February 18, 2010
By June Nandy
Woman Made
always the same shop of decency
from where my books and dresses are bought.
my nationality is decided by the
identity i hold between my legs.
i have no Pandora’s Box
in whose depth, i can store my fantasies.
it comes swimming to me, his battle ground;
bringing me currencies, carnal, banal.
other times, my timidity decides
how not to find [...]
January 19, 2010
By Janice Pariat
Bertha & I
Tonight I feel like Bertha Mason
with a fire and sadness in my soul.
I pace my room – this attic of madness –
it keeps me sane. I think it keeps me
whole, somehow. There’s no breeze
through the window, just an empty
vastness of night and shadow and
half-lights. And the knock on my door,
well, it [...]
January 01, 2010
By Susan Kiguli
Mothers Sing a Lullaby
(after the 1994 Rwandan genocide)
Mothers sing a lullaby
As the dark descends on trees
Shutting out shadows.
The sensuous voices swish and swirl
Around shrubs and overgrown grass
Hiding mountains of decapitated dead
And the glint of machetes
That slashed shrieking throats.
In these camps without happiness
Mothers maintain the melody of life
Capturing wistful wind
To sing strength into [...]
October 29, 2009
By Lalit Narayan
Miscarriage
A curtain of rain separates
My verandah from the hospital.
On any other day a hundred
Silent patients would pass through
The OP clinic. Each of them
Allowing us doctors to listen
Feel, touch and question them.
The warmth of their fever would
Make us uncomfortably hot.
Today the air is chilled downpour wet.
Water roars in the stony river.
Five nurses, Gi and [...]
October 16, 2009
To Get Myself Some Water
~Translated from Ellen Lai’s ‘Grassland’, written in Chinese
Our love toils about one period.
On the bloody and lusty grassland
You transform me into your self-pitied crippled rabbit.
When you finally discard everything you have
That is inside your permanently bulging equipment,
You turn your back
And ride towards the flat horizon
On a white horse
Whose tail is momentarily [...]
September 14, 2009
Iris and the sun
Iris thought of the sun as a stain
on the sky; it spread so keenly
when it set, perhaps the lake
was blotting paper.
Why she paid to sit in a boat,
no one knows. The oars scratched
at the surface — relentless nibs –,
disturbed the hulking dusk-yellow
ever so minutely, and nothing
was written that night.
*
Ragini to ex-lover
I am [...]
August 28, 2009
By Divya Rajan
I drive by narrow lanes called eda
in colloquial malayalam, the walls hoarded with large
posters of Mohanlal and some teenager heroine
(who won the National Award for Best Actress,
I’m told, for carrying on precariously well
as a mother of an eighteen year old, when
she herself had but known eighteen mango- textured
summers) with wisps of curls over [...]
July 29, 2009
By Lehar Zaidi
Silk or the reason for my madness
here’s the reason for my madness
-chef emeril, food network
The world is changing for me
opening up
unravelling
like the strings of a cocoon
silk
smooth silk
I had tied around myself
covered myself with
like a shell
of bees
and guzzling honey
from my soul
smooth sacred silk
of the wedding shroud
saree silk
sharara silk
wrapping around my throat
like a noose.
smooth and [...]
June 23, 2009
By Nitoo Das
Beloved,
I’m tired
and this drying body
remembers the crane-
white of your nails tonight.
The widows come in
limp droves everyday
and my ears scorch
with their words.
Today, Shanta told me
“They gave me powders
to choke my daughter.”
Her hands kept
fluttering to her head
as if to touch
dream hair.
Sometimes
at night
I see my brother’s
ghost and we
still roam and
moan with bloated
bellies and tongues painted purple [...]
June 12, 2009
ONE OF INDIA’S most beloved writers, Kamala Das, passed away after a long illness on the morning of May 31 2009. A poet and memoirist, she died at the age of 75, after a long and conflicted career.
Predictably, many of the obituaries focused on the more controversial aspects of her writing and life, particularly where [...]
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