GOA
Don't go gentle into that good sea
Inside the chapel
A shark awaits baptism
sea
No oceans in transoxiana
but your eyes tell me
what tides have ebbed
sunset and sunrise
asleep, like lovers
in a grain of sand
©Umar trivandrum
http://www.respectance.com/ScarlettKeeling
BURYING FAUSTUS
Satan's morgue
Solar mustard
Love's chamber
Bitch Helen.
Surrender Mist
Prophet's snow
Republic of lust
Grammar of gain.
Sunday morn
water colour
River desert
Hitchcok mom.
You forgot
Thine apple
Search and rescue,
Antique Adam.
Million stars
Ravish Joyce
Even as termites venerate
Venereal Earth.
Jesus wept.
©Umar trivandrum
KAVYA
Rasa should fill the poet
like wine does a pot
unless pot with wine is brimming
the poet is but wasting ink.
Sometimes the poet is a broken pitcher
watering, till it leaks from the cracks,
taking a break once in a while
passing piss and something else.
©umar trivandrum
http://www.poemhunter.com/
come and see the shit in the streets
come and see the shit in the streets
come and see the shit in the streets
Undivided Family
I feel an orphan
A family is forming itself, alien
Not group, gang, junta, cabal; but
Family, pure and simple, lovely,
Sweet, gooey, nice, fragrant, soft, coo
I feel an orphan
I'm not rebel, loner, eccentric, strange
mad, furious, angry, young; and yes
mom and dad, both are alive, yet
a family is forming itself, alien
I feel an orphan
Soon the juniors will be here
Little feet pattering, on the
Corridors, some will be adopted
This family will have kids
I feel an orphan
These guys are evolution, even as
JNUSU is vanilla and orchids upon them
I wait for Angelina Jolie, to place
Her palm beneath my chin, kind eyes.
I'll call her mama
BLINDNESS
a hill is razed
the unseen takes form
it's the mind that exults
P-INK
Winter segues into spring
French woman comes visiting
Madame Bougainvillea
KAFFIR
Long ago
An Irish priest,
Seeking India
Set sail from Belfast,
Found a man
hunched over
On a phallic rock
Scratching an itch.
I know not
what became
Of priest or man
But when I
Sit on a rock, and
Reach over to scratch
The itch is still there.
POCO
Back from the British Library ,
I’ve just finished reading “The Spectator”
And is listening to Kathleen Kaff
On the BBC
When comes swarming in
Mosquitoes, black flowers and
A legion of English gentlemen.
HEADACHE
I wish
I had no brain
A moon
Had risen from my heart
And a smoke of letters
Filled
The empty oceans. SEA
====
Suffocated somewhere
Within the depths of the blues
Was Noah’s ark.
The souls aboard
Bubbled out to the surface
Looked the sun straight in the eye
And caused the greenhouse effect.
The fish died in sleep
Leaving a dream floating on the surface
Crammed into a skull,
Where a thousand butterflies
Tickling to death,
An innocent dream.
Wind was sheared from the wave
And subjected to
Solitary confinement
In a shell,
Leaving me adrift.
TELEPATHY
==========
A poem
In someone’s heart
Like a wad of cotton
Among hospital refuse
Giving my brain,
A greenish tinge.
HOLLOW MAN
================
My thoughts were like
Ripples in space
I set down to compose them
They coiled into a brush
And polished the vacuum
A part of me-so abstract
Suddenly fragmented into
Wind,water and glass.
And somebody else’s sleep
Caught up with me
With a shudder.
DNA
====
They came from the papal state
And hadn’t been to a kindergarten
And exclaimed,
“little men!we should be in Gulliver’s land”
the ‘men’ suddenly grew up
as if by mutation
and took the fathers
down the ages.
Till ,
A sense of still being there
Gripped them and they hastened up
Only to be frozen
In test tubes.
MAGNITUDE
=============
A stream
Flowing in dark and white
Through time
Like a revelation.
But ,
Never allow it
To mirror
A rainbow
For it will come alive
In various proportions
And poison the ocean
Causing tsunamis.
THE SHAM I SPEAK
====================
What are these pieces of twisted tissue
Flanking my skull
Like some internal organ pushed outside
Was it there just when I was born?
(where is that silence gone?)
When did these organs start jutting out?
Often I look in the mirror
With head turned sideways-looking:
But I don’t know them
I make faces trying to move them.
They are held in place
By a hole
That reaches somewhere into me.
I have seen people
Who could move their ears
The pair closing on the skull,
Like seedlings at night.
My grandfather strangled himself
Trying to get the wind out of his head
They are like valves
And keep everything within me
Muffled.
Still when I reach for them
And rub
Just to know
The pain is there.
SEPIA
============
My father is in the backyard
Selling off his property ,in portions
He sends for me
To where he stands behind a bush
As tall as him,
It’s shadow on his forehead.
He asks for his medicine water,
Urgent;
He drains the glass quickly
And walks back
To where they are felling a tree.
Suddenly ,
The surroundings become a picture postcard
And every second, an autobiography .
