Meena Kandasamy

(1984 - / Chennai / India)

Meena Kandasamy Poems

1. Non-Conversations With A Lover 6/20/2012
2. When The God Drank Milk 6/20/2012
3. You Don’t Know If You Are Yielding Or Resisting 6/20/2012
4. The Gods Wake Up 6/20/2012
5. Sage In The Cubicle 6/20/2012
6. Storming In Tea-Cups 6/20/2012
7. Reverence :: Nuisance 6/20/2012
8. Whispered Intimacies 6/20/2012
9. Work Is Worship, Or So They Said. . . 6/20/2012
10. Sun In The Mouth 6/20/2012
11. Prayers 6/20/2012
12. The Flight Of Birds 6/20/2012
13. Narration 6/20/2012
14. Why Do The Heroes Die? 6/20/2012
15. Returning Home 6/20/2012
16. Their Daughters 6/20/2012
17. We Will Rebuild Worlds 6/20/2012
18. My Lover Speaks Of Rape 6/20/2012
19. Touch 6/20/2012
20. Mulligatawny Dreams 6/20/2012
21. Monologue 6/20/2012
22. Meeting The Prophetess 6/20/2012
23. Mohandas Karamchand 6/20/2012
24. Excerpts From A Study Guide 6/20/2012
25. Frenzied Light 6/20/2012
26. For Sale 6/20/2012
27. Hymns Of A Hag 6/20/2012
28. If Everything Comes Crashing Down 6/20/2012
29. Ekalaivan 6/20/2012
30. Blackboard Poems 6/20/2012
31. Love And War 6/20/2012
32. Composition 6/20/2012
33. Lines Addressed To A Warrior 6/20/2012
34. Fire 6/20/2012
35. Maariamma 6/20/2012
36. An Angel Meeting Me 6/20/2012
37. Apologies For Living On 6/20/2012
38. How They Prostitute A Poem 6/20/2012
39. Cinquains 6/20/2012
40. Amnesia, Selective 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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Another Paradise Lost

One sleepy summer afternoon, while helping
myself to a glass of chilled water, I saw a
snake lying curled under the fridge. It could
have been a very poisonous cobra. Very

quickly, I chose my mode of attack: Acid.
Staggering, I reached for the glass bottle
so that I could pour the yellow-green cheap
acid on its slimy body, burning it to death.

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