The Girl Who Spoke In Symbols
Paraplegic syllables stumble off her tongue. Tripping on their consonants – trance-position errs. Tongue flapping wet, wild, delirious. Speaking the sense of madmen, veiled voice of divine truth. Here’s a glass, take a listen. Set it right against her throat. Hear the gushing of a river flow, rapid then slowed. It is that sound so … Read more
Poetweet!
So Hayah, an ardent fan of the Annasi & Kadalagotu Poetry Pilau proposed the idea of a “poetry chain” on Twitter. She explained it as a couple of tweeps deciding on an order in which to take turns and tweet poetry one line at a time. The spontaneous composition would be numbered according to the … Read more
Sociopath
I have been forcefully secretive. Sworn to secrecy. I have had nails stuck through my palm, Bled on thorns, on whips and chains. All in the interest of being sociable. Being able to socialize. Society – a sick joke.
See
I just showed you what’s wrong with us. Love is less than three and we’re four.
Meditation I
I am experiencing the molecule. I witness the atomic structure. I see multitudes, multiverses – square-ruled-grid-of-mind. I see forty six and two ahead of me.
‘Einstein’ And The Professor
The following is an exchange between a student his professor on the existence of God: Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ? Student : Yes, sir. Professor: So, you believe in God ? Student : Absolutely, sir. Professor : Is God good ? Student : Sure. Professor: Is God all powerful ? … Read more
Yesterday
Yesterday I was all dressed up for awurudu. Yesterday was my first day in school. Yesterday I was a kid in montessori. Yesterday I was a fetus within the womb. Yesterday I was my father’s seed. Yesterday a speck in the cosmos. Yesterday I was on my death bed. Today I am born again.
Annasi & Kadalagotu Poetry Pilau on April 28th
The Annasi & Kadalagotu Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/Kadalagotu Facebook Event: http://www.facebook.com/events/282079265211303/ UPDATE: We have shifted the venue to our friend Sharni’s residence on Greenlands Avenue in the interest of a larger space and breathing room for our suffocated poets! Below is a map for those who are prone to getting lost in the jungles of Hav’ock Town: P’8:re P‘Lau P Notes by … Read more
Tell Me Something
Tell me something. Something about the way I am. About how this will never work out. How we’re too different to be the same. We’re too difficult. Too much. Much of the same. Speak in riddles. I will answer in rhyme. Sing in verse. I will hum the line. Delicately tuned – Glued to the … Read more
Those Of Them That Run Down Cheeks
Those of them that run down cheeks, Hold my hand for company. Palms wet and heart wrenched; This cloud has no silver lining. You were something of a dream, The kind that keeps me awake, Tossing and turning, Just as you would have been. Those who say that fate has reason, Are deaf to the … Read more










