Showing posts with label Poetry 2009 Longlist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry 2009 Longlist. Show all posts
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
Poetry 2009 Longlist, Zakir Hussain
I YEARN TO PAINT
I yearn to paint with the pink colour of life
Pink from a missy’s blushing cheeks, which reveal her unannounced love.
Pink from the rose in her tresses, which her lover gifted.
Pink from her soft lips, which experienced the warm kiss.
Pink from a missy’s blushing cheeks, which reveal her unannounced love.
Pink from the rose in her tresses, which her lover gifted.
Pink from her soft lips, which experienced the warm kiss.
I yearn to paint with the green colour of life
Green from the plant of Tulsi, which a mother waters every morn.
Green from the bangles in her wrist, which sing a lullaby.
Green from the banana leaf, which holds lovingly cooked meals.
Green from the plant of Tulsi, which a mother waters every morn.
Green from the bangles in her wrist, which sing a lullaby.
Green from the banana leaf, which holds lovingly cooked meals.
I yearn to paint with the black colour of life
Black from the speck of kohl, which protects from evil eyes.
Black from the piece of charcoal, Hung from the door.
Black from the eyes, which cast evil eyes.
Black from the speck of kohl, which protects from evil eyes.
Black from the piece of charcoal, Hung from the door.
Black from the eyes, which cast evil eyes.
I yearn to paint with red colour of life
Red from a martyr’s blood, which stained the battlefield.
Red from the pyre’s fire, which cremated his body.
Red from his widow’s vermilion, which deserted her parting.
Red from a martyr’s blood, which stained the battlefield.
Red from the pyre’s fire, which cremated his body.
Red from his widow’s vermilion, which deserted her parting.
I yearn to paint with the white colour of life
White from the Imperialists’ skin, against whose rule, the Father fought.
White from the salt of Dandi, which became his weapon.
White from the cotton thread, which spun the fabric of a nation.
White from the Imperialists’ skin, against whose rule, the Father fought.
White from the salt of Dandi, which became his weapon.
White from the cotton thread, which spun the fabric of a nation.
Poetry 2009 Longlist, Neelima P
ULTRASOUND
White walls
And diamond tiles
Over my head
As they gelled my womb
And looked for a life.
And diamond tiles
Over my head
As they gelled my womb
And looked for a life.
The red report
Had my favorite
Secret .I grabbed
It to see if there was
A form, a shape,
Had my favorite
Secret .I grabbed
It to see if there was
A form, a shape,
A beginning, an end,
A breath, a beat,
They didn’t explain
The spine and the head
But I saw
A breath, a beat,
They didn’t explain
The spine and the head
But I saw
My heart beat there.
Poetry 2009 Longlist, Apeksha Harihar
LAST NIGHT …
Deep within my heart, a voice called out to me.
It asked me if I’m still alive, whether I want to live
From head to toe, you are ruined it said,
You are destroyed in every way.
You have a weak will; your spirits are now low.
You won’t be able to face a happy world anymore.
Deep within it kept speaking a voice that would never stop.
It asked me if I’m still alive, whether I want to live
From head to toe, you are ruined it said,
You are destroyed in every way.
You have a weak will; your spirits are now low.
You won’t be able to face a happy world anymore.
Deep within it kept speaking a voice that would never stop.
And then I rose to put forward my condition, and then I spoke again
From head to toe I’m experienced not ruined, I screamed in my defence.
The phases of my life have taught me a lot, yes it has made me cry a lot
But, now I am not sitting back, depressed, lonely and dark.
I am up on my feet again challenging everything to its mark.
From head to toe I’m experienced not ruined, I screamed in my defence.
The phases of my life have taught me a lot, yes it has made me cry a lot
But, now I am not sitting back, depressed, lonely and dark.
I am up on my feet again challenging everything to its mark.
My inner voice is speaking again,
It’s asking me to leave, leave the desire of love behind and
Drown into the deep.
Save me for I don’t want to lose, I want to fight for my life
Live until the very end and prove that I am right.
No pain, no sorrow, no despair will remain, after I am gone.
So as I live I will go through them, not unhappy that I was born.
It’s asking me to leave, leave the desire of love behind and
Drown into the deep.
Save me for I don’t want to lose, I want to fight for my life
Live until the very end and prove that I am right.
No pain, no sorrow, no despair will remain, after I am gone.
So as I live I will go through them, not unhappy that I was born.
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