Meena Kandasamy Poems
- Aggression Ours is a silence that waits. Endlessly ...
- Apologies For Living On I am living on because providing ...
- Advaita: The Ultimate Question Non ...
- Fire Black satanic fumes shroud the blank blue skies in ...
- Evil Spirits You are possessed. Witch doctors believe in ...
- Becoming A Brahmin Algorithm for converting a Shudra into a ...
- Frenzied Light When you called me To light up your life I ...
Meena Kandasamy is an emerging poet, fiction writer, translator and activist. She is based in Chennai.
Her first book, Touch, was published in 2006. Two of her poems have won prizes in all-India poetry competitions. Her poetry has been published in various journals, including The Little Magazine, Kavya Bharati, Indian Horizons, Muse India and the Quarterly Literary Review, Singapore. She edited The Dalit, a bi-monthly alternative English magazine of the Dalit Media Network in its first year of publication from 2001 to 2002.
Kandasamy’s translations include the writings and speeches of Thol. Thirumavalavan, leader of Viduthalai Chiruthaigal or the Dalit Panthers of India... more »
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Ours is a silence
that waits. Endlessly waits.
And then, unable to bear it
any further, it breaks into wails.
But not all suppressed reactions
end in our bemoaning the tragedy.
the outward signals
of inward struggles takes colossal forms
And the revolution happens because our dreams explode.
Most of the time:
Aggression is the best kind of trouble-shooting.