#kuzhoorindiaanitha
Mulling over a poem,
While awaiting cigarettes
At the grocery,
The one from Kasargod asked
Is your women here?
I got startled for a moment,
Wondering whether he saw
Everyone inside me
O grocery person from Kasargod,
Who labels the many inside a single female by one word,
Leave me there,
You go into my poem….
*In Malabar, in ordinary parlance, they say “women” when they mean one woman.
I confronted this way of speaking more after reaching the Gulf.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Was getting ready
To interview
Someone
Who goes to and from the office
Daily in an ambulance
All questions
About death
Were interrupted by life
So I changed track
And ferreted about for questions on life
Then death too barged in
About an ordinary vehicle becoming an Ambulance,
About an ambulance becoming
An ordinary vehicle
A casual end,
As if there is no homework needed
For the world’s most boring interview.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC