Malabar Mind
By Anita Nair
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In Malabar Mind, Anita Nair's debut collection of poems, the real and corporeal, landscapes and mindscapes are explored with a fluid ease. From the quirky resonance of Malabar's names to the stressed drone of television newscasters during war time; from the apathy of non-stick frying pans to the quiet content of cows chewing cud, Anita Nair rakes through the everyday, pausing each time for an unusual moment. Love, failure, humor, irony, lust, hope, anguish; beaches, crows, bus journeys, hospitals, just about every aspect of the human existence finds place in this collection of poems written over a decade.
Anita Nair
ANITA NAIR is one of India's most acclaimed authors whose oeuvreranges from literary fiction to noir to poetry to children's literature totranslation. Her books have been translated into thirty-two languages aroundthe world and have been adapted for audio, the stage and the screen. She is therecipient of several prizes and honours including the Central Sahitya Akademiaward, the Crossword Prize and the National Film Award. Founder of the creative writing mentorship programmeAnita's Attic which has mentored over 125 writers, Anita Nair is also aHigh-Profile Supporter of the UNHCR. Anita Nair's new novel is Hot Stage, third in the Borei Gowdanoir series.
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Malabar Mind - Anita Nair
Mostly a Man. Sometimes a God
Know this, woman
Clasped around my forearm are a thousand suns.
The mark of who I am
Mostly a man, sometimes a God.
Crawling, marauding
I feel your eyes
Trace vermilion, turmeric and rice paint paths
Slashing the brown silk of my skin.
Woman, I feel your touch.
The debris of light;
The density of a starless night.
My forefinger my brush,
Glistening lamp black my paint.
When your eyes meet mine
In the mating pool of the mirror,
My hand falters,
The line smudges.
Woman, you do not know what you do to me.
Woman, I have shed my skin.
I have sipped at timelessness.
Now I shall cease to be.
But before you diminish
Into nothingness,
I savor the life juice of the coconut palm.
Cup the baked earthen pot as if it were your chin.
I wet my lips at your mouth.
I drink deep of this forbidden mortal desire.
My crown is wrought of grass and divinity.
Fat lips, white lips, wool fuzz hide my adulterous mouth.
I sling the bamboo bow.
And raise the gleaming blade.
Drums throb to awaken the slumbering god.
Anklets shiver as the man in me retreats.
I am no longer who you desired.
I am your protector.
The fierce god Muthappan.
Muthappan speaks:
I’m lord of the jungle, son of the tortured vines
Fleet of foot, loyal to the last.
The dog is my comrade,
The blind Thiruvappan my companion.
Through the dark times of this age
I shall be with you.
To help and console.
To provide and protect.
Look, with this arrow
That pierces the eye of the coconut
I destroy all evil
That swirls around you.
I pluck from the crown of hope.
Fragments for you to build
Your dreams upon.
I press my palm on your head;
Let your nerve ends carry this message
That I shall never forsake you.
All this and more
I shall do for you.
But first there is a thirst in me
That I shall quench with milk still warm.
With toddy that bubbles
Unable to still time.
I suck on the long bronze spout
I crunch a piece of dried fish
Muthappan is satisfied;
Muthappan is happy.
Muthappan has spoken.
He no longer needs me.
My crown of power is of wilted grass.
The salt of sweat runs down my brow.
With fingers that had once sought perfection,
I wipe away the guise of divinity.
Woman, I am once again who I was,
A man with skin and eyes
That seek yours.
Woman, let me match my longing with yours.
Let me sear your lips with mine.
Let me burn your flesh with my hunger.
Why then do you evade me now?
Is it that you smell the savage?
Is it that you fear who I was?
Woman listen,
I am a man;
Only sometimes a god.
May You Sleep a Million Years, Shiva
I
Lord of the universe
Master of destruction,
I stand before you
Unwilling to be cowered.
Have you ever felt
The bones of your child prod your