Prathibha Nandakumar

Prathibha Nandakumar Poems

1.

When I was grouping for new poem
for the poetry festival,
poems danced all over the house:
in nooks and corners, in bed,
...

If you are searching for that poem written especially for you
you have to remember that writing poems

is like drinking coffee
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Commissioned to write a book on traditional cooking
Returning home very late one night I stop at the bakers to
Pick up a loaf of bread. The familiar octogenarian
struggling with the shutter halts, gets in again to
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Marriage is more lonely than solitude
- Adrienne Rich
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Why is it that a yes
is a simple yes
and a no is a life time of
self denial, doubt, regret
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Ah! To leap from a cliff
into an abyss,
marking the graduation from
discipline to a Nagual of knowledge,
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I offer you this space to build,

or destroy, demolish, demark,
deconstruct, demystify, design, designate
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How long can the hide and seek go on?
The net is cast everyday and soon
you will be `it'.
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Showing the telegram helped to get a seat in the over crowded train.
Pushing the old gate with one leg and walking in was so
very like old times. But there was a fire in front of the door
One of the death rituals. Eyes stared.
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is that we love ourselves
more than we love charles
so we want him to come tell us
how bad we are
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Gas cooker mixer grinder toaster grater heater peeler washer
The housewife is the main consumer
Today’s show windows are tomorrow’s must have kitchens
Cleaned rice dhal all packed powdered boiled baked dried
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I have died a million deaths
in the last ten minutes
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I was born with several diseases
And thought that was the normal way

I played the flute with lips
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Burnt seasoning, calling bell, son screaming for towel
from bathroom, TV competing with him, neighbour wants
something urgent, its an emergency,
laundrywalah wants to settle the account right away,
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The three inverted triangles of the Yoni chakra
cuts across the four moving upwards
fourteen lotus petals spread around and
nothing goes out of symmetry or color
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He is the animal trainer
makes even the fiercest of fierce animals
crawl, jump, stand on hind legs
just by the crack of his whip.
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Slumping on the chair she said
calling out to Vincent for a cigarette
knew I could catch you here.
Lighting her Vincent said
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Always holding on to mother's pallu
someone at the school had said
that the scare crow would come home
to take me away if I was not smart.
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19.

It was a table for two.
Two beer mugs were filled to the brim
Who called the third cheer?
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And they award you for deconstruction!

Design thearies desert you to tackle
the slopping roof realities without a column support of
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Prathibha Nandakumar Biography

16 poetry collections, several prose collections, award winning poet, bi lingual - Kannada and English)

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Poem

When I was grouping for new poem
for the poetry festival,
poems danced all over the house:
in nooks and corners, in bed,
in boxes, in walls and curtains,
in windows and doors
poems beckoned with their hands.
They simmered on the stove
in the rasam pot, got flattened
under the rolling pins
on the chapati stone
and diced on the knife-stand
they boiled in the cooker
with salt and spices,
sautéed, smelling fragrant.


In the hall they were lying about begging to be picked up.
If I swept them, they asked to be
mopped; if I mopped them,
they wanted to be dressed,
stubborn pests, thorns
in my flesh.
Curtains where little hands
had wiped themselves,
torn books, sandal dropped,
chairs and tables pulled here and there,
cloths strewn on the floor
took on the shapes of poems
and dazzled my eyes.

When I cleared the mess
and sat down to rest,
one of them pestered me
asking me now to wash it,
now to give it a drink,
now to come play with it.

When at last I sat down to write
not one letter got written
and my brain was in a fog.
Late at night, when a sleepy hand
groped and hugged me
'to hell with the poem' I said
and fell asleep.
But it tickled me in a dream,
made me laugh and charmed me.


When I read that
in the poetry festival,
it ran out, refused to come back,
went inside the listeners and sat there.

I let it sit there
and returned home alone.

(Translated from the original Kannada into English by A K Ramanujan)

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