Poetry

  Translated from Malayalam by Ra Sh   Two breasts that came out of the woods Two breasts come out of the woods to enter your dream. You are...

    A Roofless HomeMelancholy is a pallid sparrow on an allamanda flower. The heaviness of its alight on a petal is unbearable. Madness is like baby gravels in a wild...

    Silence And I began to talk to flowers. What is better, silence or eloquence, I don’t know. You preferred silence, but I wanted to talk. The difference lingered and ultimately got...

  Translated from Malayalam by Ra Sh   As time passes, men do become tender When babies are fed they insist on grabbing the spoon used to feed water. When I used...

    Await, silent ruins, tales a thousand years untold, Can we learn their message? * The circle of life, can we find its true meaning? It waits unknown. * A dark winter’s night, A...

  Translated from Malayalam by Ra Sh    Gummy soil Always always it sticks to the spade. Most of my time is spent in scraping it off with a stick. Whenever the landlord comes he...

     A Shirt* I was reluctant, brother, to say: “This summer vacation Get me a shirt from a city.” Lest it shouldn’t be A command or a demand Of a younger...

    Intensive Care Unit Blues  …Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet — and here’s no...

  Translated from Malayalam by the Poet   Sculpting  A sculptor’s chisel carves an image in the breeze that carries the scent of wildflowers. A boatman’s paddle, dark as night, carves a...

  Translated from Malayalam by Ra Sh   The Waiting Yesterday’s rain has some questions for you. Can anyone enjoy the rain as much as a man who sleeps on...