Makarand Paranjape

(31 August 1960 - / Ahmedabad, Gujarat / India)

Makarand Paranjape Poems

1. The Dance 3/28/2012
2. Proposal 3/28/2012
3. Treadmill 3/28/2012
4. The Seven Year Itch 3/28/2012
5. The Bitter Half 3/28/2012
6. Separation In An Art Film 3/28/2012
7. The Love Poem Unwritten 3/28/2012
8. The Muse's Gift 3/28/2012
9. Some Comic Relief At The End 3/28/2012
10. Ps: Venus Serenus 3/28/2012
11. Prologue 3/28/2012
12. Wife 3/28/2012
13. The Second Time Is The Best 3/28/2012
14. Routine 3/28/2012
15. Portrait Of A Lady 3/28/2012
16. Stone And Flesh 3/28/2012
17. Violet 3/28/2012
18. What She Taught Him 3/28/2012
19. Walls 3/28/2012
20. The Night By Moonlight 3/28/2012
21. Survivors 3/28/2012
22. The Magic Lantern 3/28/2012
23. She And He 3/28/2012
24. Three Pennies Of Wisdom 3/28/2012
25. Random Notes On Relationship 3/28/2012
26. Apostrophe To Poverty 3/28/2012
27. Love Poetry 3/28/2012
28. An Invitation To Old Flames... 3/28/2012
29. Compatible Incompatibility 3/28/2012
30. Food For Thought 3/28/2012
31. In Love (At Thirty) 3/28/2012
32. Epilogue (As An Old-Fashioned Homily) 3/28/2012
33. Her Strategy 3/28/2012
34. Love's Success 3/28/2012
35. Dharmaraj 3/28/2012
36. Magan Bhai 3/28/2012
37. Miss Gobble 3/28/2012
38. In Lieu Of The Missing Poem 3/28/2012
39. Latasha 3/28/2012
40. Eyes 3/28/2012
Best Poem of Makarand Paranjape

Getting Outside Patriarchy

Our distances are intimate,
We grow vast in our silences.
In freedom we have blossomed,
Not having thwarted one another.
How unrestricted are our movements:
We have never tried to trim each other to size.

You come back, asynchronious,
Twisted by your concourse with others.
I react to your divergences.
How we have fought,
With no holds barred
Tearing at each other fiercely,
Until our brains nearly exploded.
Then, all anger spent,
Not one word or hit, left unstruck,
We gaze at each other mutely-
Astonished at the devastation ...

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Hauz-I-Khas

Approach
The path is six hundred years old.
On the way you will see peacocks
And, if you are lucky, some deer.
From this parapet
The empty, dried lake looks like
An immense ditch,
A grotesque seventy-acre dugout—
A gouged eye of earth.

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