Meena Kandasamy
You Are Yielding Or Resisting by Meena Kandasamy

You Are Yielding Or Resisting by Meena Kandasamy

it is the last day of the year and you think about writing a farewell poem for the year that was, for the year you began writing poetry you think of the tragedies you ...

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Intimacies by Meena Kandasamy

Intimacies by Meena Kandasamy

And I got your words Today. I will have them painted Tonight. Try to choose Or take them all. Glitter on innocent Raspberry lips that plead For touch, for closer ...

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Evil Spirits by Meena Kandasamy

Evil Spirits by Meena Kandasamy

You are possessed.Witch doctors believe in phantoms,that cause your illness. But, driving out devilscan be challenging. Spirits are given away—We are made to sit opposite ...

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Aggression by Meena Kandasamy

Aggression by Meena Kandasamy

Ours is a silencethat waits. Endlessly waits.And then, unable to bear itany further, it breaks into wails.But not all suppressed reactionsend in our bemoaning the ...

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Another Paradise Lost by Meena Kandasamy

Another Paradise Lost by Meena Kandasamy

One sleepy summer afternoon, while helpingmyself to a glass of chilled water, I saw asnake lying curled under the fridge. It couldhave been a very poisonous cobra. Veryquickly, I ...

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Lines Addressed To A Warrior by Meena Kandasamy

Lines Addressed To A Warrior by Meena Kandasamy

Lines addressed to a warriorPosted on June 1, 2008 | Leave a commentcome.colonise me. creep into the hollows of my landscape—my eyes click lock: no more ...

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How They Prostitute A Poem by Meena Kandasamy

How They Prostitute A Poem by Meena Kandasamy

It is uniquely easyFor some to sellIdeals becauseBusiness of absentGoods is essentiallyA sacrosanct but mostlyA flimsy transaction.Some learn, early on,To prostitute their ...

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Blackboard Poems by Meena Kandasamy

Blackboard Poems by Meena Kandasamy

S P A C Eis a problem unlike your never-endingpaper or the maddening blankness ofyour word processor where you can go onand on in anguish or ...

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Frenzied Light by Meena Kandasamy

Frenzied Light by Meena Kandasamy

When you called meTo light up your lifeI could never refuse.But, there are things I ask of you.Love, I can’t be a candleFor I know it is an ancient lie.The candle is for the ...

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Mascara by Meena Kandasamy

Mascara by Meena Kandasamy

The last thing she doesbefore she gets ready to dieonce more, of violation,she applies the mascara.Always,in that last and solemn momentthe call-girl hesitates.With eye-catching ...

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Their Daughters by Meena Kandasamy

Their Daughters by Meena Kandasamy

Paracetamol legends I knowFor rising fevers, as pain-relievers—Of my people—father’s father’s mother’sMother, dark lush hair caressing her anklesSometimes, sweeping earth, ...

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Fire by Meena Kandasamy

Fire by Meena Kandasamy

Black satanic fumesshroud the blank blue skiesin puffing jet black soot; few flashy cameras recordglimpses of destruction(for tomorrow's papers) ...Our huts are burning—Regular ...

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Fuchsia Shock by Meena Kandasamy

Fuchsia Shock by Meena Kandasamy

My bed smells of textbooksand it is more than a month or so,since I dreamt of sunlight and the sky'sembrace. Even a woman's lush vanities —scarlet silk and shining gold — have ...

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The Gods Wake Up by Meena Kandasamy

The Gods Wake Up by Meena Kandasamy

Another worst things with the Gods is thatThey sleep most of the time— (they don't even dream) .If you happen to go near heaven:It is a very noisy boring ...

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Non-Conversations With A Lover by Meena Kandasamy

Non-Conversations With A Lover by Meena Kandasamy

Don’t talk to meof sudden love. . .in our landeven the monsoons come—leisurely, strolling likedecorated temple elephants(the pomp, the paraphernalia)—after months of monotonous ...

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Maariamma by Meena Kandasamy

Maariamma by Meena Kandasamy

We understandwhy upper caste Godsand their ‘good-girl’ much-married, father-fucked,virgin, vegetarian oh-so-pure Goddessesborne in their golden chariotsdon’t come to our ...

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Ekalaivan by Meena Kandasamy

Ekalaivan by Meena Kandasamy

This note comes as a consolation: You can do a lot of things With your left hand. Besides, fascist Dronacharyas warrant ...

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Work Is Worship, Or So They Said. . . by Meena Kandasamy

Work Is Worship, Or So They Said. . . by Meena Kandasamy

Six thirty in the a.m.And you still have notGone to bed.It is three daysSince you haveCombed your hair.It is a weekSince you had a bath.And six weeksSince your dog had hers.It is ...

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We Will Rebuild Worlds by Meena Kandasamy

We Will Rebuild Worlds by Meena Kandasamy

We will rebuild / worlds from shattered glass/ and remnants of holocausts.Once impaled for our faith / and trained to speak in voiceless whispers / we’ll implore / you to produce ...

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Love And War by Meena Kandasamy

Love And War by Meena Kandasamy

Two thousand years agoour word for lovewas the same.women and menwrote their songs of lovethe intimacies of insideand they spoke of howlove was tirelesslove was a fantasy ...

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My Lover Speaks Of Rape by Meena Kandasamy

My Lover Speaks Of Rape by Meena Kandasamy

Flaming green of a morning that awaits rain And my lover speaks of rape through silences, Swallowed words and the shadowed tones Of voice. Quivering, I fill in his ...

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Becoming A Brahmin by Meena Kandasamy

Becoming A Brahmin by Meena Kandasamy

Algorithm for converting a Shudra into a BrahminBegin.Step 1: Take a beautiful Shudra girl.Step 2: Make her marry a Brahmin.Step 3: Let her give birth to his female child.Step 4: ...

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Amnesia, Selective by Meena Kandasamy

Amnesia, Selective by Meena Kandasamy

When memory decidesTo no longer bear the burdens—Of pain, or even plain indifferenceShe has her winsome wicked ways.Some day, years later,Life requires you to unearthSome event ...

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Composition by Meena Kandasamy

Composition by Meena Kandasamy

At that brief timeWhen you waitFor the audacious caneTo strike your skin,And the rest of you is flinchingAnd cringing, with part shame,And part pain,Poetry dictates itselfIn your ...

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Mulligatawny Dreams by Meena Kandasamy

Mulligatawny Dreams by Meena Kandasamy

anaconda. candy. cash. catamaran.cheroot. coolie. corundum. curry.ginger. mango. mulligatawny.patchouli. poppadom. rice.tatty. teak. vetiver.i dream of an englishfull of the words ...

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For Sale by Meena Kandasamy

For Sale by Meena Kandasamy

My school bud, he work hard.He slog. He make money.He grow dam rich.He go to da temple, wherehis po' ol' folks ain't allowed.He buy incense for two bucksflowers for five, kinda ...

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Cinquains by Meena Kandasamy

Cinquains by Meena Kandasamy

Morning SongWet pinkAnd dusty greyThe sky begins to blush.Some sleepy careless charm welcomesDaybreak.Even SongAzureAnd pink gold huesThe smug sky at twilightA final flush of ...

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If Everything Comes Crashing Down by Meena Kandasamy

If Everything Comes Crashing Down by Meena Kandasamy

And both of us become strangers onto each otherDo not worry about me.We will look beyond eyes and run into each otherAs usual, for the rest of life.I do not know what you ...

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Hymns Of A Hag by Meena Kandasamy

Hymns Of A Hag by Meena Kandasamy

I fancy myself being a witch.Broomstick borne and black as pitch. Thin, stark-naked and with fire for eyes. Killing ...

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Mohandas Karamchand by Meena Kandasamy

Mohandas Karamchand by Meena Kandasamy

“Generations to come will scarcelybelieve that such a one as this walkedthe earth in flesh and blood.” —Albert EinsteinWho? Who? Who?Mahatma. Sorry no.Truth. Non-violence.Stop ...

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An Angel Meeting Me by Meena Kandasamy

An Angel Meeting Me by Meena Kandasamy

and may be we willalmost fall in love...I will look into his eyes,and he into mine—my one single eye,(the unfortunate otherblinded by a disciplinizing slap) and we will agree, ...

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Inheritance by Meena Kandasamy

Inheritance by Meena Kandasamy

Helplessly, silent;we watched it being seized away, all our lands.The Government—a fulltime bewitching whorehad promised Jobs. Industrialization. Power, Electric.Everything went, ...

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Apologies For Living On by Meena Kandasamy

Apologies For Living On by Meena Kandasamy

I am living onbecause providing apologies is easyonce—i was making choiceswith insanely safe ideas offleeing-madly-and-flying-awayi was a helpless girlagainst the brutal world ...

