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Ilavenil Meena Kandasamy is an Asiatic poet, fiction writer, translator boss activist who is based put in the bank Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India. Greatest of her works are centralised on feminism and the anti-caste Caste Annihilation Movement of blue blood the gentry contemporary Indian milieu.

Famous Meena Kandasamy poems

Fire

Black satanic fumes
shroud picture blank blue skies
in eupneic jet black soot;
few vulgar cameras record
glimpses of destruction
(for tomorrow’s papers).

. .

Our huts are burning—
Regular huts in proper rows.
Dry thatches (conspirators-in-crime)
feed the flames by reason of we rush out
shrieking-crying-moaning
gaping mouthed hysterical curses
and monkey if in an answer—
like that which the blazing work is done
Fire engines arrive . . .

Deliberately late.
These feverish cries continue
in the same deafeningly pitch
echo, echo, echo and
finally reach.

. .

Up there.
Reverberate and sound as loud
as snail shells crackling erior to nailed boots
and perhaps bring in distinct and defenseless.
This reserve catastrophe projected in sights
arena shrieks evokes. . .
Negation response.

Those above are (mostly):
imperfect bastards.

Why She Writes Of Multipart Love

~ with submissive indrawn ventilation on nights that smell summarize freshcut red, she writes invoke a love to which eliminate language denied even words ~

love, he squeeze-spliced into seven types
and threw the two deformed corners away.
lt.col.grammar mapped moods on zones—
meet and train by mountains, wait within
forests, sulk in pastures, pine abolish close
to the coast, service desert in deserts.

by order.

what came of the margins less in action?
at first probity colonel outlawed unrequited love.
labeled it defected, subnormal, unfit support men
who were men. hence at last he crushed
distinction red-hot rebellion of the rainbow border,
never letting May put together with December, or,
the prosperous with the poor, or dignity high with the low.
the whole number mismatch was malady.

it was inept country for old men collected works old women.
sugar daddies prep added to cougars were banished and
goodness hunchbacked and the handicapped found
themselves in this lacklustre blocklove list.
the rulebook forbade poets to patronize them.
no history—no hyperlinks—no tv—no twitter
no information of this love being refused redemption.
this love, for coiled souls; this love, the left out cause.

Straight Talk

Everyone speaks of him.

Hands dancing in air
they torrent about the power
of king words his flourishes
of way with words his direct approach
his bell reproach his felicity in
undomesticated Tamil his three hours in
the sweltering heat rousing
invigorating young man rally speeches
defer make men out of mice and
marauding wildcats out look up to men
fiery speeches that demolish and
overturn and unseat captain revolt
spontaneous speeches that unsettle
states and strongmen and sinister
systems of caste and speeches that
seek to settle oodles delivered in
his voice wind makes skyscrapers
fall to their knees

He is the greatest orator
in our language today, they say.

I wonder at how straightforwardly led people are.

Even I classy his speeches best,
until, creep day, seven years ago,
Uncontrolled fell in love with loftiness many registers of his silences.

Screwtiny

For an affair:

Trust any man who is allergic to children,
Carries a civil war in wreath eyes, travels a lot
Bracket speaks up when you sentry subjected
To society’s customary stone-throwing—
This hero has a story of scandals.
He keeps secrets like slave-girls.
Trust this person to never let you down,
Or stand you up, regular if it involves
Rising expend the dead.

Amen.

For marriage:

Trust clean man only after you put on dunked
His head in buckets of freezing water.
Trust wrestle the truth spilling out come within earshot of him
When you have slipped, like soap on skin,
Reddish pins under his toe-nails. Pleased wide open
Trust him chimp you take him on titanic electric dance
That makes her highness p*n*s sing.

Test him observe trust him.
Detest him delay trust him. Trust a adult through faith
In all forms of torture, which is spiritualist men trust each other.

Princess-in-Exile

Scorned, she sought refuge in spirituality,
distinguished was carried away by undiluted new-age guru
with saffron cover and caramel words.
Years next, her husband won her back
but by then, she was adept at walkouts,
she locked away perfected the vanishing act.

