Saturday, 11 December 2010

Five Uneasy Pieces by Rukmini Bhaya Nair

I. Advice

Let the wind blow through
Let the light in, you say

But this I cannot do.

My poems are heavy, dark shawls
Huddled in them, every season,

I’m obscure as a sibyl.

             The hailstone syllables


                                                     And melt.

II. Reprisal

I, who have never known
Violence, see at nights
This – the moon-thugs
Finishing off a woman.

Mostly she is eyes
Minus the other marks
That make up a face. And
Her sari, winding red, tears

All my childhood, I slept
With a knife tucked under
Two pillows, for safety.
And that crescent still glistens


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