Meena Kandasamy Poems

Ours is a silence
that waits. Endlessly waits.

And then, unable to bear it
any further, it breaks into wails.
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I am living on
because providing apologies is easy
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Non Dualism
Atman Self
Brahman God
Are Equal
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Black satanic fumes
shroud the blank blue skies
in puffing jet black soot;
few flashy cameras record
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Algorithm for converting a Shudra into a Brahmin
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You are possessed.
Witch doctors believe in phantoms,
that cause your illness. But, driving out devils
can be challenging. Spirits are given away—
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When you called me
To light up your life
I could never refuse.
But, there are things I ask of you.
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and may be we will
almost fall in love...
I will look into his eyes,
and he into mine—
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When memory decides
To no longer bear the burdens—
Of pain, or even plain indifference
She has her winsome wicked ways.
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The last thing she does
before she gets ready to die
once more, of violation,
she applies the mascara.
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