THIRTEEN
===========
When I’ am dead and buried
The mouth should come detachable
It’s walls coated with pith
The tongue a shade of green
Like a leaf.
BLISTERS ON A SUPERFICIAL SURFACE
====================================
I sitting here ,hunched over
Have a vision of scare
In red.
A cylinder of gas ,
Bursting
Over(somebody)
Leaving a tree of yellow flames.
I sitting here,find myself
Upon the cylinder;red
Fate-compressed
Getting up,
I think of history
Think
Think
And think of nothing
(closing my eyes
I forget the cylinder
It being empty)
I, standing here,braindead.
CUCKOO
I was mocking the cuckoo
When it flew away
Not getting the joke.
MEMOIR
Mathru devo bhava
But what I remember most is
The day she called me
And showed me her breasts
With scales setting in
Circular pyramids of
Translucent flakes.
With the labyrinths exposed
Inside out
Like a sea anemone.
I’ am an albino, colourless
But all her other kids are green.
poesy
The teacher
reading out from
Edgar Allan Poe,
of a woman who,
of passion died
at the age of seventeen. ,
paused
to point at the girls,
”just your age,
on the cusp of womanhood.
Aren’t they beautiful?
yes,
everyone of them”
when a painful joy
filled the classroom .
And half the class
a garden of wounded roses
MEDICAL COLLEGE
The people you see,
Twisted, wilted, stunted
And frozen in their plights
Are not the patients themselves
But the bystanders.
ECCLESIASTIC
Inside the cathedral ,
Incantations flow down
Washing ,
Redeeming the flock
Washed ashore are,
Wrecks begging
In the cold.
MUEZZIN
---------------
Cut off from the fountains of the earth
I cry out my pain to the heavens
Like vapour, my pain rises
From my heart, which is a furnace.
Surrounded by coconut tree monsters
Minarets, underfed
Sleep through unhappy childhoods.
On mornings, when it is too cold
To pray or not to pray
I rise, man with creaking bones
And find that
The sun, has a flawed personality.
My heart is Muslim
My life shrinks into me
Like pestilence
And prayer becomes death.
Even the dogs have lost faith in me.
My eyes are Christian
Over a garden of withered roses
Years implode into seconds
And every second,
An autobiography.
Men come for namaz on Diwali day
With the light of crackers
In their hearts.
My hands are Hindu
A handful of seeds flung into the courtyard
Pray for forgiveness
By sunlight.
My brain is afraid.
I stare at the sun till I go blind
And my pain spangle the evening sky
Rising, with music
A sigh here and a sigh there
To seed clouds,
Bursting with sunlight.
And I wait, for rains
To come down,
With songs of the heaven.
GUITAR
You,
Stick close to music
Like flies do
To the blood near my heart
When it flows over.
Alibi
Life is an alibi
For some
Metaphysical crime
We have all taken snuff
We are all waiting for the sneeze.
ESCAPE
Some angel
Stretch me out,
Survey the slopes, hills, valleys, founts
Measure the offsets
From heaven and hell
Today,
A pendulum seeks justice
From time
SULEIYMAN GRUNDY
Suleyman Grundy
born on sunday
married on monday
married on tuesday
married on wednesday
married on thursday
died on friday
married on saturday
married on sunday
(this goes on for 72 more days, inshallah)
BANG
Bengal-land of effulgence and horripilation
Dominatrices,
Flagellating mamma.
Smouldering alphabets and
tear-stained cacti.
I do not know, what gilted speech
and soaring IQs!
Naxalbari and Nischandipur,
Thorny fish and mishti doi.
I am your son from the desert
Give me only
Taka, Taka, Taka.
MAJA AYEGA
we were in Calcutta
to attend a friend's wedding
one among our group
was this guy from Tibet
we went to College Street
to buy old books
and to discos in
Salt Lake City Centre
to check out the girls.
someone bought a pitcher
of Kingfisher beer
back in our hotel room
late in the night
this short, dark, ugly guy
came and slapped the Tibetan,
who simply replied:
`come on, do it again,
slap me, maja ayega.'
That night in sleep
his God came to him
with momos,
to whom he said:
`bring it on, you big guy
bring on your big thing,
bring it on, do your worst.'
God said:`come on,
take it easy pretty boy,
take it easy, it is OK,relax
take it easy, maja, maja ayega.'
AN EDUCATION
History:
How many kids had the Queen of Anjengo?
English:
Anyone from the slums? Please stand up.
Hindi:
Gandhi had a little lamb
Malayalam:
A broom, with its end
stuck in the ceiling;
a rocket poised for failure...
A Grave Sin, this laughter
But I forgive you dear ones
Like the Gurus of yore
Physics:
Solar rays turn,
Fair girls dark
Art:
Lines are everything
Biology:
Cells are everything
Chemistry:
Atoms are everything
Loo break:
`Micturation to be followed by stimulation' -Pius Pavu
Economics:
A shipload of cowdung
From the Netherlands!
Geography:
Female spies from Maldives!
Physical Training:
Lame guys, just watch
