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Tracing This City's MythologyAuthor(s): M.K. AjaySource: Indian Literature, Vol. 50, No. 2 (232) (March-April 2006), pp. 39-40Published by: Sahitya AkademiStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/23340917 .
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blinded our sights used to this sogginess, this stillness.
We wait for rains
to wash away this day.
When I Woke up
I woke up late
saw crows frozen in white clouds
cunning black etched in white
saw winds laughing like Asuras
through spangled hills.
In my reverie, I must have bragged about my youth, for the wind echoes:
"everyone is younger than a poet with his countless dreams
tearing away from ancient sleep
lurking inside, behind arthritic joints now painfully murmuring." I woke up late
and became a few grey hair
walking on my flesh, rudiments of truth
on my torso's scalp.
Tracing This City's Mythology
I discern a mythology far away from where Brabminy kites
glide into our lives, their flights, a detour
into arecanut trees by my bedroom window.
Look at this city's faded motifs.
A bird's eye-view is needed
to feel its pain etched into bylanes arteries of steel, glassy facades,
smells, failings tugging like anchors.
I wish something here would talk to us
that these green patches hidden among people,
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two-room homes and hoardings would sense our awkwardness,
sense our sleepwalker's body language. The morning newspaper does nothing to help
merely recoding another day gone into this misshapen earth's chanting of oblivion
far away from the Brahminy kites.
Another day has just walked into shadows.
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