Your Tongue My Language


 
A word stood confused half way
Like a lone traveler in a jungle
looking for roads taken and not.
It’s all about crossing languages,
While crossing loves

Kaalam in my language, has an infinite purpose
Spreading beyond lands, ages and memories.
The sea, the sky and silence.
When it becomes time in your tongue,
Don’t you think it gets too pointed like you?
Shedding the fancies, infinities and
that philosophical gaze of insanity?

And again, minnaminni,
Like the twinkle in a baby eye
The throb of a new love
And the beauty of the night in gold spots
like constellations visiting, becomes
glowworm in your tongue.
Yes, just like that.
As plain as you.

Now try saying Pennu
See how much it rhymes with mannu and vinnu,
The organic female.
Your tongue failed to find a word for her
You say her spine sprout from your bones
And limited her to a prefix.
Man, she is not your woo,
Not your tongue
But, my language.

 

                                                                         

 

 

 

 

 

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