Ranjit Hoskote

(29 March 1969 - / Mumbai / India)

Ranjit Hoskote Poems

1. Landscapes With Saints 3/26/2012
2. The Murder Of The Genie 3/26/2012
3. Travelling Light 3/26/2012
4. Nazm 3/26/2012
5. Shaman 3/26/2012
6. The Soloist Performs With An Orchestra Of Eevents 3/26/2012
7. The Empire Of Lights 3/26/2012
8. The Invention Of The Senses 3/26/2012
9. Miniatur 3/26/2012
10. Dome 3/26/2012
11. The Archaeologist At Noon 3/26/2012
12. Golden Orioles 3/26/2012
13. The Orientalist 3/26/2012
14. Closing Act At The Old Theatre 3/26/2012
15. Effects Of Distance 3/26/2012
16. Canticle For A Bridge 3/26/2012
17. Annotation To The Ustad's Treasury Of Verses 3/26/2012
18. To The Sanskrit Poets 3/26/2012
19. Quietus 3/26/2012
20. Miror 3/26/2012
21. To Name A Sea 3/26/2012
22. Fern 3/26/2012
23. Shore Leave 3/26/2012
24. The Hotel Receptionist's Confession 3/26/2012
25. Milarepa 3/26/2012
26. Footage For A Tranc 3/26/2012
27. Madman 3/26/2012
28. Vigil 3/26/2012
29. The Postman's Last Song For The Moon 3/26/2012
30. Speaking A Dead Language 3/26/2012
31. A Poem For Grandmother 3/26/2012
Best Poem of Ranjit Hoskote

A Poem For Grandmother

A door. A stair. And two steps inside that dark,
the straight-backed chair my grandmother sat in,
a lace net draped across its mahogany arm.
And on the table, a volume of stories
open at the flyleaf, its tissue quill-scarred.

The photographs seal her in a shell of relations:
the sepia corset would have her no more
than an empress delegating domestic chores;
in this room, imagine her gravely accepting
tributes of porcelain and sparkling brass
or setting tiger lilies afloat in bowls, or stocking
pots of pickled mango in the attic of summer.

But the ...

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Landscapes With Saints

Mean as knives, his burnished limbs
rotted and stank when the gateman came
to call his number. Gorakh forgot
his body was just a borrowed suit,
one size too large.

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He's forgotten the river pilot's song.

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