Will you let me fade with the note your being will sing, even if vulnerably? Will you give me the salt of your sweat kissed by the moon-swelled sea? Will you give me your breath at the time of love?
Once, just once, without the garment of words? You will write about the touch, and touch me When I finally touch you, will you transcend the words However hard I sing freedom, I’m a happy slave to an affected sensibilityĪn interlude enforced by an anticipatory thumri:īut I’ve already prepared myself to let go of you: The eee of the buri stayed as a shard of sound in my heart, heavy My friend Arif Pari told me it was bahut buri, done so badly I now try to focus simply on the telling of the storyĪnd tell myself what I shall tell him this time, with the force of rhyme:įor Kashmir, bloody Kashmir, I’d made up a thumri: me-too restlessly That I must watch out for the overuse of the sound eee It seems to ring in his head annoyingly, persistentlyĬhastised, I drop a few from my last poem, hastily Sweating in Jodhpur, reading my poetry, telling me frankly In my lightened head, I’ve also to carry the idea of Rahul Soni Sorry, some footnotes sneak into the bodyĮven if they present themselves parenthetically, hyperlinkedly) (read Lionel Fogarty-who jabs at the meanings of words ranged neatly by Aussies. It stakes a claim, immodestly, to the condition of poetry (To those late to the story, here’s a link to wiki and here, to the book we published-let me plug, oh let me, let me)Įveryday life is just dull prose, invariably If you feel strongly about it, speak loudest of your own complicityįor the need to parade guilt as historical necessity is a good deflection strategy
When Navayana is asked to collaborate with a private universityīuilt with the money made by impoverishing adivasis I can’t help it if it all rhymes-perhaps that’s the way history sings Of gender, law, caste and postcoloniality, calls meĪnd says she wants to organise a two-day conference on Khairlanjiįor the oncoming tenth anniversary of the atrocity Into the mosaic of atrocities: and the atrocity of being in such a mosaic:Ī sociologist exploring the intersectionality An early preparation for the nationwide commemoration of its tenth anniversary that will commence shortly
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