Kiss of love 2014
Two among them
kissing
in a park
Two among them
kissing
in a beach
Two among them
kissing
in a coffee shop
There were voices rising,
kiss ruins our
culture
Somebody spits on them
Some other may throw stones on them
My culture was an age old cemetery
I have done lots of things to break that one
But, that stood like a rock
My culture was a dark room
I wrote so many books to light a lamp
But at last, everything went off
My culture was a dent of injustice
I tried five thousand years to initiate a parade for
justice
But they were supressed in the silence in our
history
But now you see,
The time has changed
Everything became easy
Two among them just kissing
Its basement started shaking
Ten among them just kissing
It starts to vanish
Hundreds of them assembling and kissing
It became a declaration of war on our strongest
culture
I feel very sad that
I wasted my energy for five thousand years instead
of giving a kiss.
Days of Floods -2015
People in the cities
asking everyone:
Do you need help?
Do you need help?
If someone asks for time
They respond immediately
If somebody asks for directions
They respond correctly
Too many handshakes
Too many smiles at first sight
My neighbour
Who was not spoken to me
For the last twenty two years
Now making a tea for me
None is scared of anyone
None is doubted of anyone
A pure love passes through everyone
That is the love of destruction
That is the love of death
That is the love of fear
That is for a come back
That is for a rehabilitation
That’s the love
Which makes us ashamed for
what we were earlier.
That place
When leaving
You are taking everything you brought
But
That place
Remains intact
The place
Which you didn’t brought earlier
Which doesn’t exist earlier
Those who comes to change our lives
Those who come to change our lives
Doesn’t look like they came to do so
They comes with a simple look
They come through some simple words
They arrives like they are looking for someone else
They arrives like they come to ask something else
That much motiveless
That much doubtless
We even alerts ourselves and ask
“You are here to change our life, isn’t it?”
They denies and responds
“We just came to give something you had lost”
They denies and says
“We are searching someone else in your name”
Those who comes to change our lives
Starts with simple questions
We only giving them dangerous informations
They show their kindness through a small gift
But we only set a biggest prize for that
They asks some water only to drink
But we only mixing something else by mistake
They requests us only to sit in our hall
But we only opens all rooms to them
They makes us to believe the life we live is not a
life
They teach us to live someone else
You always touch somebody’s hands
When the other touch your heart in response you
forget to withdraw hands
Someone touches your dress very softly
But you respond very emotional as they touched your skin
Those who comes to change our lives really changes
it one day
We ask them with confusion
From where to begin
They respond in silence
This is your same old life,
Go back.
Touching
When a saint touches our head
We break ourselves out
We end up in tears
We feel like a feather
when he takes out our burdens
by a touch on our shoulder
When he touches our hands
Our illness are getting cured
Our problems getting vanished
I stare at his hands
There is nothing special
They are just a man’s hand
Just as ours
As for eating and hugging
Even then he makes miracles
by a simple touch
Somehow he found a simple act
which we all forgot
I think of this again and again
Who touched me at last?
Is my mother?
Whether my friend?
Or my little dog?
We are not trained to touch
Without motives
Without thirst
Without any plans
Touching a fellow man
Became a compulsion
Became a crime
Became an assault
Became a violence
After a handshake
I always look at my hand
But a saint has no fear
He never does that
When I touch a woman
She gets wrinkled
She baths again and again
Uses a bad word
But a saint touches a woman
same as he touches men
We try to touch the children
We never get them in hands
Again we are touching them forcefully
Then they became scared of touching in their entire
life
But a saint touches us like a child
A simple act
Nothing as simple as that
But, we have lost that completely
We are waiting to be touched
We changed that into
That much sinful
That much harmful
As an act of holiness.
A request
This time also
Your voice uttering the same thing
When I’m leaving
“Close the door when leaving”
It’s a simple request,
Even then
It leaves me disturbed.
Leave request
“I need leave”
She requested her manager
“I have some personal works to do”
She added with hesitance
“How many days you need?
There are a lot to do here”
This is her manager
She responded with a broken voice,
“I need to take care of myself, I think
at least three hundred years I
need”
Killing the master
I came to
Kill my master
Later I understood
It’s impossible
After seeing him
Teaching me
How to die
In this darkness
In this world
There are many ways to know
Where you are
There is nothing to understand
How you are
In this darkness
From now
From now
I’ve relieved you from
All the guilt you had towards me
But why it
Looks like hatred?
Looks like a separation?
Looks like an ignorance?
Among the outsiders
She has met
so many outsiders earlier
A new neighbour
A new roommate
A new shopkeeper
A new guest
A new traveller
A new manager
A new lover
None among them
made her shattered
None among them
threatened her like
a dark shadow
None among them
compelled her to lock herself
Nobody mistermed her
psychological issues as arrogance
Nobody fixed her
a cheap rate
At the end
she was married to a new man.
Author: One of the modern poets in Tamil. Real name, S. Abdul Hameed, born in 1968. Starting from 2002 he has written more than 3000 poems and published 22 collections. He began his literary career in early 80's and at a very young age of 16, his first poem got published. In 2002, he was awarded the Sanskriti National Award for his outstanding contribution to Tamil literature as a young writer. In addition, he is a Social and Literary critic, Editor of a monthly - Uyirmmai, Publisher, Politician.
(NIIST Magazine 2019)
(NIIST Magazine 2019)
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