Dark Flowers
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Dr. Sandeepa Jayaswal
Chairperson Humanities Department
Indore Professional Studies Academy Indore, India
In this volume of sacred poetry for the sensual soul, Ashanti creates colours, light and music which awaken the imagination and bathes them in rapture. The book Dark Flowers is an aesthetic treat on every level for lovers of poetry and everyone who embraces the connection between the sensual and the divine.
Dr. Gloria Brame
Noted Author and Therapist
Mr. Ashantis poetic diction, his dedication to research in various fields of Indian life; especially in classical Indian music and dance has produced a beautiful book. Dark Flowers is a wild Dionysian romp that must be read!
Ms. Madhu Gujadhur
Mauritius Broadcasting Corporation
Forest Side, Mauritius
Baron James Ashanti
Baron James Ashanti over a 45 year career has lectured and read at several colleges and universities; he has also been nationally and internationally published & anthologized. He is listed in: Who’s Who in The World; Who’s Who in America; Who’s Who in American Education; Who’s Who in America, Writers, Editors, Poets; The International Who’s Who in Poetry; The International Writer and Author’s Who’s Who and The Poets and Writers Directory. His book Nova, Harlem River Press, N.Y. 1990 was entered for The Pulitzer Prize.
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Dark Flowers - Baron James Ashanti
Copyright © 2011 by Baron James Ashanti.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2010913121
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4535-6677-0
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I would like to acknowledge the help
and inspiration from the following people
in India who made this book possible.
Mr. Harsha Prasad
Ms. Kiran Dasaur
Ms. Manjeet K. Bansal
and
Ms. Madhu Gujadhur
from Mauritius
The model in the frontispiece
Is Manjeet K. Bansal
Both Part II of The Brides of God and The Devadasi
are works of fiction. Although the research for Dark
Flowers was done with an eye on cultural accuracy,
any resemblance to real historical figures is purely
and merely coincidental.
I know that the Chola Empire in India historically was
Tamil in culture and language but I decided to use a
larger model for readership of The Devadasi. It was not
an oversight which had me use Hindi instead of Tamil,
but merely a literary vehicle!
image001_b.jpgOut from sacred mysts
Comes the echo of a word
Devadasi
Urgently moving
The solitary traveler
To India
Who suckles dreams
At a caravanserai
Where time suspends
Like fixed star
glancing at
opulent destiny !
Contents
THE BRIDES OF GOD
II THE INCIDENT
HIDE AND SEEK
AARTI
AVATAR
MOON DANCE
BITTER HARVEST
THE DEVADASI
PRIYA’S GHAZALS
THE BRIDES OF GOD
[1]
A Tiger hunts [2] through the heavens
with a powerful blow from his claw
he performs Nirvan [3] on time
and so
crimson sacrificial drops
come to wash the city
with a yawn the day is reborn
An erotic charade hides in plain sight
an open secret
fed with long handled spoon
this garish frailty
tinted by 5 O’clock shadows
moves through coloured tenses—
turquoise tomorrows
and
saffron yesterdays
suspended between sexes
uneasy lot for
unmentioned curiosities
left at society’s undersides
these fallen crumbs
from gelded cage
The Hijras
Hijras leave a trail from
India to Pakistan to Bangladesh
where a valence of tears embraces
androgyny weighed & measured
by fate under equatorial rigors
YYx
or
XXy
this geometry of chromosomes
animates constellations of jewelry
about their person
like earth-bound mythologies
neither man nor woman-
Hijras take
shelter beneath
a world threatened
by atomic mushrooms
while the purdah [4] of derision & misconception
traps them inside transparent lives
turned into disappearing acts
on the high wire
by the
unkempt atrocity of caste
and so
at times honoured guests but
when uninvited guests
these unruly fakirs in drag
cast blessings bonded with
bawdy insults they deign to blight
weddings and birth rites for newborn
begging alms for song & dance
for ever so brief a presence spent
in polite company some Hijras
scrape a living being paid
for their absence
The heat from The Tiger’s growl
draws down the day’s breadth by
ambivalent karmic tag
for Hijras chided
and made to suffer
as mute symbols
of brambled taboo
for difference sake
The Mother Goddess
[5]
pours jasmine tea
for her children forsaken
on the river’s far bank
in the evening chill
Hijras’ sweaty spice
stained with exhaustion
presides over misfortune
the game afoot
beneath monsoon cherry rain
where the future hunts
after them
on the river’s far bank!
II THE INCIDENT
I am telling you
there was a miracle
done by dance long ago
in Locknow
[6]
by Hijra who was also
Sufi by inclination
She danced with the Beloved
in public without shame
and she transformed into
Goddess whilst she danced
surely you must be believing
that it happened just this way
. . .
On a particular day
at the appointed hour
a bloody bindi
[7]
was set in the sky
and bleached
an ochre painted bazaar
Into which
a famous singer
of the Qawwali
[8]
and his disciples
sat on a platform
along with a group
of master musicians
gathered in
the noon swelter
Mouthing addiction
to betel nut
the old ones teeth
rotted and ground
down by the chewing
sat crossed legged
and listen
to the charm of rapture
Wearing a golden choli
[9]
trimmed in ruby’s blood
a well known Hijra
strode barefoot
into the bazaar’s crucible
with trembling audacity
Sitaji spun & twirled
onto stage for the Amad
[10]
tall and lithe Sitaji
wore her hair loose
as it tumbled heavily
down to her back’s well
The Thaat [11] slowly built
the voice of Sitaji’s movement
each step reverberated with
the tabla’s
[12] heartbeat
stepping lively round her feet
and ankles anchored with
hundreds of silver dancing bells
that sang as precise dance steps
set at full tilt
towards ecstatic dancer’s whirl
in this public congress
of sounds woven by sarod-tambura
and harmonium
Sitaji’s frozen smile
accentuated rhythms
of Turka [13] that she
presented to the audience
and sent them into
wild cheers and clapping
Sitaji’s robin’s egg blue eyes
fluttered and closed
as she danced with hair
like sitar strings on fire
caught & nurtured
by tropic air of twisted Raga
curling like in incense
in the afternoon
image002.jpgIn the private moments of one’s soul
Sitaji’s hand and wrist gestures
pointed the way for the Parchant
[14]
to lead her into intoxication
exhibiting her lust for the Lord
in public Sitaji drank the wine
from the beloved’s breath
Charged with the glory
from Tapas
[15]
Sitaji’s countenance changed
as the fury of her steps spun
her close and then