The Absence of Chaos

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If we must speak, let it not be in vain;
they continue to defile apple-core of centuries old rectitude—
what have we come to?
I run my hand through the tangled mess of hair
on impulse;

every time, I switch on the television, genocide no longer
just a word,
who is responsible and why?


My lips stain
like boysenberry twilight
when I think about the farmer’s protest,
thousands
and thousands
of innocents fighting
for their rights—
thank you cabinet, you push us deep into loam,
sand of bone
and then peer in through the curtained windows
and walk on;

is this what it means to be part of the sub-continent?

I favor the bold,
cultured youth whose hands grip hard on the pen;
they excel in the art of creating a raggedy winter nest
made out of plum twigs—
can you tear your gaze away from the view?
In odd and exposed minutes of a dream there is absence of chaos;
where women folk are free to converse,
waltz after hours,
I confess, my eyes water at the very thought!
Night is a dewberry ripening around a buttery moon;
I yearn for a taste,
I yearn for a taste with no expectation of anything in return.

 

 

 

#farmersprotestindia
#rapeculture

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46 Replies to “The Absence of Chaos”

  1. “My lips stain like boysenberry twilight
    when I think about the farmer’s protest, thousands”
    Beautiful words.
    This reminds me of….is perhaps in reference to….the thousands of farmers protesting in India.
    A thoughtful reflection here.

  2. Wow, a powerful piece, topical with dash of Sunny. I liked the lines “You push us deep into loam, sand of bone,” and ” Night is a dewberry ripening around a buttery moon.” Kudos for stretching the scope of your poetics recently. I love the romantic side of you, but you, as person and poet, are so much more than that .

  3. There is so much to protest against… I wish we could go out and be happy to support a change for the better… I am glad for where I’m living even if it’s cold at the moment.

    1. I absolutely agree, Bjorn! There is too much going on in the world and at times feels like complete chaos. Winter here 🙂 enjoying the cold weather and coffee.

  4. You don’t often write political poems, Sanaa, and I can see that you feel very strongly. I too ‘run my hand through the tangled mess of hair on impulse’ whenever I switch on the television. My favourite lines:
    ‘I favor the bold,
    cultured youth whose hands grip hard on the pen;
    they excel in the art of creating a raggedy winter nest
    made out of plum twigs’
    and
    ‘In odd and exposed minutes of a dream there is absence of chaos;
    where women folk are free to converse,
    waltz after hours,
    I confess, my eyes water at the very thought!’

  5. You have blended protest poetry and romantic imagery so skilfully and beautifully here:
    ‘I favor the bold,
    cultured youth whose hands grip hard on the pen’
    – Such a strong image, and the beauty of the ‘boysenberry twilight’ – Wow!

  6. That indeed is the key to it, dear Sanaa – no expectation of return… Makes the fruit taste even sweeter to the purer and most generous of spirits – some thing we should all aspire too…

  7. Sanaa, this is very dramatic and powerful and I feel it is important in our poetry we rise to the challenges people face such as the farmers ‘ protests in India. You have such a way with words which helps put so many emotions across.

  8. when I think about the farmer’s protest, thousands
    and thousands
    of innocents fighting for their rights—

    Sanaa,

    I don’t know much about this, TBH… are the protests still going on? What are they protesting for specifically?

    Your poem’s imagery piqued my curiosity 😀

    Yours,
    David

  9. I appreciate how you wove the political and poetic together so beautifully here. It is relatable. I want to be an informed world citizen and at the same time, it can feel overwhelming.

    This is my favorite line, “I yearn for a taste with no expectation of anything in return.”

  10. “In odd and exposed minutes of a dream there is absence of chaos;
    where women folk are free to converse,”

    Peace in the storm is very difficult at times. Life can be very disturbing an painful. I love this powerful statement in the midst of the chaos.

  11. you vividly captured the turmoil that rocks India, the current farmers protests and the womens lack of freedom. Your heartfelt passion conveys your grief beyond belief!

  12. This is so poignant, sad, and beautiful, Sanaa. I particularly love the last stanza. The whole poem though is chock-full of the most gorgeous imagery. As comments above have said, you have managed to write about politics in a romantic poem.

    I don’t know as much as I should about the farmers’ protests, but you probably know I’ve done some work on rape culture.

  13. This line ⏩”In odd and exposed minutes of a dream there is absence of chaos”
    It’s the poet’s duty to dream and “grip hard on the pen”
    Your words always stir the soul and mind!! 🤩

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