Tales from an Asati (Asati-Kathan)

On September 2, 2014 by admin

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Anjana Chakrabarty

 

for shaitaan

 

Pebble

 

Dipping at this river

In dress untainted

Sankha-sindoor adorned

At your tread thakur this pebble I fix to a twig

 

No, not seeking children

Nor husband’s health

 

An unalloyed asati I am

Another’s husband

Who I have desired all my life

 

Fasten him to this pebble

And drop him—thhok!  Right in front of my feet thakur

 

Just for once.

q1

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 He

 

My cross

My nails

My crown of thorns

My tortuous death

 

I have lugged them all unto him

 

Smiles, vanity, this make-up

Beneath jollity waking up

 

With such ease can he spill blood

Everyday

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Tigress

 

Sniffing, sniffing, the pale telephone

A stray knock, leaping to the door

Pointless nail scratches so

 

Phone calls one or two, an sms may be

(work related)

Or perhaps a shadow lengthening there—afar

 

Ah, then wagging tongue –swishing, twitching

Raised tail, ah-tu-tu fondness

Vaulting upto the moon

 

To be doggish more than a dog can be

Is how the days go by…

 

And people think—tigress !

q3

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Global Warming

 

How close does the sun come to the earth?

 

Days of rain have evaporated, like a miser’s perfume

In every direction a scalding sun now, its rays blistering

Phanimanasha

Brambles

Weariness

 

Two people, unable anymore to lie together

 

Poems, too, are combustible

 

Sets ablaze

The destined twosome

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After the Rain

 

Finally, it all eked out today

Chunks and chunks of pain

 

Golden filigreed sun

One or two sparrows come out to play

 

Wiping wet eyes they look up at the sky

 

On such cloud-clear days

 

I even wish I could love your wife.

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Hazarduari

 

A house met in a dream

 

Rows of closed doors, rooms

And you sleeping in one

 

Your light body awake in lean darkness

 

From such a distance its spark

And  heat

Raging, flaring colour

 

Scorching down a whole lifetime

 

Just that I don’t know

How many more demons

Succubus

Man-eating boa

Three-headed dogs have I to cross

 

Before that door comes unhinged

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Shame

 

In the dream there were no clothes

 

Since you have not looked at me for days

Since you have not shrouded this hungry body with yours

Since you have not bedecked my naked body with a caress

 

In this winter

With no food, clothing

In public, among so many people

 

I was dying, splintered by shame

q

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Otherworldly

 

Following every ritual—pindo-daan, mukhagni

Communes, fraternity, relations

 

Beyond all trials and chhi chhi

Quitting the vestures of our bodies

Our souls have emerged

 

The electric furnace has devoured

Body and all else

 

Ashes mingled with water

 

Come now

Let us draw close and make love

Scrape claw lacerate each other

 

For one more lush life

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Relationship

 

A lifetime of alap-vistaar

Surdas?

 

Shall this muffled, garbled relationship

Never arrive at that jhala?

 

Yours and mine?

q4

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Tune

 

Tune is disguised fire

Which you did not know

 

Scalding throat tongue lips it will

Slide you off your perch

 

And then pour over you a river of fire

 

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Bolted Attic

 

No, I do not unlock the door anymore

Do not dust

Or spray baygon

No garland or chandan

 

Long ago I have tossed you

Into the bolted attic

Just beside the broken doll

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Anjana Chakrabarty  teaches English at Beltala Balika Bidyalaya, Kolkata.

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