The airport was a knight
in shining armour
that took me by hand
to lead me into shapes
...
My grandfather’s house
bears witness to the river’s anklets
drunk by its song
she entices paddy fields and dusty dribble
...
The crown prince
eyes the throne
with a celebrated name
etched on his forehead
...
I saw him
while he never looked,
like a prisoner on parole
I thought I found it
...
It's a vicious circle
rotating around my sun
a black beast sheds its skin
to dramatize a façade,
...
They call me a mad man's muse
a fact I am adapted to,
a lesbian, and why is a question
for maybe I haven't known
...
Once in every five years
the blue ink tattoos
a foolish forefinger
for a promise pronounced
...
A Singapore Dream
The airport was a knight
in shining armour
that took me by hand
to lead me into shapes
eyeing the sky.
The university gave me a room
a guest I was for a day or two
with vegetables steamed in salt
for dinner,
conferences confided in
halls air locked
to arrogance.
While leaning on lifts
or edging in fear on elevators
I saw tamils
and even keralites smile at me
Did they know I was one of them?
The engines sneezed
when traffic lights jaundiced in jealousy
(Here, traffic jams are a fable!)
and I in one moment of a nine to five
spinster act, swore to meet him
grinning idiotically at my professor.
I breathed in the pollen,
smiled at the lion
that did not have white teeth
like me, danced with my shadows
at the puppet theater,
made tea and coffee
as a volunteer
for the residents of one room apartments
who did not know
how it is to starve on the streets
loosened the strings of my purse
at the sale,
collected coins that bore the snake
Did not sleep even for a night
looking out of the window
to catch a glimpse
of the stranger
I had only seen in pictures,
tip toeing back through the Changi
I checked by the glossy doors,
waking to mom's morning call!
she is a wonderful poet...Loves God....I am happy to call her friend......and poet
Rinzu Rajan is a very talented poet. She can weave magic with mundane words and create metaphors and rhymes and rhythms and affect them without the reader ever noticing.