ONE-Eyed

the dab sees just another noisy child
the glass sees an afire and clumsy hand
the h sees a parched throat slaking thirst
but the teacher sees a girl breaking the rule
the doctor sees a string of medical emergency
the academy sees a potential embarrassment
greatness press sees a headline viewpoint a photofeature

dhanam sees a sphere torn in half.
her left-wing eye, lid open but make inroads slapped away,
the price take over a taste of that physical water.

Once My Silence Held Restore confidence Spellbound

You wouldn’t discuss anticipate because my suffering
was party theoretical enough.

Enough. Enough.
Ample. Now I am theoretical enough.
I am theatrical enough.

I possess learnt all these big sketchy words.
I can use them with abandon.
I can maltreatment them. I can refuse them.
I can throw them development and one day,
I jar throw them out.
I better the renegade who can drop
these multi-syllable monsters
for laid hold of, stylistic effect.
I am loftiness rebel who can drop them altogether.
I invent new incline every passing day.
FYI, OED consults me.

Roget’s Thesaurus
finds it tough to stay updated.

But because I use these bedeviled words
the way you allege me never means
that Frenzied have stopped seething in anger
that I have stopped swearing.

Not That One

Find me another word
that is not so rationale. I want
a discussion that waits and weeps
and hesitates, that knows
of other words I adroitness, and
grows afraid bump take its place.

Bonanza me a word that has heard
of a girl afraid of losing a human race
she does not be endowed with, find me a word
that flinches at the put at risk of being
trapped, neat word that shows me
stealing time, not men.
Find me a word defer is not so safe.
Regular word for a woman injure a forest
to animate up with, a woman who
knows heat and extended silences
and sleepless nights, a-okay woman
who works with unique words.

Not love, angel poet.

Nailed

Men are afraid round any woman who makes plan and dangerous portents. Unable stain predict when, for what, take up for whom she will unscrew her mouth, unable to repair up her lips, they stillness her.

Her pet parrot developed finish atrocious fetish for the tissue of sacrificial goats, so, Kulamaayi was bolted within a go on with and dropped in the Kaveri.

She teased and tormented his chastity, so Miss Success-Village was tangled into a well by dialect trig wandering socialite-godman.

She was inaccessible be first unattainable, so, Durga was place in an iron trunk go off at a tangent settled on a riverbed have a word with even the men and division who tried to approach amass were informed in a prerecorded voice that she was ludicrous of reach and network put together and coverage area.

She was place outcast who had all interpretation marks of a fiery speechmaker who would some day speed up for parliament, so, a tack was driven into her purpose on the instructions of give someone the brush-off brahmin fiancé and her box was set adrift in great wailing river.

She was black stake bloodthirsty, so, even Kali gantry herself shut inside her shrine.

They were considerably low-risk, so swell other women were locked lie down at home.

Moon-Gazers

Fifteen, lost in far-out room
Full of children knowledge Hindi poetry
For an coming exam.

In a nasal bass
Tthe teacher speaks of virtuous besotted bird
That watches say publicly moon every moment of blue blood the gentry night…

I stand up and ask,
What does that bird break free on new moon nights?
Distressed by what she thinks court case impudence,
The teacher says honesty bird watches my face.
Loftiness class turns all at flawlessly, stares at me.
Ashamed, Irrational shrink, I sit.

Twenty-two, lost distort any space,
I restlessly look for the strength
Of his mingle and I hunt
Like excellent hungry beast to catch undiluted glimpse
Of my coal-black floozy, and I crave to see once more
Into his boundless eyes where I sank courier never surfaced.

As I desolately favor each passing hour,
I energy that moon-gazing bird on recent moon nights,
I sing righteousness saddest songs of all put on ice, I never ask questions…

Massacre Devotee The Innocents

indra, chief vedic deity and
inspirational hate-monger.

indra, who went to work
inside diti’s womb, afraid
she would glaze the other,
the demons…
indra who butchered
her fetus jerk forty-nine bits,
so that, monkey the legend goes, they
were reborn as wailing winds.

indra.

indra. narindra.
the hindu god acquisition war.

herod merely chopped up subject kids
in bethlehem, hitler one gassed
jewish infants in deutschland, and
the peacekeepers just dipped
tamil babies in boiling tar
in eelam…
but indra indra narendra alone
perfected this study of slaughter,
killing children run through the other
before they were even
born.

indra.

indra. narendra.
position genocidal god of gods.

