Ranjit Hoskote

(29 March 1969 - / Mumbai / India)

Footage For A Tranc - Poem by Ranjit Hoskote

The hours stop in my veins.
Evening falls, a spotted tissue
draped across dayglo streets.
The clocks go on marking
the time in another city
where the trains still run,
taking people home.

Over my shoulder, I see my country vanish
in a long unfurling of cornflower-blue sky.
My limbs are clear as glass.
The wind grazes my shoulders,
the animal buried in my voice
wakes up and growls.

Script thrown away, I'm on my own.
The detectives will find me
when a rainbow prints itself
on the litmus sky at noon.
I clear my throat,
the movie stops.

The hours have stopped in my veins
but late-night travellers rush past me,
through me, to reach the midnight express.
My country's been swallowed
by a sky darkening to cloud and sleep.
The sixty-four saints have formed a caucus
of havoc birds, the rainbow is a stanza
they refuse to sing. Close to the tympanum,
the horseshoe weather taps cryptic clues.
On every clock-face,
the hour hand and the minute hand
go on mating.

Wakeful, all eye, the havoc birds read
the scroll of earth unfolding,
every fleck a signal:
prey, home, danger,
hiding-place.
From a great height, each bird watches
its shadow falling
to its death.

I vanish, again, in the darkroom.
A lamp exposes
my heirloom bones.
On a park bench,
a gardener finds a surplice,
drooping, ravelled at the seams:
my skin, abandoned in flight.
Where I am is a boat without a pilot,
sculling through cold water.

Start again. There is no safety in numbers.
The sixty-four saints stand paralysed
in the authorised version of the legend.
No footnote explains the hunting songs
or the red skein curling downhill
in place of the river.

[For Shuddhabrata Sengupta]


Comments about Footage For A Tranc by Ranjit Hoskote

  • (3/26/2012 10:59:00 PM)


    Nice poem. Imagery is great. Liked it (Report) Reply

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  • (3/26/2012 3:38:00 PM)


    Love this poem it is similar to one I wrote called Needful Injections and I think it rocks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 27, 2012


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