A breathless counsel

curiosity will catch you dear for you are a writer and it is your license to startle the world with a hundred thousand words instead of a dazzling smile or those occasional winks and i don’t want to probe for after all you are renouncing all the time and i don’t want to stop you racing against life but i have been there and i have returned and i know what happens when it takes hold of a woman yes i know what happens then but i will not tell you the answers i have sealed my lips i have learnt how not to say what i must be saying somehow i don’t want to be fledging you in security for what happens with all my parenting will only be a compromise darling child instead i let you free i want you to ask the questions i want you to prick and not polish your wounds i will let you to be hurt in the face of the world i want you to learn more than what you want to learn sometimes i feel i want you to get hurt badly hurt and bleed before the world and then i shall sit back and feel my work is done for once you have known what pain is then you shall know how to preserve the fringes of happiness i want you to be alone in the ravenous world where you never know what happens next just so that you will no longer find routine to be so despicable and amidst that pervading fuzziness you shall long for an anchor for all your dreams only realizing much later that you are your safety you are your ultimate but till then you might screech and scream but when you retain your temperament you will find that life will always lie waiting like an hungry beast and at each turn you take i wish you learn the greater horrors and now i confess darling i want you hurt because i want to watch you fight and fight and fight i want you to pull together those moonbeams of hope i want you to throb precariously i want you to be living on the edge i want you to learn the thousand one ways in which you can melt the boundaries of saturation called death and the emptiness of life and the fidgetiness of what might be called love i want you to lose i want you to win but some day i want you to be free

(First published in Indian Literature)

7 responses to “A breathless counsel

  1. Pingback: Index of poems « Meena Kandasamy’s Poetry

  2. just speechless… you have a way with words…

  3. This was beautiful… Meena… lovely!

  4. beautiful, conventional sometimes, like a singer trying to find his voice before a concert, playing first somebody else’s songs… only to launch himself in a long and sharp thrill, melting the early morning…
    how beautiful that you are… a song raising at the other side of the hour, curious and fresh like a cry of a baby wolf in his first winter…

  5. nice…

  6. Peggy Trawick

    This one I love the most so far

  7. and who would be that akka?? any secrets?? I was smiling and smiling and smiling.. eeeee

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