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If man is dust

those who go through the plain

are men



- Apparition, Octavio Paz, trans. Eliot Weinberger



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Monday, 21 April 2008

Song of the Wind Woman




Song of the Wind Woman


the sitar curls
like a wounded hydra
and sleeps
at the feet
of the wind woman

a dust storm
wounds
the silver astronomy of my bones

the calcutta skyline
morphs
into phantom camels

and the camels begin their exodus
on an atlas
of sand, coffins and hot comets.

-Heroine of earth and alchemy,
When did you awaken?

-I awoke with the end of the war.

On a dawn of soccer and gold eagles,
you may read
this poem
and wonder
what happened last night

what were the camels seeking
in the hot dust
of her throat,

what were the very last words
of the sitar,

and why was the storm curling
in the gold refuge
of her sari?




13 comments:

silas said...

beautiful poem, has a elusive nature to it. to me it sounded like a song lost in the desert breeze, felt in places, heard in places and drowned in some gush of anonymity!

Anonymous said...

Amazingly beautiful poem…The camels have travelled all the way through the atlas and have peeked into our dreams while the sitar plays the last words of creation…

Anonymous said...

I think all my comments are going to have just one word from now on: amazing!

You manage to build this haunting and elusive picture of magical realism. This poem carries a somewhat Borgesian tone. It is absolutely beautiful!

Sujoy Bhattacharjee said...

Evokes images of death and deserted towns...ancient questions unasked and unanswered.
Reminds me of a train journey from Bikaner to Jodhpur....saw this fleeting glimpse of a ghost town, with houses and roads, but no people...just the dry, hot wind rustling a few dead leafs.

Anonymous said...

Inam
Loved your lastest work
fresh images-- Brilliant and Fascinating

Pongy Papaya said...

lovely how you weave magic..
again and again

Anonymous said...

Effortless use of natural imagery to draw a portrait of a city. Between you and Anindya, you've made me crave to see your city...

Unknown said...

wOw...


skulei tor autograph ta niye neo uchit chhilo..

:(

Anonymous said...

Picturesque poetry.

:)

Reham said...
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Reham said...

You write great poems. The associations between words that would not commonly go together create such shockingly delicious connotations for the reader.

Love it.

aPOorV said...

brilliant...the way u've let the mystery hang in the air in the conclusion..makes the reader brood over it...love the dark nature of ur poetry...... got the link to ur blog from p4poetry... i'd be grateful if u'd comment on my work......on p4poetry...and my blog which i've only recently started..

Saima Afreen said...

Hi! The poem is beautiful. I could hear the rustling wind and could visualize thecamels! Alluring as a mirage in hot sands...