Poetry

Poetry by Sukrita
- Sukrita Paul Kumar

Three Poems by Sukrita

 

Himalayan Tsunami

 

The gaping holes in that old blanket

Spoke the language of deep sighs

Of hunger and deprivation

 

While the little head

Peeping out of the blanket

At one end -

-The head of Socrates himself-

Fixes a question mark

 

The norms of development

Lying across the gluey tar road

Running zigzag on the mountains

Through echoing ominous tunnels

 

To the town called Kedarnath

Where pilgrims turn ghosts 

With holes in their eyes

Expressing their faith

Or the complete lack of it

 

……………………………….

 

 

 

 

 

DEAR DEPARTED

 

 

Your glance through the gap

between the clouds

over Mukteshwar

lights up the mountain,

the red of the rhododendrons

spills over the cliffs

 

I recall the passion

Flowing out of your

Discourses on

The freedom of the soul

 

 

Your dancing shadow

In the oak forest

The tall upright trees

standing like

soldiers in attention

in symmetrical rows.

 

Now behind the tree,

Now there on top of the tallest one

My eye runs ahead of you

 

Hadn’t I learnt to

Anticipate the road you

Might take?

 

 

Visible

in the green sound

of the bird not in view

 

Somewhere from the top of the tall pine

 

I listened to you

Syllable by syllable

Word after word

Staccato sounds

From the other side of life

Partitioned by the thin line

Of death

 

The dive into the valley

Gliding through blue breeze

The click of your camera

Capturing the tranquil float

 

Stillness of rapid movement

The offering of meditations

Picking the sparkle

Off the stars

Lighting dark clouds

To get a day of awakening

Or 

for perhaps an eternal sleep

In the cosmos

 

…………............................................

 

 

 

 

The Strange Gift of Sharad Purnima

 

 

…feeling

 

From the centre of the earth

It rose as a streak of lightening

And entered the soles of my feet

Travelling through veins

Into the heart, then the head

Bursting my skull

Tearing  into the skies

Flying out with messages of madness

In search of reason…

 

 

 

…thought

 

The bright ray of the sun

Pierced the dark clouds

Broke open my head

Settling in the cage,

 

Whiffs of reason and logic

Filling the cranium

Stretched in anguish as if

In search of madness…

Three Poems by Sukrita

 

 

 

Himalayan Tsunami

 

The gaping holes in that old blanket

Spoke the language of deep sighs

Of hunger and deprivation

 

While the little head

Peeping out of the blanket

At one end -

-The head of Socrates himself-

Fixes a question mark

 

The norms of development

Lying across the gluey tar road

Running zigzag on the mountains

Through echoing ominous tunnels

 

To the town called Kedarnath

Where pilgrims turn ghosts 

With holes in their eyes

Expressing their faith

Or the complete lack of it

 

……………………………….

 

 

DEAR DEPARTED

Your glance through the gap

between the clouds

over Mukteshwar

lights up the mountain,

the red of the rhododendrons

spills over the cliffs

 

I recall the passion

Flowing out of your

Discourses on

The freedom of the soul

 

 

Your dancing shadow

In the oak forest

The tall upright trees

standing like

soldiers in attention

in symmetrical rows.

 

Now behind the tree,

Now there on top of the tallest one

My eye runs ahead of you

 

Hadn’t I learnt to

Anticipate the road you

Might take?

 

 

Visible

in the green sound

of the bird not in view

 

Somewhere from the top of the tall pine

 

I listened to you

Syllable by syllable

Word after word

Staccato sounds

From the other side of life

Partitioned by the thin line

Of death

 

The dive into the valley

Gliding through blue breeze

The click of your camera

Capturing the tranquil float

 

Stillness of rapid movement

The offering of meditations

Picking the sparkle

Off the stars

Lighting dark clouds

To get a day of awakening

Or 

for perhaps an eternal sleep

In the cosmos

 

…………............................................

 

 

 

 

The Strange Gift of Sharad Purnima

 

…feeling

 

From the centre of the earth

It rose as a streak of lightening

And entered the soles of my feet

Travelling through veins

Into the heart, then the head

Bursting my skull

Tearing  into the skies

Flying out with messages of madness

In search of reason…

…thought

 

The bright ray of the sun

Pierced the dark clouds

Broke open my head

Settling in the cage,

 

Whiffs of reason and logic

Filling the cranium

Stretched in anguish as if

In search of madness…

........................................................................................

Sukrita Paul Kumar holds the Aruna Asaf Ali Chair at the University of Delhi. An Honorary Fellow of International Writing Programme, University of Iowa (USA) and a former Fellow of the Indian Institute of Advanced Study, Shimla, she was also an invited poet in residence at Hong Kong Baptist University. She has published several collections of poems in English including, Folds of Silence, Without Margins, Rowing Together and Apurna. Her poems selected and translated by the eminent lyricist Gulzar has been published by HarperCollins as a bilingual book, Poems Come Home.

Sukrita’s major critical works include Narrating Partition, Conversations on Modernism, The New Story and Man, Woman and Androgyny. Some of her co-edited books are Speaking for Herself: An Anthology of Asian Women’s Writings, Ismat, Her Life, Her Times, Interpreting Homes in South Asian Literature and Women’s Studies in India: Contours of Change. As Director of a UNESCO project on “The Culture of Peace”, she edited Mapping Memories, a volume of Urdu short stories from India and Pakistan. She has two books of translations, Stories of Joginder Paul and the novel Sleepwalkers. She is the chief editor of the book on Cultural Diversity in India published by Macmillan India and prescribed by the University of Delhi.

A recipient of many prestigious fellowships and residencies, Sukrita has lectured at many universities in India and abroad.