Friday, February 20, 2009

In Waiting, the Fans of Elite Poets' Clubs



























"Loss of innocence'
-lamented - yet beautifully,
the elite poets of the world.
Aroma in the conditioned air mist;
Applause from the polished chairs.

Far in the Lands of Reality
flashed when crashed
-frequently and freely-
to fully flush
the sheltering nests out
as mere heavy smoke and dust,
and thick ash and soot,
the crushing clusters
with their own childish mind
hurdled from the hands of men
armed to their teeth,
business partnering minions
of the applauding monarchs.

Loss of Innocents, and the
poor poets gone too.
Chars of Wars -
Words already marred;
mingle and mangle,
mangle then mingle.

Still in the silhouette of
Metropolitan Mansions
in waiting
the Elite poets' fan clubs
for their Poetry of Dead,
Cheap Mummies of Men, Women,
Children and Poets
of poor kinds.

In the far lands of burning jungles
Loss of da Innocents
pushes the
Loss of Innocence....
....
......
.......
SOLDIER!
.........There gone a child.

Dew Tear drops on dry skins!
Wetting mist of the dead poetry
mixed with the dots of blood stains
- Sulfur in Air
Vs.
Caviar in Plate.

Beautifully Dead in the Poetry
of da Princes of Highlands,
are da Paupers of Burntlands.

Beautiful Poetry Sells!
Bomb_burnt People Smell!

Capital Hills
eat in
Rotten Hells!!


(yet to be edited)

14 comments:

Unbound Urchin said...

these days, i surrender to sasoon and owen.
well written aney, Galle litfest crowd gotta see this. They perfectly fit into this poem.

-/பெயரிலி. said...

agreed - from galle face to ghoul face to our faces it would & should fit

Unbound Urchin said...

our faces??? that is a harsh truth to take up. i gave up writing poems after i landed here. the very process of 'writing poems'which used to be a great one in troubled Jaffna, changed into a weirdly absurdic activity. not to mention a slight sense of guilt.
sigh, we do fit in.

-/பெயரிலி. said...

are you in the deliberate process of becoming a(nother) 'நட்சத்திரன் செவ்விந்தியன்'? ;-)

Unbound Urchin said...

ha ha. no. that is an insult to my so called individuality :-P
he is a fav. esp the poems in 'Vasantham 91'.

Unbound Urchin said...

btw, thanks for the observation. i'll look into this very interesting matter. ;)

-/பெயரிலி. said...

the reason why I asked is that you've started to show the traits ;-)

Unbound Urchin said...

in future, i'll try my best to hide them.
btw, 'yet to be edited' at the end of this poem is somewhat mysteriously poetic.

-/பெயரிலி. said...

/'yet to be edited' at the end of this poem is somewhat mysteriously poetic./
I call it, 'Mystic', and I am a sufi ;-)

Unbound Urchin said...

/sufi/ i didn't know that.
but i'm sorry, i don't see any traces of mysticism there. it depends on your definition of mysticism illaiya.... mystic or mysterious, this is a good read. :)

-/பெயரிலி. said...

do not take it literarily
I ain't a sufi nor a sophist, but just another-pissed-ofFist

Unbound Urchin said...

%-/

Anonymous said...

beautiful poem..
and I know I hate to say that and you hate to hear that.. :-(

--fd

Unbound Urchin said...

was reposting some of ma writings in a private blog. i came across these lines:
//இடதுசாரி விமர்சகர்களின் கண்டனத்துக்குள்ளான சௌந்தர்ய உபாசகம்Xவியட்னாம் நிலமைகள் சிக்கலில் லா.சா.ராவின் சாய்வே எனக்கு இப்போதும், அதில் அவர் ஒரு நேர்மையான மனிதராய் நமக்குத் தெரிகிறார். அன்றாடம் கொலை நடக்கிற இந்தச்சூழலிலும் எமது அதிகாலைத் தேநீரை ரசித்துக் குடிக்க முடிகிறதே அது போலத்தான்.// - http://muranveliarchives.wordpress.com/2009/03/06/la-sa-ra/

wriiten at a time of curfews/arrests/etc... i'm amused at my courage to shoot such lines!! :preening: