Sreekala Sivasankaran

Sreekala Sivasankaran Poems

The squirrel came today
Separated from the mother

Half dead in the hands of the playing cats
...

Can you see Ma standing on the balcony?

I can see her standing on the balcony
Against the backdrop of the Warli landscape of the bedsheet
...

Single Woman Poet

What do you do?
I write poems
...

Wisdom tooth
Growing in all directions
What will it do?
I don't know
...

अक़ल दाढ़
सभी दिशाओं में बढ़ रहा है
यह क्या करेगा?
मुझे नहीं पता
...

New Year Toast*


The toast I promised
...

7.

Words...
Just a few alphabets
The same old building blocks
Handful of raw materials
...

Poem can bloom

Madness of society
Tore into pieces
...

They were trying to define beauty
Truth, justice, strength
In all fairness and darkness
Let it be so
...

Nothing is there
Just nothingness
No matter what we do
We see the same old torn pieces of clothes
...

11.

Rain-washed earth
Still smelling like death
The flesh of moving animals
Not moving anywhere
...

Deserts are rising
Dryness, nausea, fatigue
Here's where we dumped
Our words yesterday
...

What can I write from the mental hospital?
The pills swallowed three times a day?
Disciplinary orders made of boundaries and discretions?
The Ashoka tree still standing green in sight?
...

Masada mountain --
The miniature sculpture
I made of clay yesterday
Sits like an elephant this morning
...

The whirlwind that surrounded me
must've reached you
I feared
Unspeakable sorrow dawned on me
...

Sreekala Sivasankaran Biography

Sreekala Sivasankaran is a poet, author and translator from Kerala, India. She writes fiction, poetry and essays in Malayalam and English mainly and also in Hebrew and Hindi.)

The Best Poem Of Sreekala Sivasankaran

The Messenger Squirrel

The squirrel came today
Separated from the mother

Half dead in the hands of the playing cats
Memory of loss is no more a story

Someone has done the duty
Someone else the counseling

The three lines of the creature
So perfectly drawn

The furry curvy tail
So picturesque

Even in death
So firmly falling

Oh Rama,
Come and take a final look

The creature you painted so kindly
Lying buried underneath
The blade of grass which saved Sita

The abandoned love.


(From the collection, 'Dream of the Butterflies ' by Sreekala Sivasankaran)

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Sreekala Sivasankaran Quotes

'IMAGINE A BOOK, EVERY PAGE OF WHICH WOULD BE BANNED BY ONE NATION OR ANOTHER... IMAGINE A BOOK THAT WOULD BE BANNED BY ALL NATIONS... IMAGINE, THAT WOULD BE CLOSER TO TRUTHS' --SREEKALA SIVASANKARAN

'The written has been lost as mud in the water. The unwritten too is lost from the life of memory. For once I realise that life and death can be interchangeably used' ~Sreekala Sivasankaran

We are in a web of lies. We can only try and understand our location in it. ~ Sreekala Sivasankaran

We do not all read a book in the same manner. It is our consciousness that reads the book. If the book moves ahead of us, we will be far behind. Sometimes we fall off from its path and abandon the book itself and then recover it by others' reading. There are books that move forward and backward. And books that hook us on a shaft and rotate with us. Still others will be tremendously polyphonic. If we don't have a foundation of pluralism and co-existence in our consciousness, it will seem like an uncomfortable noise to us. Yet again, there are some who provide us with parallel texts, intersecting, diverging and curving paths, which open up within the innermost recesses of our minds and shake up the entire reading experience. ~ Sreekala Sivasankaran

'Follow the music, it takes us to so many mixes...making familiarity in seemingly unfamiliar terrains' ~ Sreekala Sivasankaran

'Homelessness is not just about houses, people, places, nations and nationalities; it is also about being emotionally and spiritually ransacked, wounded in mind and spirit' ~ Sreekala Sivasankaran

'Every new writer realizes that many assumptions about language are inadequate. What is the most effective language should be an ongoing quest—its essence may lie somewhere in the sum of writing, living, and so on.The journey towards it is also the journey of languages' ~ Sreekala Sivasankaran

'I like to speak the language I like. It becomes me and as human as I am'

'Don't analyse the colours. I am painting the leftovers' ~ Sreekala Sivasankaran

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