Taboo

That strange and beautiful day!

how soon it melted into my memories

I can't believe that a few summers have passed

But that touching moment is still untouched by my growth and changing reality

I can still feel the warmth of the body over my skin today when i recall that experience

how every particle of my flesh is stimulated

my body ached with pleasure

While writing about this, I slipped into an unknown world of stupor that knows only love joy and pleasure

A sudden knock on my mind has brought me out to the reality

Oh! forgive me! I wrote about something that is forbidden

I spoke a taboo subject

How can I make penance for the offence made above?

Offence! all because I am a dalit woman!
They say my writing is meant for expressing only pain and suffering

no doubt an integral part of my life and community

But I too have a body and mind!

at times, that makes me dwell in a few experiences of love, lust and pleasure

But they say, I dont have a right to write about pleasure but pain!
All the progressive men and women might condemn me as they do Meenakandasamy 

May all dalit ideologues be worried if I had sex with a dalit man or upper-cast
Feminists may mock 'even these people talk about sexuality'

I have only one question on my mind:
can you digest if I confess that I made love to my beloved woman on that memorable day?

Seven Coloured Rose

Ignorance spread its palms to stop the sun-rays

Feudalism seized the streams from sandy lands

Desert’s Darkness made the phoenix’s song quiver

Life is killed like the sons of Jerusalem!

Human vampires sucked the blood and withered the corpses

Flames of anger consumed the due drops of lightless mornings

Spiders lost the clutch to weave their webs

Pristine is destroyed and nature stands on the scaffold!!

Faith is lost! Life is stale!

Evil smiles to commemorate

But one night baffled everyone

With a blossoming baby of seven Coloured rose born to the cracks of the waste land!!!

Dark Waters

One tight grip of my feet that has been saving me from what happened

Once after I lost that: one step ahead I rolled down,

Those rocks have tasted my blood but the dark waters__

Cleverly concealed the blood stains within.

I merged into the nature. No trace of mine is left!

‘The Most Modern Criticism’

Forgive the sun and everything around
Tumultuous cries you heard and sound—
Like the upheavals of the new criteria
Never reach the capitalist’s ear

Humans are dragged away, to beautify—
The city and country side, to fortify—
The nation’s pride
The ‘most modern’ way to efface ‘life’ world wide

Youth dwell in the blue light night
Old take refuge in the lonely homes for the aged
Childhoods grasp the segregated humanity
Never to associate with the lower echelons of the society


Anthropomorphism is no more the feature of Africa’s savage tribe,
But the blue cross’s stimulating attitude
Rats should be protected and bred
Human-kind’s slogan: ‘Cats should have sophisticated bed’

No warmth for the lover other than the radiation that a mobile emits
Virtual is virtuous
Nature is sin
Pastoral melodies of the global village we live in.

Intercourse

Under the carpet of wind,

Beneath the leaves of turf in the garden,

There was a fragrance of rain drops making love

To the dust!

With(out) love?

Contrived maneuvers of the world
Brought boundaries between continents
Constructed cultural molds
Separated the soul-mates


Normative strands of society
Engendered a new species of nihilism
Liberty caused the death of piety
Endless progression ended in isolation


Knowledge took away happiness
Freedom, the relationships
Learned: Without love “I am only a resounding gong
Or a clanging cymbal.”

Heritage

I entered the age-old city for those joyous moments
And to watch the historical monuments.
I see a well, huge, but found water nowhere!
And cracked everywhere
Reminds those withered lips of a woman untouchable
Hoped for a drop of water in the hot noon at this well? Or for a merciful Touchable?

A rapacious school lying lonely and full of void
Alas…whose unholy feet might have emptied its mind?
Remember! That untouchable foot not yet saw your heart
Only the eaves of your court
Do not live forlorn and dejected
Humble yourself like a school boy to be once again educated

What happened to the eyes of this huge deity Ancient?
For whom are they bleeding at the moment?
Is it for those who were crushed under the wheels of your chariot?
For the relentless genocides you perpetrated for the thirst of the dominant?
It must be for your sons who deserted you for the capitalist
And those left your cracked breasts to swarm and pest with greedy quest!