I
Someone calls me
From inside a dark sanctum,
A broken temple,
An ancient valley,
Soured relationships,
A bustling marketplace,
My grandmother’s toothless mouth . . .
Someone calls me very softly.
Though feeble,
The voice stings me.
The wet sharp edge of the words
Wounds my chest,
My muscles,
My whole body.
My friend,
Do not utter a word of pity.
Make me remember half-forgotten songs,
Their rhythmic jingle,
For I have so many things to say today.
Often have I wished to write
Of aching agony,
Of things lying still fresh
In the depths of my heart.
Instead
I end up writing
Letters,
The address of the woman I love,
Or the number of dead in a riot
Or of friends falling in love,
Long existentialist poems
Of prologues and epilogues—
Yours, Bishnu Mohapatra.
II
Today
I have a lot to say,
Canvases to coat with colour,
Soaring walls to scale,
Riddles to solve
With the help of Leelawati Sutra.
As I ponder over these,
I wake up.
A painted world unfolds outside,
Timid stars blink
Like tiny earthen lamps.
That is not the sky,
My friend,
But a temple without doors.
The walls lie under a layer
Of impenetrable grime.
Legends crowd my mind,
A casket of stories.
Listen,
The sound of something
Tinkling,
A glittering sword,
The earth
Red from the blood
Of the sacrificial victim.
Doubts pervade the air
Like a cholera epidemic
Or a famine.
III
Don’t say anything now.
What’s the point?
What’s gone is gone
For good.
What has been washed away
Has vanished.
The sweet smell of flowers,
The stink of a corpse
On a pyre,
Or the orgasmic
Arrival
Of the first rain.
Let me tear my poems
Into shreds.
Let me live in your
World of words and love.
Give me my weapons,
Secret mantras,
A reel of relationships.
When I tug at the string
Let the kite soar higher
And higher,
Slither into winding lanes
Like a snake,
Fly above cities
And open fields
Watching closely,
Linking the earth and the sky,
Innocence and desire.
I put clay and human flesh
On the potter’s wheel,
Circling like the sun,
Sculpt faces,
Waists like streams,
A worn out body
Sprawled on a bed,
A loosened top-knot,
A fleshy worm
At a white nipple.
IV
Memories
Crowd in upon me.
Today
Mania, the mendicant
Passed away,
Singing
As he had done all his life,
‘Do you chant the name of Ram, my son?’
His son sings,
Playing on a kendera,
His mother’s tattooed hands
Scrub the narrow verandah clean,
Even today
She has stored rice and mandia
In a bowl
Against a rainy day.
His grandfather
Sits listlessly,
Waiting to drop
Suddenly
Like a ripe coconut
In his backyard.
Sometimes
I remember
Mad Madhua’s pitch black eyes,
And Madhua baring his teeth
To smile.
How he drags himself in the dust,
Burns a tyre,
Licks leftovers
From a leafplate
In the middle of the road.
How he asks,
Fixing his eyes on the images of Jagannath
Plastered on cars and scooters,
‘What are you, bastards?
Men or pyjamas?’
Today
A great deal seems
Unfinished,
Abandoned.
A god without hands or feet,
Eunuchs as slaves,
Empty smiles,
Half-formed paeans.
No-one returns,
Ever.
Not words,
Nor father.
Only the echo comes back,
For it does not die
Like our relatives,
Running water does not wash it away,
It never gathers dust or moss,
A kiss, like a flower,
Slides off its skin,
It never goes out
Like an oil lamp or
A rainbow.
The wine of words
Intoxicates me,
Pulls me into its orbit,
As if going round and round
Is a truth
I can never escape.
V
I have many things to say today.
I must open doors, my heart, the lock,
And unravel the tangled skein of life.
I must search through the lanes and by-lanes,
And untie the boat,
Open the eyes of youth,
Level the ridges,
And harrow the fields of sand.
Slip out of the tightening noose,
And break out of the chakravyuha
Closing in upon me,
Defeat the plot laid by silence
And decorum’s cold dictums.
Shall say something today
That will gush out like blood,
Undulate like waves.
Sunflowers will glow,
Alone and in a multitude,
Like the face of darkness.
The hooting of the owl
Will send out a sign,
Leap out like living fish.
Weariness will descend upon life,
On the writing hand.
Shadows will dim the eyes of memory.
I have many things to say today.
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