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When The God Drank Milk by Meena Kandasamy

When The God Drank Milk by Meena Kandasamy

This was the second timeHe spanned the worldSo quickly. . . In telecastmiracles that occurred fromMichigan to Manila to MadrasWhether He was in plastic, ceramic,Fire-burnt clay or ...

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Excerpts From A Study Guide by Meena Kandasamy

Excerpts From A Study Guide by Meena Kandasamy

Teach him not to seekWhere he has been taught to find...***Lead him into the landOf silences—Ignore his words of praiseWhere all the perfidy hides...***Because the climax of a ...

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ONE-Eyed by Meena Kandasamy

ONE-Eyed by Meena Kandasamy

the pot sees just another noisy childthe glass sees an eager and clumsy handthe water sees a parched throat slaking thirstbut the teacher sees a girl breaking the rulethe doctor ...

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Sage In The Cubicle by Meena Kandasamy

Sage In The Cubicle by Meena Kandasamy

Even your tongue,Craves for the taste of tears. . .And you are crying again.Misery is (you always believe) the only genuineEmotion and sadness, the way of the real world.She ...

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Reverence :: Nuisance by Meena Kandasamy

Reverence :: Nuisance by Meena Kandasamy

In walls of reception countersand staircases of offices, hospitals, firmsand other ‘secular’ institutions—pictures of Hindu Gods are painted. . .so that casual people walking in ...

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Whispered Intimacies by Meena Kandasamy

Whispered Intimacies by Meena Kandasamy

And I got your wordsToday.I will have them paintedTonight.Try to chooseOr take them all.Glitter on innocentRaspberry lips that pleadFor touch, for closerCommunion.Composition in ...

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The Flight Of Birds by Meena Kandasamy

The Flight Of Birds by Meena Kandasamy

“a poem should be wordlessas the flight of birds.”—Archibald Macleish, Ars Poetica.birds don’t sing in their flightfor them flying is a musethey compose mid-airweave agnostic ...

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Returning Home by Meena Kandasamy

Returning Home by Meena Kandasamy

And you see the two-crows-for-joy-pass that are sitting onoverhead cables and the evening moon,a mere silvery slice against fluffy translucent sky.And the remains of your school ...

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Advaita: The Ultimate Question by Meena Kandasamy

Advaita: The Ultimate Question by Meena Kandasamy

Non DualismAtman SelfBrahman GodAre ...

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Six hours of chastity by Meena Kandasamy

Six hours of chastity by Meena Kandasamy

The day dies abruptly. Nalayani, most chaste of womankind,Carries the basket-case of a husbandTo his favorite prostitute's place.She sits in a veranda of the brothel andSomeone ...

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Touch by Meena Kandasamy

Touch by Meena Kandasamy

Have you ever tried meditation?Struggling hard to concentrate,and keeping your mind as blankas a whitewashed wall by closingyour eyes, nose, ears; and shutting outevery possible ...

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Sun In The Mouth by Meena Kandasamy

Sun In The Mouth by Meena Kandasamy

And the truth scorches and singesthe pink open flesh of your mouthwith its pungent yellow taste, so,speaking the truth is not so easywith just one tongue, anyway.Seeing might have ...

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Why Do The Heroes Die? by Meena Kandasamy

Why Do The Heroes Die? by Meena Kandasamy

Unlike in fairy tales, young heroes die.All the dazzling princes, strong men of might,Robinhoods and Messiahs that never lieAre done to death, Evil winning the fight.Heroes are ...

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Narration by Meena Kandasamy

Narration by Meena Kandasamy

I’ll weep to you aboutMy landlord, and withMy mature gestures—You will understand:The torn sari, disheveled hairStifled cries and meek submission.I was not an untouchable ...

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You Don’t Know If You Are Yielding Or Resisting by Meena Kandasamy

You Don’t Know If You Are Yielding Or Resisting by Meena Kandasamy

it is the last day of the yearand you think about writinga farewell poem for the yearthat was, for the year youbegan writing poetryyou think of the tragediesyou know, you even ...

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Prayers by Meena Kandasamy

Prayers by Meena Kandasamy

In an arid land of arid human mindsCaste, yet again authored a tragedy.He, disease wrecked, downtrodden,long-ago skinner of animals, sets out.Ten days of Typhoid, and a partial ...

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Jouissance by Meena Kandasamy

Jouissance by Meena Kandasamy

An angry philosopher frozeHis philandering wife—PassivityAs punishment for promiscuity. Rendered senseless, set in stone,She stared in unceasing surpriseAs her sagely husband ...

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