C. P. Surendran
C. P. Surendran Poems
- Curios It’s three in the morning. The house rings with ...
- Enemy I had just fought this war and come back, Minding my ...
- Renunciation First light on the kitchen table Breakfast for ...
- For The Record A hunt for the royal pun Took him around the...
- The Family Court At the Family Court The lift wouldn’t ...
- Milk Still Boils He lies in bed, one hand Thrown across his...
- Luminous Or consider the way we twine our hands Under the ...
C. P. Surendran (born 1956) is a poet, novelist and journalist from India.
Born to malayalam writer and rationalist Pavanan and Parvathy, C. P. Surendran received his M.A. in English Literature from Delhi University, Delhi and taught for short while at Calicut University before working as journalist in Mumbai for many English newspaper including the Times of India , Times Sunday Review , Bombay Times besides others. He was resident editor of the Times of India in Pune for three years. He is now senior editor with the Times of India in Delhi.
A selection of his poems was included in Gemini II in 1994 . He published an independent collection of poems ... more »
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It’s three in the morning.
The house rings with alarms,
There’s someone leaning
On the doorbell. It’s her
After three years.
He lets her in,
Puts on some tea.
She lights a cigarette
With a match that might set
The house on fire.
She unpacks the weather
Which is New York.
They sit in silence.
The room turns into a museum of moods.