Aruni Kashyap Poems
- The House With A Thousand Nove... This is a house, L-shaped, ...
- Where The Sun Rises If you come back, There will be no ...
- Encroachment I have known this river like tea leaves. I ...
- Arrival There was no sun. So goats didn't bleat and rush ...
- Fake Boots Actually, stamping our feet should have only ...
- Journeys Trees moved along, clouds too with the moon, the ...
- Ghost Sounds We huddle around Ma as our gabled tin-roofs ...
Aruni Kashyap (Assamese: আৰুণি কাশ্যপ) is an Indian English writer and translator.
He grew up in Guwahati and studied at St. Stephen's College, Delhi.
He works as the Assistant Editor of Yaatra : The Journal of Assamese Literature and Culture. An excerpt from his forthcoming novel set against the secret-killings of Assam was published in Tehelka Magazines annual fiction issue 2010. Along with fiction, he writes extensively on socio-political issues and his opinion based articles have appeared in The Guardian, UK, Open Democracy and Tehelka.
He is the winner of the Charles Wallace India Trust Scholarship for Creative Writing in 2009.
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The House With A Thousand Novels
This is a house, L-shaped,
seven-hands high; soil-veranda—
with twenty-one novels in it.
Every evening, five daughters beyond the banks,
who rested like bees in other houses,
with higher lower or equal soil-verandas
and more or lesser novels,
lift a night-black iron cauldron
so that it squats on the hearth.
This is a house, with twenty-one novels,
in episodic form, like long yarns.
In the room facing the east, where the eldest son lived
an almirah stood, with termites battling against it—
every night, along with the ...