Shahid,
i sent you a postcard
neat 6×4 inch
slab avalanche of grief
disfigured black flag
punched with pellets
the night sky’s
braille ligatures
from where stars
have been dislodged
grains of sand
scraped from under my feet
*Braille for Post Card From Kashmir
Binu Karunakaran is poet from Kochi, Kerala Twitter @litemeter
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When I was strolling to meet you
They surrounded me from all sides
Shot pallets which encircled round me
Blinded my life but not my vision
Still… I shall come and meet you
Shake my hands firmly with you
Both of us shall walk towards
Eternal light …
Dear Sheshu,
Thank you for responding to this with a poem
Powerful… and sad.
At first, I wondered about the typography, the lines broken as they are, the spaces between phrases. But, a good poem persuades us to read it again &/or to share it. And, on 2nd reading, I saw that this is the best way to arrange the thoughts, the ideas of terror that we can only grasp moment by moment, onrushing in fragments–bullets in the consciousness of these times.
(And, I, too, would like to thank you, Sheshu, for your appropriate and excellent response.)
I shall disseminate this poem, let you know where else (properly accredited) it appears.
P.S. Excellent photo-match, too!
GC