Friday 28 January 2022

Truth or Proof?


Sue & Rue

Sue: What's truth?

Rue: Fact, reality.

Sue: What's a lie?

Rue: An intentional untruth.

Sue: What's burden of proof?

Rue: The obligation to prove an allegation.

Sue: What if a lie is proved to be the truth?

Rue: Burden of truth.


Friday 21 January 2022


K. Krishnadas

Love is like a pearl
the tear it keeps from the world
a smile to unfurl.


Friday 14 January 2022

I Shall Console Myself

This poem is in reply to Vineetha Mekkoth's poem "Shall I Console Myself" (from the collection 'Penpiravi - Birth of a Woman'), which is a translation of the Malayalam poem "Njan Ashwasichotte?" (from the collection 'Penpiravi') by Girija Pathekkara. The original poem is dedicated to the one-and-a-half-year-old vagabond child who was cruelly raped and abandoned some years back near the Kozhikode Medical College.

I Shall Console Myself


the pain in your shuttered eyes
will fog their vision so
they remain blinded
to the last light
on their shady life road,

the cries on your hushed lips
will split their ears so
they remain deafened
to the last rhythm
of their heart's highs and lows,

your body they twisted, tore apart
will haunt their limbs so
they are weighed down
till the last lap
toward their own dead-end goals,

the blood you drained
will drench and soak them so
no fire will ever rise
in their belly
to rouse what's left of their soul.

The translated poem by Vineetha Mekkoth is quoted below.

Shall I Console Myself

That child's
tiny feet
used to measure out
the burning roads - 
sucking on her thumb
like a clay doll
lay her naked little body.
Her tiny lips
lisped 'Ammmma...'
Now I see her
on the TV screen.
Tired, dark body
smattered with
drops of blood.
Wide eyes
unwilling to cry,
A one-legged doll
clasped to her chest.
As you grow
may the dark memories
of that roaring lustful night
be erased from you,
my child.
Thus, may I console myself?

And here's the original poem in Malayalam by Girija Pathekkara.

ഞാൻ ആശ്വസിച്ചോട്ടെ?

പിഞ്ചു കാലടികളാൽ 

ചുട്ടുപൊള്ളുന്ന പാതകൾ 

എന്നും പിച്ചവെച്ചളക്കാറുണ്ടായിരുന്നു 

ആ കൂഞ്ഞ്-

തള്ളവിരൽ ചുരത്തുന്ന പാൽ 

ഈമ്പി വലിച്ചുകൊണ്ട് 

കളിമണ്ണിൽ മെനഞ്ഞപോൽ 

നഗ്നമായ, കുഞ്ഞുടൽ.

'അമ്...മ്...മ്മ' എന്നവ്യക്തമായ് മൊഴിയുന്ന 


ഇപ്പോൾ ഞാനവളെക്കാണുന്നത് 

ടി.വി. സ്ക്രീനിൽ 

തളർന്നു കരുവാളിച്ച മെയ്യിൽ 


കരയാൻ കൂട്ടാക്കാത്ത കുഞ്ഞുമിഴികളിൽ 


കാലറ്റ കളിപ്പാവയെ 

നെഞ്ചോടു ചേർത്ത ഇളംകൈകൾ 

വളരുമ്പോൾ നിൻ്റെയോർമ്മകൾക്ക് 



അലറുന്ന കാമത്തിൻ്റെ

ആ ഇരുണ്ട രാത്രിയെന്ന് 


ഞാൻ ആശ്വസിച്ചോട്ടെ?   

Friday 7 January 2022

The Moonlight Dance

Jayashree Peringode

Thiruvathira. The day Goddess Parvathi became one with Lord Siva. Women in Kerala celebrate this holy day by fasting, chewing on betel leaves, and dancing in groups around a fully lit traditional lamp in the courtyard, late into the full-moon night.

തിരുവാതിര is a Malayalam poem by Jayashree Peringode. The poem is so beautiful that one wants to re-versify it in English. In the process of re-versification, one munched on the poem for so long that it dyed one's thoughts in a flush of emotions. And the heart knew what it meant to leap and dance in joy.


കാറ്റു തേയ്ക്കും
തണുത്ത ചുണ്ണാമ്പ്
നീറ്റിയേറ്റും നിലാവിനെ
തിന്നു ചോപ്പിച്ചൊ-
രാതിരേ വരൂ

© Jayashree Peringode


Come, Athiré,
munch on the moonlight
singed, laden
with limey chill
smeared by the wind,
Come reddened,
leap a dance in me!

© Sujatha Warrier

Saturday 1 January 2022

Book Launch - One More Line and Other Poems


The virtual launch of One More Line and Other Poems by Dancer, Musician and Writer Dr. Rajashree Warrier on December 30, 2021.