Poems by Johny Takkedasila

 

River of Life

 

What have I done?

Counting circles,

Gazing at sky,

Seeing others' dissatisfaction

With satisfaction.

Am I with them? or they are with me.

That's a big circle.

On freezing evening,

Time poured,

Elaborating cases in pile,

Barely empty,

Like uncooked rice,

Like half-burnt sorghum bread.

Life goes on.

What does unmoving darkness signify?

Someone grasped letters in the book.

Can you lend me some ink?

I shine light

On faded letters.

I made big mistake

By filling with sadness.

Evening moved slowly,

Befriended by despair and deceived.

Believing desert is naive.

Stars sprouted;

Suddenly, Shook myself, White,

Rising like red rose.

Piles scattered

I stopped waiting for paddle

Hands like dawn;

Darkness fled into black hole.

 

When he looked up,

A lighted lamp,

Like my life.

Someone is counting me.

Aren't those circles?

They are learning from me.

 

Sanitary Napkin

 

1

Yes, I am bleeding

So, what?

People say bleeding is desecrated

No, not at all

It was consecrated.

They used to talk about handkerchiefs

Why be shy to talk about

Blood-stained pads?

What comes out of the nose is dirt

Blood is not impure -

Death or Birth!

2

Salutations to those

Who took my blood into their palms.

A blood clot burst in my stomach

Blood stains on flower-

A red flower.

Wretch must be restrained.

3

Tongues crawl over body

Like worm crawls over marigold

Graves should be built for tongues

Unveil

Vile scenes on graves.

 

4

How can a flowing river become impure?

Boat needs oar to move on river

Who does not know the history of paddling?

How much blood is pushed back to swim.

5

Thorn trees cover history

Smoky lips on green grass

How does piled manure smell?

It is the power to create another world.

6

If my blood is sin,

Isn't your semen monstrous?

If your lamp is lit,

It is my blood that boils.

7

Who do you think human is?

A drop of blood in me!

Now there are no humans on earth.

They are drops of blood

Flowed inside me.

8

If udder is squeezed,

Fames dies in stomach

If thorns pierce the same udder,

Layer of blood floats on milk.

9

If you knock groundnut,

Sun and moon shine.

Here is light,

Give me

sanitary napkin.

10

There should be discussion,

 

Universal debate about blood.

Doubts should be dispelled,

Free discussion.

Word should bloom like red hibiscus.

11

That's blood, eyes full of blood.

No, no, stomach full of blood.

What would happen if it broke?

Now

Blood is free.