Tuesday, April 04, 2017

For You, Marina Abramovic

Standing for six hours, an exhibit,
Seventy-two objects on the table,
Feathers, razors, knives, flowers, water, and a gun,
Were you not afraid of what they would do?
They made you sit,
So they could abuse and humiliate;
Slowly magnified the torture,
Attached things to your body,
Touched you to feel your skin tremble,
Used a razor to lacerate your neck,
Excoriated your tender breasts.
Did their glee mitigate your pain?
Experimenting with your garments,
Tearing up parts till you were naked,
Enjoying your shame.
Curiosity: arousal: masochism: BDSM:
Call it what you will,
It was nothing but savagery
Of man against his species.
Not content, not satiated,
Pointed a loaded gun to your head,
These common folks stuck rose thorns to your bosom,
Drove a knife between your legs.
They grew frenzied towards the end,
Searching for ways to hurt you more,
A gradual spiral of cruelty.
Were they ugly perverts in ordinary garb,
Looking for some distraction from boring lives?
Now, what lies inside has been revealed,
The cruelty lurking inside us.
Admire your courageous performance artistry,
Not even once did you flinch.
When they treated you as an object,
Why didn’t you,
Defend? Defend? Defend? Defend?
Like any human being would.

(Performance artist Marina Abramovic stood for six hours subjecting herself to an array of instruments of love and hatred. Sadly, people chose hatred.)

Thursday, March 30, 2017

പാമ്പ് - Snake (Poem in Malayalam)

ഞാൻ ഒരു പാവം പാമ്പ്
എന്നേ ഉപദ്രവിച്ചാലേ ഉപദ്രവിക്കു .
ഒരു കാലത്തു
എനിക്ക് കാലുണ്ടായിരുന്ന .
അത് എവിടെയോ പോയി .
ഇപ്പോൾ ഇഴഞ്ഞിഴഞ് നടക്കുന്നു
ഒരു വികാലങ്ങനെ പോലെ .
മഴയത്തും , വെയിലത്തും ,
കാറ്റത്തും , എല്ലാം ഇഴഞ്ഞു നടക്കും .
ആൾക്കാർക്കു എന്നേ കാണാൻ ഇഷ്ടമില്ല
തല്ലാൻ വടിയും , കല്ലും എടുക്കും
ഞാൻ ഓടും .
എത്രനാൾ ഇങ്ങനെ
ഒളിച്ചു ജീവിക്കും ?
അറിയില്ല .
ഞാൻ ആണ് നൂറിൽപരം
 ജീവികളുടെ മരണത്തിനു
കാരണക്കാരൻ .
ഇപ്പോൾ മതിയായി ,
കൊന്നതിന് ശിക്ഷ അനുഭവിക്കണം
നരകം ഉണ്ടോയെന്ന് അറിയില്ല
ഉണ്ടെങ്കിൽ അതിൽ പോകണം .
ആരെങ്കിലും എന്നെ
തല്ലിക്കൊന്നാൽ മതി
എന്നൊരു ആഗ്രഹം .
ഞാൻ ഒരു പാവം പാമ്പ് !
Note: will soon be translated into English.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Valentine's Limerick

They say Valentine was a saint,
Who loved to create abstracts in paint,
The paint was pink,
Wine was his drink,
After a few sips he began to feel faint.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

The Scream!

Too long have we suffered tyrannies of powerful people,
Engaged with them in their enterprise of human deceit,
Rarely have we asked this life to be indexed, better organised,
We fell in love, we forgot, we ignored what is important to us.

We believed in love but love never gave us a second chance,
One chance too many, life seemed to whisper in our ear,
We saw our true love disappear in train rides, and crowded airports,
We didn’t read their histories, or, what happened to them next.

We stared at the things we don’t have in store windows,
We postponed the things we wanted to the nearest future,
We didn’t mind the profanities, the insults, written in restrooms,
We forced our habits around hardwork to rest our heads in sleep.

We sleepwalked days chasing corporate targets, but forgot our own,
We lost what we earned in the sweep of cards, a turn of wheel,
We wept our sorrows in doctors’ clinics and intensive units,
When the needle hurt us, we shook up, and screamed in pain.

Like mad we clung to seats in office cubicles and conference rooms,
We said tomorrow will be ours, but tomorrow never arrived,
We dreamed our dreams in theatres and pleasure houses,
We were full of promise, truth be told, those promises never came.

Our ill-health took us by surprise; we never knew we could be sick,
We realised doctors can test and diagnose but never heal,
We wept bitter tears when our hearts were clogged by unhappiness,
We wanted a quick death, but it lingered from drugs to emergency, back to emergency.