Annual Balance Sheet of Life

Every year when I show balance sheet of loan, you say-
I’ll clear all this year. But Invitation card of the Year-end
And New Year is sent back from your address
The old peon says smiling
May be the address is wrong
My balance sheet is not updated.
I never have mistaken your address


Annalena

It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of Annalena had caressed it, it seemed to me divinely beautiful as if suffused with heavenly sweetness. I liked her velvet wetness, long voyages in the delta her legs. A striving upstream toward her beating heart through more and more savage currents saturated with the light of hops and bindweed. And our vehemence and triumphant laughter and our hasty dressing in the middle of the night to walk on the stone stairs of the upper city.


Anna Hazare

They all gather round the man in his seventies
Who is on a fast-unto-death against the muck:

I hear the flutter of a change in the spring wind!

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(Written on 6.4.2011 in honour of the social activist Anna Hazare, for his fast against corruption at Jantar Mantar, New Delhi.)


Untitled

"இப்பொழுதும்
அங்குதான்
இருக்கிறீர்களா? "
என்று
கேட்டார்
"எப்பொழுதும்அங்குதான் இருப்பேன்"
என்றேன்.


Angry Words

Rash, angry words, and spoken out of season,
When passion has usurp'd the throne of reason,
Have ruin'd many. Passion is unjust,
And for an idle, transitory gust
Of gratified revenge, dooms us to pay
With long repentence at a later day.


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