This week’s poet is C P Surendran who is also a novelist and screenplay writer.
His novels include, An Iron Harvest, Lost and Found, and the soon to be released The Life and Times of Absolute Aaanandam. His poetry collections are, Portraits of the Space We Occupy, Canaries on The Moon, Posthumous Poems, and Gemini II. He is based in Delhi and works in a newspaper.
Or consider the way we twine our hands
Under the wooded night air
So tight as if they might be chopped at wrist
By an up-sprung axe unshackled from the bleeding roots.
Or the way you search my face as you kiss
Deep enough to know what makes
The leopard’s blood leap from spot to spot
And lean back, wounded cub, shaking at the thought
This was the rumoured future
At assigned gatherings and waiting halls
Arrivals and departures
Where the spirit balked
And braced without hope.
And we walk the back alleys
Of this accidental town,
Past darkened doorways
And burning windows,
Between parked cars
And empty little restaurants
From future and past
By land, sea and air
By sleight of hand
And turn of phrase
To this wholly present
Moment of grace.