{"id":3121,"date":"2017-07-25T00:09:04","date_gmt":"2017-07-25T00:09:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=3121"},"modified":"2017-07-25T00:09:04","modified_gmt":"2017-07-25T00:09:04","slug":"malkeet-kaur-summer-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/malkeet-kaur-summer-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"Malkeet Kaur, Summer 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>PEOPLE FROM ACROSS THE RAMPART<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>These are the beautiful people I met one evening in the walled city.<br \/>\nI glide among them like an apparition.<br \/>\nWas Neruda immortalising them?<\/p>\n<p>People are so good<\/p>\n<p>Or were they the other<br \/>\nThe common the ordinary<br \/>\nLike the neglected speck of sand?<\/p>\n<p>I might have belonged there<\/p>\n<p>And in Miss Austen&#8217;s world of love and liberty<\/p>\n<p>You can&#8217;t eat your cake<\/p>\n<p>I see women in shoulder cut attires<br \/>\nLeaving their fragrances as they sweep past<br \/>\nThe men, slightly overweight, following like proud owners<\/p>\n<p>They cook in modular kitchens<br \/>\nand eat their cakes too<br \/>\neven after their nine to five loop<\/p>\n<p>These are the beautiful people I met one evening<br \/>\nafter a long sabbatical in my dark room,<\/p>\n<p>Strolling in the malls, parenting in the<br \/>\nsmart city parks with rampart walls<\/p>\n<p>And I realised I don&#8217;t belong to this beauty so rampant.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>AGING GODDESS<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>She once saw men playing Gods<\/p>\n<p>Disposing and disposing<\/p>\n<p>Tearing off entrails<\/p>\n<p>It was a never-ending summer.<br \/>\nShe awaited spring which never arrived.<br \/>\nAnd the winters hid soothing secrets beneath the floral quilts.<\/p>\n<p>She lies in scarred maples now,<br \/>\nThe ageing Gods at her helm.,<br \/>\nBlood turning to powder on the lips.<\/p>\n<p>The chill of winters in her hair hurt now.<br \/>\nYet she turns her head like a proud Goddess<\/p>\n<p>Disposing and disposing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>POETIC NARCISSISM<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The baleful ambitions threatened to beleaguer my intents.<br \/>\nI ruminate on the ruins of narcissism of sublimity.<br \/>\nThe crepuscular times in purlieu of my hours<br \/>\nWane to obfuscate the obscurity of the mediocre<br \/>\nWith facetious ease of this life fragmented<br \/>\nas a triptych puzzle<br \/>\nGravid with abrasive frieze coated truths.<\/p>\n<p>The mirrors of stray verses imbue with<br \/>\nbeautific mist of narcissistic lavation.<br \/>\nThis quill quiver now with<br \/>\nphlegmatic disillusionment.<\/p>\n<p>Here lies this odious inevitability!<br \/>\nThere the scion of sublime glories of the bygone!<\/p>\n<p>The inevitability of the mediocre lives,<br \/>\nA cabal to thrash the throes of creativity<\/p>\n<p>to nefarious self-glorification!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>ON PAIN<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I was born with the pain that settled near the belly.<\/p>\n<p>Next to the one end of the umbilical cord.<\/p>\n<p>It gave me company in the crib<br \/>\nwhen the darkness and silence descended.<\/p>\n<p>And at every other place.<\/p>\n<p>The pain of loneliness and being alone.<br \/>\nOf not belonging here.<br \/>\nNeither there.<\/p>\n<p>The pain that I no longer feel.<br \/>\nIt dances in the veins.<\/p>\n<p>It doesn&#8217;t trickle now.<br \/>\nLike fear down the spine.<\/p>\n<p>It erupts on the lips all of a sudden.<\/p>\n<p>And blooms like a bud in the dark.<\/p>\n<p>It unravels the sunshine within.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Malkeet Kaur hails from Mumbai, India. She works as a teacher and enjoys indulging in penning down verses occasionally. Many of her poems have been published in online journals and anthologies- <em>Episteme, Yellow Chair Review, Dead Snakes, Acerbic Anthology against gender violence<\/em>, to name a few.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>PEOPLE FROM ACROSS THE RAMPART These are the beautiful people I met one evening in the walled city. I glide among them like an apparition. Was Neruda immortalising them? People are so good Or were they the other The common the ordinary Like the neglected speck of sand? I might have belonged there And in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":934,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3121","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v24.2 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>Malkeet Kaur, Summer 2017 - Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/malkeet-kaur-summer-2017\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Malkeet Kaur, Summer 2017 - Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"PEOPLE FROM ACROSS THE RAMPART These are the beautiful people I met one evening in the walled city. 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