In the end
Place
me
inside an old rusted
iron box
locked firmly
for
three days
three hours
three minutes
three seconds
and in the end
when summoned
I will emerge out
as I was
with my unrusted iron
with more
peace
Footnote: Aathmaanam practices the sensational Houdini escape in this poem ... he becomes an illusionist stunt performer with his own skilled art of poetry
Place
me
inside an old rusted
iron box
locked firmly
for
three days
three hours
three minutes
three seconds
and in the end
when summoned
I will emerge out
as I was
with my unrusted iron
with more
peace
Footnote: Aathmaanam practices the sensational Houdini escape in this poem ... he becomes an illusionist stunt performer with his own skilled art of poetry
முடிவில் - பக்கம் 185
ReplyDeleteஆத்மாநாமின் மிக சிறந்த கவிதைகளில் இதுவும் ஒன்று என்று நினைக்கிறேன். என்னை அழித்தாலும் என் எழுத்தை அழிக்க முடியாது என்று சொல்லும் அதே தோனி என்னை(என் கவிதை) எங்கே வேண்டுமென்றாலும் எவ்வளவு ஆபாயமான இடத்தில் வேண்டுமென்றாலும் ஒளித்து வையுங்கள் மீண்டு வரும் போது என்னில்(என் கவிதையில்) எந்த மாசும் ஒட்ட வாய்பில்லை. இங்கே மூன்று நாள், மூன்று மணி, மூன்று வினாடி என்பது ஏசுவின் உயிர்த்தெழுதல் பற்றிய குறிப்பிடுவதாக எடுத்துக் கொள்ளலாமா?
The most striking thing is that, this is the last poem. Not sure if Brammarajan chose this to be or Atmanaam decided on this. The cross-section between intuition and illusion is perhaps the best way to end this book of poetry.
ReplyDeleteThe metaphors chosen to illustrate his sense of entrapment, the iron box/trunk stood in the passageway and strangely I have stared at this as many times as my father and perhaps Atmanaam. The poet can't be held..his departure is perhaps the only continuous presence..perhaps he is here, right behind me..or within the binary of this blog..
Dad's Version
In the end
In an old rusted
Iron trunk
I was placed
locked firmly
three days
three hours
three minutes
three seconds
even when called in the end
I
just like that
with unrusted iron strength
shall come out
later
in peace
To Di: Nundha இருப்புச்சத்து.
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