“…unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.”
― Elle Newmark, The Book of Unholy Mischief
Years later we’ll remember the bathtub
the position of the taps
the water, slippery
as if a bucketful of eels had joined us …
we’ll be old, our children grown up
but we’ll remember the water sloshing out
the useless soap,
the mountain of wet towels.
‘Remember the bathtub in Belfast?’
we’ll prod each other –
~Breasts – By Kutti Revathi (English translation by N Kalyan Raman)
Breasts are bubbles, rising
In wet marshlandsI watched in awe — and guarded —
Their gradual swell and blooming
At the edges of my youth’s seasonSaying nothing to anyone else,
They sing along
With me alone, always:
To the nurseries of my turning seasons,
They never once forgot or failed
To bring arousal
During penance, they swell, as if straining
To break free; and in the fierce tug of lust,
They soar, recalling the ecstasy of music
From the crush of embrace, they distill
The essence of love; and in the shock
Of childbirth, milk from coursing blood
Like two teardrops from an unfulfilled love
That cannot ever be wiped away,
They well up, as if in grief, and spill over
it was like the sudden dawn
of a million million suns,
a ganglion of lightnings
for my wonder.
O Lord of Caves,
if you are light,
there can be no metaphor.
Allama Prabhu’s poetic style has been described as mystic and cryptic, rich in paradoxes and inversions (bedagu mode), staunchly against any form of symbolism, occult powers (siddhis) and their acquisition, temple worship, conventional systems and ritualistic practices, and even critical of fellow Veerashaiva devotees and poets. However, all his poems are non-sectarian and some of them even use straight forward language. About 1,300 hymns are attributed to him.
I desire you more than food or drink.
My body my senses my mind
hunger for your taste.
I can sense your presence in my heart
although you belong to all the world.
I wait with silent passion for one gesture
one glance from you.