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Poetry

Sleeping Beauty on Indian Celluloid
Published :1 March 2011
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ECHOSTREAM
You star in its desi remake,
your father has a fox trot,
a French beard. Not crude
country bumpkin, just cruel.

Princes who come riding
to seek your hand return
without legs. Not dead,
just dressed as deterrents.

You try suicide to sleep off
such horror. Coma gifts you
a lover, carrying him over
on a crow’s wing.

You give yourself to this man,
like you are giving yourself to rain.
Love lights up like lightning
and you scream in sleep.

Your father’s abuses arrive
like thunderstorms. Driven
to incessant doubt, he gives up
his ghost with a cardiac arrest.

Taking your best friend’s help
you trace your lover through
Facebook. Your story ends up
on a clapboard.

The director names you Usha;
sunrise. You are something
the world has never seen,
he says and reveals that

The lover’s role is played
by a politician’s grandson.
You are convinced
this is your big break.
 
 

Readers' Comments

Total Comments 9

anshul
26 April 2011
05:07 PM
Found this poem to be very ordinary and lacking in any form of meter or rhyme. Perhaps The Caravan editors need to handpick better poets. Or better thoughts.
 

stuti goswami
21 April 2011
11:17 AM
"Your father’s abuses arrive like thunderstorms. Driven to incessant doubt, he gives up his ghost with a cardiac arrest" powerful, and haunting--as always, Meena.love your words.
 

javaid anwar
3 March 2011
08:16 PM
"Taking your best friend’s help you trace your lover through Facebook. Your story ends up on a clapboard." love relationship on the virtual space of internet....
 

vikram
3 March 2011
07:45 PM
always ur words carry thats something really happen around us. NICE.
 

Aslam
3 March 2011
05:34 PM
Indian celluloid must be the worst place of atrocities against women.
 

Raj
2 March 2011
08:29 AM
Awful! Does this kinda stuff pass off as poetry in Caravan? Makes me sick to the stomach.
 

Arun
1 March 2011
12:58 PM
corny, brave and yet judgemental . 6 pts for the effort.
 

Amarnath
1 March 2011
04:05 AM
Is this about a Actress or a cinema story
 

Rangam Chiru
1 March 2011
03:31 AM
...carrying him over on a crow’s wing. ... ...convinced this is your big break. ..so Much fun, so much real
 
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