Saturday, 22 April 2023

My Dusky Moon

My moon is dusky
I become a lotus-eater when she blooms.
Etherised under her soft blue rays
And drenched to the marrow.
My moon has soothing properties
Like genteel breeze from salty sea,
she calms my disturbances,
lifts my spirits,
weaponises my imagination.
She is far away, yet near.
We walk hand in hand
Moon drunk, 
I give myself to her.

Sunday, 9 April 2023

Devilish Demand

Give the devil its due.
For it's a devil, not an angel!
Charming powers it holds not
Not a conjurer it is.

Aiming for moon is alien
Shooting for stars is far-fetched
To be a heroic He it hates
To be a silly She it dislikes

Aspirations it cares a hang
Discrediting it views seriously
Bouquets aren't what it craves
Brickbats it accepts for change

Sweet-talking it believes not
Otherworldly beauty it is.
Give the devil its due.
For it's a devil, not an angel!

                                            

Tuesday, 18 September 2018

A revenge tragedy on stage gives audience a kick of crime thriller






“Men oft are valu'd high, when they're most wretched.” Such powerful words coming out of a damsel-like young lady would have had even the non-feminists among the audience retrospect.
The Duchess in the John Webster’s ‘Duchess of Malfi’ directed by Professor Elango Natesan exhibited a combination of fragility and agility: fragility by appearance enhanced with perfect and elegant costumes of the times and agility through delivery of powerful dialogues in a melancholic tone that sets the mind to think and empathise with the character. 



To draw a contemporary relevance, she reminds one of Kousalya of Tamil Nadu and Amrutha of Telangana, both survivors of ‘honour' killing. Here, the Duchess, a widow, defies her brothers’ orders and marries a steward in secret only to get killed by their henchmen. The myriad emotions displayed by the actor who donned the Duchess role were a delight to watch.   

Giving her a tough competition in acting prowess were the students who played Antonio, Ferdinand, the Cardinal and Bosolo. The pick of actors gelled well with Webster’s original characters.  

Change in settings, as the revenge tragedy demands, aided by props displayed the backstage crew’s exemplary efforts to give a feel of real-time crime thriller. Lightings proved too effective to replace bloodshed on stage, as all characters in the play are done to death. But at the same time, it forcefully brought out the brutality of the crime.

Background score overpowered all other theatrical elements. And, the song - "I'm Duchess of Malfi, I remain still' - mesmerised the audience and kept them engaged whenever the curtains came down to facilitate stage makeover. That not a single person moved from her or his seat during this time at the public show of the play staged in The American College Saturday last was enough proof. 

On the flip side, delivery of dialogues by some student-actors lacked clarity and the affected accent by a couple of them made comprehension difficult. Yet, their action-packed performance overshadowed the minor flaws.
To sum up, a non-literature student’s comments that “the play gave me the thrill of watching a crime movie on silver screen” can well be taken as the resonation of every other person in the audience.  

P.S: Had the auditorium matched the richness of the enactment and theatrical elements, the audience would have had an enhanced visual treat. For, the last-benchers had to strain to have a clear view and the echo made a dent in the performance. Looking forward to The American College setting up a hi-tech auditorium. 

Photo courtesy: Fourth Wall

Friday, 12 August 2016

Woman Reborn



Betrayed by race for loyalty
Ostracised by community for rebellion
Rejected by invisible racists for mother tongue
Feared by contemporary males for 
forthrightness
She is pushed to life's edge
Only to be reborn as a woman!

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Heady blend

A rancid past, an infertile mind
And the strains of loneliness
Slithering thoughts of death - The
Streaks of yonder past.

The soft whispers of snowfall
And the sweet smell of first rains
Blossoms in autumn!
Love's blend is heady, indeed!

Eternal rendezvous

Opiated moments of sharing
Passion for love that
Simmered to the brim.

Time became the mellowed witness
To the soft whispers
Shattering the stillness of silence

An eternal rendezvous in to the soul
And a lingering longing for
A return journey to the past

Saturday, 16 August 2014

Chasing the mirage



Joyful he's, she radiates.
Wounded he's, she writhes in pain.
Troubled he's, she finds peace for him.
Sorrowful he's, she cries her heart out.

His grief she bears.
His loneliness she chases.
His happiness is hers.

Her rare moments of joy, he dismisses.
Her oceanic tears, he discards.
Her wounds find no healer in him.
Her worries go unattended ever.

Reciprocation has forever been a mirage.
Till death, she's born to live alone.

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Weaving Teardrop Wreath

Tears, my sole companion
In moments of joy and sorrow.

I weave teardrop wreath
To be worn on myself.

For, the flower garland is out there,
Locked up inside the milky moon,
Amid the eternal clouds.

I view, view, view...
To my heart's glee.
Disenchantment distance lends.

Saturday, 15 March 2014

Towards the faceless coin

If a person is born to die,
My Lord, take me away.
If a person dies to be born,
My Lord, let me live.
If birth and death are life coin's two faces,
My Lord, turn my coin faceless!

Death, the Hero!

I admire you,
Come over to embrace me.
I adore you,
Take me into your arms.
I beseech you,
Ferry me to your world of solitude.
Oh, death! You are the truest hero
I would ever want to be with.

Saturday, 8 March 2014

Death, the life




Memory is death in disguise
Haunts, aches, kills…
Death is life sans memory
Smiles, cheers, exults…
I jump in joy
He hugs me!
I piggyback
To a humane world!

My Dusky Moon

My moon is dusky I become a lotus-eater when she blooms. Etherised under her soft blue rays And drenched to the marrow. My moon has soothing...