Pankajam
Kottarath is a bilingual poet and novelist and an author of more than
40 books. Her poems, book reviews, short stories and articles have been
published in many national/international journals and anthologies. One of her
poetry collections has been translated into French. Three books on literary
criticism discuss her works in detail. A book of critical essays and research
papers on her poem titled “Poetic Oeuvre of K Pankajam” has also been
published. She is the recipient of many awards.
Like Ripples on
water…
Uttering an unreceptive word
knowingly or unknowingly
create ripples of gloom in
affable hearts
while stirring emotions bring
bouts of tears.
You may forget all about it
quick
But its pulls and burns
intensify
inside my heart
that never expects such flagrant
disgraces
make it spin tales of invented
impacts
inflated at times, not to
dispute
and it acquires strife
much like a pebble dropped in
the water
making little waves circling and
circling
that grow bigger and bigger
slowly and steadily
to create strong waves,
unprecedented.
No way to stop them
nor find out the point of
consummation
and the water turns turbulent
losing its peace
much like humans perhaps
yet the river quickly regains
its stature
but I can’t.
Maybe this disappointment and
despair
make my heart learn to accept
adversities
paving the way for mustering
courage.
That is when I realize there is
nothing to lose,
and I enjoy total freedom.
Between Light and
Shadow
Daunting shadows on a moonlit
night
pause as dancing puppets,
guided by invisible threads.
Shadows have a promise to keep,
an unwritten affirmation to
light
to be always on its side, or
stay behind.
When the moon peeks through my
window
darkening sky wears a deafening
silence
echoes of which resonate
throughout life.
Fight your silence, I plead;
Great things command constant
pains to crack.
Looking beyond I realize
something is hidden from my
sight
Still, I can see the glow of
life emerging bright
between light and the shadows.
Perhaps a hide and seek game is
on
in nature’s patio, perfectly
synchronized.
Who am I to barge in or shove
through.
Maybe one’s inner light can
guide.
Until the hazy wings of darkness
veil me permanently
let me choose to illuminate my
path
not allowing obscurity to gain
might
suppressing the shadows of doubt
beneath
for the in-between path is open
and free.
Behind the Mask
This smile is my unique mask
to hide away all my miseries
pains, tears and fears that rip
at my gut.
It’s a conscious veil I wear,
opaque
that allows to show no signs of
flaws.
It doesn’t denote disguise,
deception or defense.
Neither it carries fetid intentions
to con
nor a tryout to justify faults.
You may label it as a perennial
sin, but not
for it’s a means effective,
apparently plain though,
to gel and perfectly fit in the
assemblage.
There hides a child in me
wanting to be heard,
have fun, dance around fire and
weave fantasy tales.
Hiding cheeks or shading eyes is
not in its aim
But the adult in it outgrows to
suppress its innate ways.
It’s the best ornament I ever
own and wear
to hide away my hurts and
sidestep barriers.
To quell my fears, a loving
glance is enough
and when your arms envelop me
tight
I need to discard this mask,
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