Meena Kandasamy

(1984 - / Chennai / India)

Meena Kandasamy Poems

1. Flesh Finds A Form Of Address 8/4/2016
2. Jouissance 8/4/2016
3. Random Access Man 8/4/2016
4. Passion Becomes Piety 8/4/2016
5. Big Brother: An Epic In Eighteen Episodes 8/4/2016
6. Celestial Celebrities 8/4/2016
7. Not That One 8/4/2016
8. Once My Silence Held You Spellbound 8/4/2016
9. ONE-Eyed 8/4/2016
10. Princess-in-Exile 8/4/2016
11. Sangharsh Karna Hai 8/4/2016
12. Screwtiny 8/4/2016
13. Straight Talk 8/4/2016
14. The Belt-Bomb Girl's Suicide Note 8/4/2016
15. Why She Writes Of Her Love 8/4/2016
16. Facing The Music 8/4/2016
17. Firewalkers 8/4/2016
18. Lady Justice 8/4/2016
19. Martyr 8/4/2016
20. Massacre Of The Innocents 8/4/2016
21. Moon-Gazers 8/4/2016
22. Nailed 8/4/2016
23. Eating Dirt 8/4/2016
24. Babies And The Bathwater 8/4/2016
25. Ms.Militancy 8/4/2016
26. ThisPoemWillProvokeYou 8/4/2016
27. Untitled Love 8/4/2016
28. A Poem In Which She Remembers 8/4/2016
29. Sunset At Siem Reap 8/4/2016
30. When The God Drank Milk 6/20/2012
31. You Don’t Know If You Are Yielding Or Resisting 6/20/2012
32. Non-Conversations With A Lover 6/20/2012
33. Sage In The Cubicle 6/20/2012
34. Storming In Tea-Cups 6/20/2012
35. Reverence :: Nuisance 6/20/2012
36. Whispered Intimacies 6/20/2012
37. Dead Woman Walking 8/4/2016
38. Work Is Worship, Or So They Said. . . 6/20/2012
39. Sun In The Mouth 6/20/2012
40. Prayers 6/20/2012

Comments about Meena Kandasamy

  • Tharani Appuswamy (2/2/2014 11:54:00 AM)

    Being born in a community likely regarded as the so called upper caste Hindus I may not be able to empathize with the plight of those who were unprivileged and were born 'outcasts'. i may not even wholly be able to comprehend their anger, agitation and vulnerability. But as a woman regardless of any community/caste that has been connived to be endowed upon me through hereditary, I too belong to a sect 'marginalized and discriminated'. and i really do believe that every exploitation that births itself by losing humanity finds refugee through corruption; corruption in every field, be it politics, education, or any reputable professions (beginning with drainage cleaners) . Miss Meena's agitation demands an immediate solution and i believe it would be answered only through annihilation of exploitations beginning with corruption. Lets not be hideous when it comes to revealing how the world really works! Ofcourse the world is not fair and square! ! ! Yes corruption in every class, caste, community, race and gender. Money smiles in each and everyone's life; and it smiles brighter upon those who bribe. The ultimate truth though!

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  • Ravindran Govindaraju Ravindran Govindaraju (6/19/2013 4:45:00 AM)

    incredible.quintessential;
    of course You saw the secret. Discovered the Hidden. versatile.
    You are one of the full many flower born to blush and seen.
    I am proud of you. Now I am not abashed to share for being one among st You. Believe me you are good influencer. God bless you. Kindly keep going.(Article May 2013, India Today 'Woman', page 29 nicely portrays You..)

  • Siyad Kasim (12/5/2012 6:56:00 AM)

    Miss Meena, Your boldness, courage, and strength, remembering me as Kamaladas, you are a Little Kamaladas,

Best Poem of Meena Kandasamy

Apologies For Living On

I am living on
because providing apologies is easy

once—

i was making choices
with insanely safe ideas of
fleeing-madly-and-flying-away

i was a helpless girl
against the brutal world of
bottom-patting-and-breast-pinching

i was craving for security
the kind i had only known while
aimlessly-afloat-and-speculating-in-the-womb

now—

i am locked away
a terrified princess waiting
for-death-and-not-any-brave-prince

i don’t dream or think
i just remember and ...

Read the full of Apologies For Living On

Composition

At that brief time
When you wait
For the audacious cane
To strike your skin,
And the rest of you is flinching
And cringing, with part shame,
And part pain,
Poetry dictates itself
In your mind. Short lines

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