Passage (Arka Mukhopadhyay)

You settle in your window-seat,
Dior-coated, burgundy-streaked.

And if I am not wrong, the tag
Says 'Hidesign' on your bag.

The other details also say
'Here is a woman of today.'

Perhaps a fraction too loudly,
With determined effort, proudly.

And yet as the aeroplane slips
Down the tarmac, a finger grips

The locket with its pendant saint,
Your knuckles whitely intent.

--- (the rest on Caferati) ---


Would a woman wear Hidesign with Dior? Why not. Not everyone is dressed in head-to-toe designer. But perhaps that's too real - when you are making a point about what kind of woman she is.
Aside from that (and whether she would wear a pendant saint, which is again an odd choice, of jewellery), the poem's intent is pretty clear, and strongly worded.

Commitment phobic (Sandhya Menon-Koottunkal)

We'll keep deluding ourselves
With birthday and anniversary dinners
Collecting crystal, making love,
Buying pleasure in music and vacations.

And we'll laugh at each others' jokes
Sometimes only because we don't want
Minute-broken hearts or complaints of how
Someone else always "laughs at my jokes".

We'll have children, maybe,
If you're not too old and I, not too fat
And we'll give up smoking and frivilous shopping
So that they can have that
Pony
Holiday
Trip to the moon.

.. (the rest on Caferati on Ryze )
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Multiple opinions that the title doesn't do justice to what follows, but
I rather prefer it this way. The future of an uneasy union in all its
moments, forcing itself upon a present still undecided. I say undecided
only because the picture of domesticity is still so clear, it obviously
pleases some corner of the mind that dwells on its images, and prefers
not to paint any vision of the alternative at all. It might, after all,
be these images that set out to become real, for they have a plan, they
can see a future, whereas the alternative has no clothes to present
itself in; the alternative is still nothing in itself but a No to the
other.

Back from OZ

No posts for over a month, I was touristing in Australia.

Back and finding a deluge of posts to read...