In Visible Ink

Published in Muse India: Issue 36 Mar - Apr 2011

The adorned kanjeevaram mannequin,

is ready to be calculated.

Additions and subtractions

of her assets are made,

in close quarters and fractions.

Wrinkled faces nod in agreement.

As detailed negotiations ensue,

future corollaries are predicted

and axioms seal the bond.
There’s no looking back.

It’s all about give and take!

When evident inequalities are justified in vain,

the kohl baffled eyes blink.

The match is made.

Sodden paths will now crossover,

linearities will be entwined.
Forever.

Shes answered, adjudged.

But, speak! veiled show-piece.

Rajashree Anand

Published in Muse India: Issue 36 Mar - Apr 2011

I soar like an albatross,

eastward ; where vacant archipelagos

and inflated magma chambers,

spew fecundity with confidence.

I gravitate to forgotten heritage sites,

And discover forsaken villages.

I expedite to catch the sunset view,

of man-made and natural wonders.

I dive into depths of severe oceans,

For hidden mysteries to uncover,

Breathless: I shiver, to feel my carnal predators

in thrilling close encounters.

I test vertical limits of physical tolerance,

And free-fall with peregrine precision,

I trick gravity and launch my chute

Before raging adrenaline gives in.

In search of my inner oblivion

I migrate to scour new terrains.

I canvass untreaded, forlorn paths

only to feel, share and experience.

As I backpack on aimless traveller trails

discovering and unlearning fiction,

I spurn fear and embolden the mind,

to continue on the next exciting mission.

Published in Muse India: Issue 36 Mar - Apr 2011

One seeks to discover meaning,

in twice-removed subtleties of life,

through a skilful mining of morphed metaphors,

while decoding the quaint and rife.

Sceptics argue in eloquent prose

or justify emboldened strategies,

vague belief becomes an approved truth

and we nod in hidden anomalies.

‘The universally acknowledged truth’:

was Austen’s reflection on Victorian mind,

the mighty scabs on the fairer sex,

were to empower womankind.

But Freuds ruthless theories,

caved in on Feminist afterthought

and Ptolemy’s skewed notion of the universe

changed man’s own focal plot.

In this human quest to seek clarity

How far can we trust any source?

Its but natural to find subjectivity and doubt

weaved in an answer’s arduous course.

Rajashree Anand