HANN DYNASTY

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