by gopikrishnan Kottoor
There are other things dear for nostalgia.
Just like her heart; the old college radio that was your pillow
That fell down and broke , with Toni Willie and the Pussycats still singing
‘I must get you, take my heart’
Flowering trees cut down,
their berries like raped breasts crying alone with the night dew
The new born butterfly drenched with the morning rainbow
Waiting for its wings to dry
The dark room in the underground filled with poetry books
Near broken drainage pipes
Where you secretly took your undelivered love letters to hide,
And the spotted hand mirror that knew all
where her face always came in
Whenever you were looking for yours.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born (1956), Trivandrum, Kerala, India., Winner, All India Poetry Prizes, Poetry Society, India-British Council Awards (96, 97, 98), and other leading poetry prizes. Poetry published in Ariel (Canada), Orbis (UK), Nth Position (UK), Bluefifth Review (UK), Toronto Review (Canada), The Illustrated Weekly of India, Kavya Bharati (India), Fulcrum (USA), Verse, Seattle, (USA), Indian Literature, Arabesque Review, Plaza (Japan), Chandrabhaga (India), and others. Founder editor, Poetry Chain. Participant, MFA, Texas state University, (2000) Poet in Residence, Augsburg University, Germany (2004). Important works : Poetry : Father, Wake Us In Passing, (German Translation, Wolfgang Heyder) A Buchenwald Diary, Mother Sonata, Victoria Terminus, Poems Selected and New (2010). The Coloured Yolk of Love (2012). Drama: Fire In The Soul The Mask of Death. Novel : A Bridge Over Karma (Novel). Poetry included in The Bloodaxe book of Contemporary Indian Poetry In English, The Golden Jubilee Anthology of Post Independence Indian poetry In English, and Poetry Society, India anthologies.
Last updated May 28, 2012