Paper spoon

Paper spoon
by Sheema Kalbasi
08-Sep-2008
 

Lekshmy Rajeev and Sheema Kalbasi

This night holds me so tightly in its palm,
as if to never love another, but outside

what remains is the inheritance
and an unfriendly notice.
I fumble through the memories, recalling
promises of life, never loving another.

Softly, I wait until the lush beginning
comes to me. I am pale yet ripe,
seasoned with night clouds,
wondering how the skin is perfected

before the portrait of a wrinkled woman,
from my kitchen to yours, is secretly hung.

My heart weighs the love and lust
as I sprawl within this page, inking
aloneness, swinging the papers
or a naked spoon inward.

Lekshmy Rajeev is a poet, and literary journalist and translator in English. Her poems have been published in many reputed literary magazines & journals. She has translated The Narayaneeyam, a devotional Sanskrit work in the form of a poetical hymn. For over the period of two years she wrote a monthly column on living Indian poets titled 'Pebbles' for Deccan Herald newspaper's Sunday Magazine. She is currently working on the meaning of ancient Indian spiritual texts.

Sheema Kalbasi is a human rights advocate, an award winning poet, and literary translator. Her work is distinguished by her passionate defense of the ethnic and religious minorities' rights. Her poetry has been translated into eighteen languages to date.


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What a beautiful poem! Its

by Suzan Abrams (not verified) on

What a beautiful poem! Its excellent imagery challenges the imagination and makes me think!

The most touching part for me had to be this:
before the portrait of a wrinkled woman,
from my kitchen to yours, is secretly hung.
as it reveals the real truth to the poet's story.


Asghar_Massombagi

Collaborative poetry?

by Asghar_Massombagi on

Very interesting.  I would've thought poetry is one activity that is truely individual.


Azarin Sadegh

"inking aloneness"

by Azarin Sadegh on

My heart weighs the love and lust

as I sprawl within this page, inking aloneness, ..

Wow..what can I say other than I just loved it? Not only it's beautifully written, but it's also so true!

There’s always a real deep loneliness in any act of writing. But poets by definition seem to be the ones who explode in pieces by the overwhelming contrast between their passionate love for “being” and life itself and this unbearable solitude (which has to do with “not being” and death).

But whatever conflict you are in, and whatever is tormenting you, I would always love to discover the unseen beauty of your poetry along the path of your explosive imagination...sharing - somehow- your aloneness!

Azarin


Jahanshah Javid

Dreamy

by Jahanshah Javid on

I love this poem. I cannot understand where the poets are coming from and what they are really talking about. But there's tender love flowing through the story. That's plenty to enjoy.