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.
