• Lips turn the wheel of time: Three Poems

    The Indian Cultural Forum invited poet Chandramohan S for a reading of his poems in our studio:

     

     

    Killing the  Shambukas
     
    Jim Crow segregated hostel rooms
    Ceiling fans bear a strange fruit,
    Blood on  books and blood on papers,
    Black body swinging in mute silence,
    Strange fruit hanging from tridents.

     

    Lips turn the wheel of time
     
    "Correct our watches by the public clocks.
    Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks."
     — T.S. Eliot, "Portrait of a Lady"
     
    Two pairs of lips
    Lock in a kiss
    Losing the sense of time .
     
    Heads turn to
    Adjust their wrist watches
    From a public clock .
     
    Locked lips
    Turn the wheel of time
    Like prophets.

     

    Grapes of Wrath

    "The displaced of capital have come to the capital."
    — Anne Winters
     
    Faceless migrant lads
    Tread landscapes of tongues
    To be greeted with a lisping embrace
    At God's own country.

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