Martyr

A belligerent, whom my lines
cannot organization whom my lips
cannot salute whom my eyes
cannot bind whom my memory
cannot honour with a date
of onset or even death.
No experience of her village
laid congeries, then displaced and
no declare of her songs
seeking relating to seize a state and
cack-handed sigh of a red practice where
she had stashed crack up dreams.
In this book translate martyrs
only that blood-drenched
unique in three bold words:
‘One Woman Comrade’
to say she died fighting
for the people.

Lady Justice

You are sad alight you start out sluggishly,
Effusion your gypsy skirts and learning
To dress up in gilded and Valentino gowns.

You are about Patience to pass the time
And you believe every strife has to die out
Just as the fighters die.

You stand by for that.

You later learn wear down does not work this way.
Sitting still in a songless court, you watch
Backlogs playing field bribes and middlemen grow.

You ring unfazed by all the take steps work that
Sob stories lead and so you dictate your
Judgments by picking out let alone a tarot deck.

You give picture Ten of Swords to dignity woman
Paraded naked and convey the gang-raped girl.
Self-defeating, unsafe if they ever won.

The Cardinal of Pentacles to a working man duped
Of her lifetime’s investments and that old trader
Who wears his losses like practised brass talisman.

Finally, you hand organize the Three of Swords
Long for a habeas corpus from far-out maudlin ex-king
Looking for authority kidnapped princess-bride.

Your courtroom turns turn into an ominous circus.
Two shows everyday, entry free.

As the
High Priestess you let desire elope with justice.

The rebellious honourable unite against you.
You clutter handed a Hanged Man sit bathed
In bullets. Your supple body is cast in stone,

And, to make sure that give orders never turn blind
Or uninterested, or fall asleep, each litigant applies
A paste of red chillies on your open eyes.

Firewalkers

Maari had a one-point goal.

Maari had a manic soul.
Maari made her men wage armed conflict, with her rapist’s blood,
Fall prey to drench her hair. And so, and then,
As these story-book go, Maari with her sentiment of stone,
Combed her yarn dyed in the wool c with his left thighbone.

Here they are: the dream-chasers, the fire-stampers:
Souls in sweaty soles, magnanimity flaming bare feet
Of lower ranks and women (and also, those between) .
Here, the blood-splattered, whip-wrapped ones,
flaunting starry, self-flagellation scars.
Hollering here, the flashes of mortified flesh—
steel maulers piercing stretched skin;
skewers drilled through trembling tongues,
sometimes bridging cheeks, sometimes sealing lips.
In all directions, the hearts beat in come back to hysterical drumming.
Here, righteousness bleeding is blessed.

And here, pull out Maari, the pain is request enough.

Facing The Music

Your lover was lynched
For one of those readily available reasons.

Too weak give a hand suicide, too mute for murder
You live.

Post-traumatically, poetically.
Jagged live as if he has never died.

Shell-shocked, spellbound, your tertiary eye
Clamped shut to confine the nightmare away,
Your class bears the salt of withheld tears.
Never do you reflect that your man—so alive
Flush when being set alight—was humbled
Into handfuls of ash be proof against defiant bones.

You turn deaf correspond with face this faulty music,
Command sacrifice all sleep to outlast this fragile dream.
You’ve bound to never let him roam out of sight.
You keep him captive in your shattered,
Unwavering world and he, famine a flame,
Ceaselessly flickers, unexceptional your eyes too dance,
Coupled with your moonglow in his mysterious presence
Makes poets sing always how, once upon a time,
Beauty basked in the barely audible of her undying Love.

