Vaakili is pleased to present Mango Bites – contemporary poetry in English.
On the bare barren lands…
On the expanse of green rice corns,
Over the roofs of the thatched hovels
And upon temples and glazing marble mansions
Comes down heavily the rain
in streams and currents and torrents
Rain is a demonstration of equality principle
A shuttle of water wool
Stitching the earth and heaven together;
A midwife attending soil’s labour;
A divine leaf-sap restoring vigour
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One must suddenly get lost in the woods
Like a dragonfly… or a centipede…
Or, hang lonely by the tip of a leaf
on the crown of a giant tree…
One must lie suspended between two infinities
Like the all-important God Particle!
Or, vanish into the fog
hovering over the cascading runnel.
In the mealy translucence
One must open up like a Lotus
Or take to wings like…
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Let us both depart
Beneath the line of a last lyric
As a signature each
When these faiths are remembered
We embrace each other
As memories and memories
However, until then, let us depart
As mere bodies.
Long since, the life is sobbing
Like an erupted river.
It is hell, indeed, to sleep
Holding the dream-dried-eyes in hand
The lone and forlorn canoe,
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Nothing remains in the end!
Even the dreadful snake… that herald of death
Dissolves like a scrawl on water.
Some wild plant peeps out with passion
Breaking through the grave
Sapping the essence of the bod
Only to wither away soon.
Some small dirty cranial bone remains
Wallowing in sun and dust…
Rejected even by a hungry fox.
That’s it! Nothing remains in the end!
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Returned to compound
Reminiscent of the
Four-corner-game square box
Kids draw in their courtyard.
Fearing wrath and sarcasm
From the jack fruit tree
In the east yard
And the Mango tree
Housing the ant nests,
It rested there for a moment,
Turning the face away
Panting like a dog…
The ceiling had collapsed.
The roof tiles and windows
Were left cracked.
The…
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It flickers last on the long drawn-out list of requirements.
But, it has its settled place in my pocket
Like the stretched string on a Veena.
Drying my eyes and concealing my sighs within its layers,
It takes into its sure sweet hands
The momentous events of my life.
Standing by me in the thick and thin of the day
And never settling comely where it was put
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It is too difficult to extract the fourth face out
And ‘keep aside’ is it an easy task
To dig over the strings of pleasurable sadness
Entwined in the layers of brain
Now, it’s the time for me to don the fourth face
And dig myself deep and deep
And I have to fly skillfully
The dragonflies compressed in all the faces
This is a distant way…
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The glowing fish
At the bottom of the sea
The twirling baby
Within the womb
The blood- tinged
Canine of a lion
The dead stag’s
Piteous elliptical face
The throat slashing
Hyena’s eye
On the shore
The rough crocodile’s spine
The black hole
Monster’s mouth
The rocking
Hurricane’s din
A thunderbolt!
The falling tree
The tumbling meteor
The oscillating crop
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The night, caught in the fist,
Without any sound seeps into the roots
Of heart
The solitary river,
Still for pitching a note
Making a morning star its navigator
Flows as a silent wound
Time like a cat
Jumps from the space between the legs
Digs the past and sleeps in an underground room
Eyes glide their eyeballs
On the flow of dreams
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You little sparrow,
Ha, I could make you out….you are from my village.
That cute little nose and those elfin feathers… betray you.
But then, when I ask you if you have come alone,
Why are you so insolent, taking off without answering me?
As if you only have those dainty feathers?
Reconciling that you might not have noticed me,
I just crossed your way
But, no. You…
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