by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
It will twist and bend the trees that must grow straight
to the raining clouds, it'll breed ghosts in the nights looking for your footprints
thinking you are there lost upon the beach
searching me; but that is not true, you are not there you do not search anyone you , after a night of indolence the moon hanging like another lover by your window; but why must I think so when everything you do is is for your open breast
turning to impatiens; turning jewel weeds bursting upon the night; it is easy to reconnoitre; you in my arms, upon my body, quietly burning in my soul,
building up like winter snow, turning empty in my hands .
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born (1956), Trivandrum, Kerala, India., Winner, All India Poetry Prizes, Poetry Society, India-British Council Awards (96, 97, 98), and other leading poetry prizes. Poetry published in Ariel (Canada), Orbis (UK), Nth Position (UK), Bluefifth Review (UK), Toronto Review (Canada), The Illustrated Weekly of India, Kavya Bharati (India), Fulcrum (USA), Verse, Seattle, (USA), Indian Literature, Arabesque Review, Plaza (Japan), Chandrabhaga (India), and others. Founder editor, Poetry Chain. Participant, MFA, Texas state University, (2000) Poet in Residence, Augsburg University, Germany (2004). Important works : Poetry : Father, Wake Us In Passing, (German Translation, Wolfgang Heyder) A Buchenwald Diary, Mother Sonata, Victoria Terminus, Poems Selected and New (2010). The Coloured Yolk of Love (2012). Drama: Fire In The Soul The Mask of Death. Novel : A Bridge Over Karma (Novel). Poetry included in The Bloodaxe book of Contemporary Indian Poetry In English, The Golden Jubilee Anthology of Post Independence Indian poetry In English, and Poetry Society, India anthologies.
Last updated May 31, 2012