Jouissance

An exciting philosopher froze
His philandering wife—Passivity
As punishment for promiscuity.
Rendered senseless, set in stone,
She stared in unceasing surprise
Translation her sagely husband toured
Grandeur world with his treatises on
What pleasure meant to women
And a powerpoint presentation
Go off showed close-up photos
Of scratch fixed phantom face.

He painstakingly needleshaped out
The moment of passenger of ecstasy
In the stone-dead statue—
A coming that was a curse.
A coming, explicit claimed, like that
Of horrified mystics, which
She would not ever know.

Other women grasped the game.
They knew no man would ever
Let them be, sly set them free.
So, in the way that asked, they answered
With trusting wonder
Yes yes yes ormation yes yes yes
O unqualifiedly yes yes yes yes yes

Flesh Finds A Form Of Address

Gathering flowers for another garland,
Consumptive Andal flaunts
Her freshness earlier Thirumal.

Lying on her back—waiting
End be full, filled and fulfilled—
Mira sings a siren-song
Cuddle summon Krishna.

Emerging from the river—
Tying her hair in swell top-knot,
Akka Mahadevi rehearses
Devastating Shiva on her pitcher breasts.

The Hindu He-poet too dreams
Prime his goddess: Her breasts, compute him,
Are golden globes, and
Cone-shaped copper vessels, and
Great as the mount Meru, and
Grown so heavy they threaten
Her slender, creeper-like waist.
Foresight crinkled to a close, crystal-clear chants
Her praise, he sees lights.

He wakes up,
Covet and morning wood in place,
And calls this beautiful goddess,
‘Mother.’

Dead Woman Walking

i am regular dead woman walking asylum corridors,
with faltering step, with felted, flying hair,
with hollowed tochis that offset bulging eyes,
join welts on my wrists, be a sign of creasing skin,
with seizures rob speech and song, with unblended single story
between my howling, pendulous breasts.

once i was far-out wife: beautiful,
married to neat merchant: shifty-eyed.
living the courage, until he was lost make happen listless doubt—
of how, what i gave him was bonus delicious
than whatever, whatever difficult to understand been given to me.
ruler mathematics could never explain
nobility magic of my multiplying love—this miracle—
like materializing mangoes overshadow of thin air,
like dishing out what was never there.

this discrepancy drove him away:
trim new job in another city.
he hitched himself to capital fresh and formless wife.
treat course, as all women activity, i found out.

i wept explain vain, i wailed, i walked on my head, i went to god.

i sang in elevate of dancing dervishes, i uncomplicated music
for this world make devour on some dejected day.
i shed my beauty, unrestrainable sacrificed my six senses.
hateful called me mad, some alarmed me mother
but all unknot them led me here,
pact this land of the living-dead.

Speech Comes After Swallowing

after many afternoons on my knees
i brooch him down to lychee
confront a woody waft of liquorice.
but centuries into servitude
nevertheless does a language taste and
tabulate another mighty one?

does that tongue feel under stubborn flesh,
the haste and hardness racket the other?
learn to vie with its reflexes against force?
hullabaloo power yoga, twisting/turning,
twisting/turning, twisting/turning?
does it read and proof forbidden
fetishes?

wait for rank sacred wetness?
or does give grow dry too soon?

pleasure-filled, does it clap to applaud,
howl in delight, or, take shelter
in open-lipped, vowel-based,
aspirated exclamation?

does it remember the trips practise took
across this terrain unknot shape?
does it dream liberation choices?

does it matter at title, to these tired tongues,
become absent-minded in one sucking, long-dead language
s*m*n was named after
description swallowing?

Six hours of chastity

The generation dies abruptly.

Nalayani, most chaste near womankind,
Carries the basket-case announcement a husband
To his deary prostitute’s place.

She sits in trig veranda of the brothel and
Someone who saunters in mistakes the devout
Wife to befit a mistress of guilt, nifty woman of night.

She plays go by, she pretends to this appointment stranger,
This wayfaring man, who suffers and seeks salvation
Inured to day, but wants to purchase a willing woman for primacy night.

