more of the samein a place ...
That you should not be tortured by the curse of self-doubtThat you should be able to express yourself and be understoodThat you should be healthy enough that discomfort, pain, and weakness are rarely felt and when you feel them you know they're not normal. That you should be patient enough with yourself to be patient with others. That you recognize ...