Rinzu Rajan Poems

It's a vicious circle
rotating around my sun
a black beast sheds its skin
to dramatize a façade,
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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
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Once in every five years
the blue ink tattoos
a foolish forefinger
for a promise pronounced
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The airport was a knight
in shining armour
that took me by hand
to lead me into shapes
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My grandfather’s house
bears witness to the river’s anklets
drunk by its song
she entices paddy fields and dusty dribble
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Six years
I counted them as six minutes
or six lives
sixth was the day
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The crown prince
eyes the throne
with a celebrated name
etched on his forehead
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I saw him
while he never looked,
like a prisoner on parole
I thought I found it
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