Category Archives: Poems

Arrrgh!!

My holiday from unreason is over. The reason I’m blogging yet again in twenty four hours is because I’m unable to sleep. I’m unable to sleep because two sets of antagonistic muscles on either side of my body decided to … Continue reading

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The Heart of the Corpse Speaks to the Commissioner of Police

Sir! Welcome to my four-chambered house of pain Clenched tight as a fist around its open secret Which you shall have eternity to learn. Herein sits the Keeper of Room One, Expert in skinning mysteries. You’ll squeal Of how well … Continue reading

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Make a Wish

Make a Wish I have thrown myself into work Like a coin into a well A vanishing bright drop Speeding into nothing One day you will hear the splash I am no longer legally tender You’ll just have to wish … Continue reading

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Notes Towards a New Poetics

These comments were originally part of my review of Sampurna Chattarji’s book, but I deicded it wasn’t fair to saddle her with them, so I hacked them out and saved them for a later post. This is that post, and … Continue reading

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The Joke

This is probably conflict of interest, since I’m now employed by the Other Place, but what the hell, I can’t start repenting at my time of life, I’d never get any work done. So this one’s for tiny black cat. … Continue reading

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A poem about language

Apropos the previous post: In 1995, I was in England, and my niece Sangeeta Basu (who’s older than me) was working in Hyderabad. We met up over the summer, and she told me that once in a while she got … Continue reading

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British Air, After Betjeman

14 August 2006 Rule Britannia, rule the waves Of air and water, ether and sound, Britons never will be slaves — At least while they’re upon the ground. If you are ridden by the hag Of some momentous there-and-back, You … Continue reading

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