Wednesday, 27 April 2016

A Losing Battle - Kamala Das

A Losing Battle
- Kamala Das

How can my love hold him when the other
Flaunts a gaudy lust and is lioness
To his beast? Men are worthless, to trap them
Use the cheapest bait of all, but never
Love, which in a woman must mean tears
And a silence in the blood.

Friday, 25 March 2016

Love - Kamala Das

Love 
- Kamala Das

Until I found you,
I wrote verse, drew pictures,
And, went out with friends
For walks…
Now that I love you,
Curled like an old mongrel
My life lies, content,
In you….

Sunday, 6 March 2016

My love story

My love story -- a story of two states, two castes, two cultures -- published in today's Vishwavani.


Monday, 22 February 2016

An ode to my love

An Ode to My Love

By Chaitra Arjunpuri

He was calm outside
Deep, very deep inside
He welcomed me
With his open and gentle waves,
With broad and milky white smile,
And promises and hopes.

He taught me to swim
He made me to forget everything,
Even the world
I saw a new world in him
And thought,
He too saw a world in me!

I was about to drown,
Drown in his love
What’s that? 
Suddenly, one of his high tides
Threw me ashore
For reasons only known to him…

I could not reach him anymore,
I waited on the shore
Longing for him day and night
Asking him questions,
‘Why did you throw me away from you?’
I waited for his reply
‘What was my mistake?’
I begged him
Waiting for his answers
All I got was his silence,
Killing silence…
I cried, I screamed
No, my questions remained
Unanswered!
His silence remained
A riddle…

Now, I sought 
Reunion or Death,
The latter came easily.
Hovering over the sky
There came an eagle
Smiling all the while
At my plight 
Before I could say anything,
He swooped down on me
Holding me firmly in his claws
I looked down, 
He remained silent,
Not a single word… 
My last tear fell on the ground
And he gently swept it
I smiled at him for the last time

With unanswered questions
Buried in My heart
I flew with my new master
Who feasted on me
With all pleasure and 
Made me his part!

ps: The first and last poem I ever wrote in English, somewhere between 2004 and 2005, for the man who meant the whole world and without whom I couldn't imagine my life...

Sunday, 14 February 2016

Book review: City of Thorns: Nine Lives in the World's Largest Refugee Camp

My latest is a book review of City of Thorns: Nine Lives in the World's Largest Refugee Camp by Ben Rawlence, in today's Vishwavani. Here's the link: