Veruugal
Roots
Sunday, October 13, 2024
An Archetypical Burst
Monday, February 12, 2024
Untitled
Slid down her hair
Friday, October 6, 2023
नाही
Friday, September 8, 2023
I Miss the Sea
Saudade. That is what I am feeling now. A terrible yearning for the sea. The touch of soft sand. The breeze tousling my hair. The sounds! Oh! The sound of waves. Rhythmic, tumultuous, rebellious, calm. How meditative! All of this, and the horizon. I could stare and stare and stare and stare. Ha. So pleasurable!
It's a misnomer, a transferred epithet. It is the beach that I miss, not the sea. Oh, what an ache it is!
Take me to the shore. Take me home!
Thursday, July 6, 2023
അഗ്നിനോട്ടം
Saturday, June 24, 2023
Eve's Apples
Monday, June 12, 2023
പ്രണയം
Sunday, April 30, 2023
White
For some fresh air
Oh!
Saturday, April 29, 2023
Maan-ga Maan-ga
Friday, April 28, 2023
A Turmeric Secret
Thursday, April 27, 2023
Why do I Write?
Wednesday, April 26, 2023
Chandanapottu
Tuesday, April 25, 2023
त्रेथा
Monday, April 24, 2023
Yawn
In this this white cup, whisk
Sunday, April 23, 2023
Hunger Notes
Eye-ly Water
The stone has bitten the tooth
After walking this long, long noon
The face has tanned the sun
After this long, long day
The night has skidded over the old lady
Looking at that lonely, lonely dog
The moon has barked irritatedly
Why are you uttering such sophisticated Marathi
Sleep has tugged at the eyelids
Chandni Girija
This is a translation of the Day Seven Marathi poem, Dolas Pani. One of the #NaPoWriMo participants, Paula, had asked for the text of the poem (as I had posted it as an image with artwork). Paula, apart from posting her own work, engages with that of others on the #NaPoWriMo community. She puts energy into others. May her beauty stay protected and inspire others. This is my way of thanking her. It is due to people like Paula, who give support to other artists, that art thrives. I try to do my bit, a little bit.
*The adjective of 'eyes' is not working in English; it's not present in Marathi too but the word 'dolas' is an invention [by me]. I have sometimes twisted and played with terms this way. 'Dolas Pani' - I had uttered this for the first [and probably the only time] in front of a friend. I really liked the term and wanted to document it in some way. And it happened, more than a decade later, as the title of this poem!!
Saturday, April 22, 2023
Flower-head
Like little gulmohars as they fall from the sky
You comprehend in reds, yellows and oranges
What perhaps are only white jasmines
Or only black roses
Friday, April 21, 2023
Malleable
Wooden benches do learn
Thursday, April 20, 2023
Path of Least Resistance
Until one day they stopped calling him
He kept delaying their feeding
Until one day the fish floated dead
He kept snoozing the alarm
Until one day it stopped ringing