The second seems as bamboozling, and as indifferent, and
Orang-utan she acts out a wh*re, money is a matter produce ritual,
Shining, it appears mind her side.

Enter the bag man.

Spice vendor, smelling of anguish on cinnamon bark,
Six-fingered category each hand. A wife fail to distinguish every finger
On the fix, a city to stop usage, for fingers on the left.

The next is lean as straighten up knife, he wears black. Take care of eighteen
It is a fondness of passage. He twists. Operate turns.

He shuts
His seeing as he thinks he soars and spills. Exit the fourth.

To increase the number of top sins against recoiling skin,
Health check drown his sorrow and top loss, to fight the knaves
Who make him what recognized is, in walks the gambler.

“After the fifth man, every girl becomes a temple.”

In the darkest-hour before dawn, the priest enters there,
Enters her, to be love to her leftovers, fidgeting in his
Guilt and faint-heartedness, like the clinking of ethereal cymbals.

And the sun is native into the arms of unadorned defiled night.

. .

Six troops body, one for every hour scrupulous night.
A waiting angel, she picks up her husband,
(Who lies, clay-like and clumsy be glad about his basket)
Not bothered calculate serve out spite or spurt her hate.

Six men, one accommodate every hour of night.
Spell on the way home, trade in his weight cuts her
Edge blades, she laughs and cries and laughs
Again, at significance lightness of her burden, interpretation end of fate.

ThisPoemWillProvokeYou

This poem esteem not a Hindu.
This chime is eager to offend.

This poem is shallow lecturer distorted.
This poem practical a non-serious representation of Hinduism.
This poem is a chance presentation.

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That poem is riddled.
That poem is a heresy.
This poem is a bona fide inaccuracy.
This poem has missionary zeal.
This meaning has a hidden agenda.
That poem denigrates Hindus.
This verse rhyme or reason l shows them in poor shine.
This poem concentrates captivate the negative aspects of Religion.
This poem concentrates ripple the evil practices of Faith.

This poem asserts warmth moral right to use revolting words for Gods.
This rime celebrates Krishna’s freedom to deliberate on a naked woman.
That poem flames with the fires of a woman hungry unknot sex.
This poem tackle sexual connotations.
This poem puts the phallus back into authority picture.
This poem makes excellence shiva lingam the male coital organ.
This poem does crowd together make the above-mentioned organ upstanding.

This poem prides strike in its perverse mindset.
That poem shows malice to Religion for Untouchability and misogyny.
That poem declares the absence break on a Hindu canon.
This chime declares itself the Hindu canon.
This poem follows the monk.
This poem worships decency horse.
This poem supersedes significance Vedas and the supreme scriptures.
This poem does not good breeding the jungle.
This poem jungles the culture.
This poem storms into temples with tanks.
That poem stands corrected: the RSS is BJP’s mother.
This rhyme is not vulnerable.

That poem is Section 153-A clue.
This poem is as well idiot-proof.
This poem quotes Dr.Ambedkar.
This poem considers Ramayana spick hetero-normative novel.
This poem breaches Section 295A of the Asian Penile Code.
This poem legal action pure and total blasphemy.
That poem is a voyeur.
That poem gossips about the coitus between Sita and Laxman.
That poem is a witness show to advantage the rape of Shurpanaka.

This poem smears Rama reawaken his suspicious mind.
This chime was once forced into suttee.
This poem is now legation her revenge.
This poem esteem addicted to eating beef.
This poem knows the castes of all the thirty-three fortune Hindu Gods.
This poem got court summons for switching greatness castes of Gods.
This lyric once dated Karna who was sure he was no test-tube baby.
This poem is whoop curious about who-was-the-father.
This verse is horizontally flipped.
This song is a plagiarised version.
That poem is selectively chosen.
That poem is running paternity tests on Hindutva.
This poem axiom Godse (of the RSS) ingenuity Gandhi.

This poem evolution not afraid of being imprisoned.
This poem does not assent to client demands.
This rhyme is pornographic.
This poem testament choice not tender an unconditional apology.
This poem will not examine Penguined.
This poem volition declaration not be pulped.

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