Meena Kandasamy

(1984 - / Chennai / India)

Meena Kandasamy Poems

1. ThisPoemWillProvokeYou 8/4/2016
2. Six hours of chastity 8/4/2016
3. Speech Comes After Swallowing 8/4/2016
4. Untitled Love 8/4/2016
5. Sunset At Siem Reap 8/4/2016
6. Dead Woman Walking 8/4/2016
7. Flesh Finds A Form Of Address 8/4/2016
8. Jouissance 8/4/2016
9. Random Access Man 8/4/2016
10. Ms.Militancy 8/4/2016
11. Passion Becomes Piety 8/4/2016
12. Babies And The Bathwater 8/4/2016
13. Big Brother: An Epic In Eighteen Episodes 8/4/2016
14. Celestial Celebrities 8/4/2016
15. Eating Dirt 8/4/2016
16. Facing The Music 8/4/2016
17. Firewalkers 8/4/2016
18. Lady Justice 8/4/2016
19. Martyr 8/4/2016
20. Massacre Of The Innocents 8/4/2016
21. Moon-Gazers 8/4/2016
22. Nailed 8/4/2016
23. Not That One 8/4/2016
24. Once My Silence Held You Spellbound 8/4/2016
25. ONE-Eyed 8/4/2016
26. Princess-in-Exile 8/4/2016
27. Sangharsh Karna Hai 8/4/2016
28. Screwtiny 8/4/2016
29. Straight Talk 8/4/2016
30. The Belt-Bomb Girl's Suicide Note 8/4/2016
31. Why She Writes Of Her Love 8/4/2016
32. A Poem In Which She Remembers 8/4/2016
33. You Don’t Know If You Are Yielding Or Resisting 6/20/2012
34. When The God Drank Milk 6/20/2012
35. Non-Conversations With A Lover 6/20/2012
36. Sage In The Cubicle 6/20/2012
37. Storming In Tea-Cups 6/20/2012
38. The Gods Wake Up 6/20/2012
39. Reverence :: Nuisance 6/20/2012
40. Whispered Intimacies 6/20/2012
Best Poem of Meena Kandasamy

Evil Spirits

You are possessed.
Witch doctors believe in phantoms,
that cause your illness. But, driving out devils
can be challenging. Spirits are given away—

We are made to sit opposite you,
Force-fed a ‘meal'—bland food mixed
with your hair, nails, spit and pus.
Illegally (despite the government ban) ,
We take your hoard of evil spirits
Barter-system: for having ate your food.

And because ghosts and ghouls
obey your rules, they leave you to come to us.
Is this ‘transference'? An unofficial appeasement.
We become inhabited by the dead,
who ruins our ...

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Composition

At that brief time
When you wait
For the audacious cane
To strike your skin,
And the rest of you is flinching
And cringing, with part shame,
And part pain,
Poetry dictates itself
In your mind. Short lines

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