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Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Friday, April 10, 2015

Operation was done

Hairs laid front, back and around the part 
as excavated crops in the land of bloody mud.

Also, the fear was wet like a sound of nude water.

At the soundless walk to the bed, 
a knife sees me, It was breathing, I heard.

As like a rolled rope in the bed I am, 
anaesthesia travelled into my spine, 
the needle must have plucked from mosquito’s mouth!

The cutting has started,
It should be urgent to distribute the food in a marriage reception.
I couldn’t see my own blood.

A song has listened. 
Oh... It was Ilayaraja, he sells medicine! 

the deep pain spreads...  water … water ….

Oh my doctor! 
Who cares the flowers legged by an elephant, after the air!!  
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Ariharasuthan R (10.4.2015)


Note: Ilayaraja is a famous Musician from Tamil Nadu, India.



Thursday, April 9, 2015

No one again

When  I open
the gift, I smelled
the kiss
It is you,
and  no one …
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Ariharasuthan R (December, 2010)

I want a poem

I want a poem to burn them

our homes are crushed
our fields are filled by bombs

I want a poem to burn them

they caught us
they chained us

I want a poem to burn them

they raped and killed
our sisters, mothers and loves

I want a poem to burn them

they hanged our elders
they axed our children

I want a poem to burn them

they cut our fingers and vocal cards
they added our fried flesh and hot blood
in their tables

I want
I want
I want a poem to burn them
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Ariharasuthan R (December, 2010)

Saturday, October 20, 2012

When I am who not I am

when, I am silent
with the darkness
the flowers fill as moon light
leads underneath
of my own sadness

eye misleads
hands shiver
blood roars
tongue stick with hard palate
fears raise up a dancing copra
and there are groups of
big elephants filled with knifes
waiting for me
I am not who I am
when I am who not I am
nothing else
happens every night
--

Ariharasuthan R (29, May, 2012)