With a Blade, a Shovel and a Pickaxe

With a blade, a shovel and a pickaxe
It must have seemed to you,
When you tried to invite me to the
State of grace that opened up to you

Your Indifference

Your indifference, like this year, will roll into the next. Defiant, Saying we were never together. Hmm. True. Your forearms, bare, Your palms, damp, your eyes, alarmed or upset or sometimes both. What about them? Now I...

Other Women

Other women, possessing key value pairs, With dictionaries of obsolescence as resumes. She, she isn’t thinking about you She’s got her Tesla, her twins, and her career future to worry about. She, she already...

Cartographic Memory

On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address

Twins, She Said

"Twins," she said.
That is when my heart split.

She and I

In last night’s phone call Our moods, hers and mine, were Like these dark trees Standing up to the blazing sun. Reassuring ourselves that No matter how it burns, scalds and rankles us It is the sun that sets in...

I Think Someone Is Dead

I think someone is dead No, no, not the daily dead and dying But someone who is close to me She cut me off once, saying I am muddy water I think of a postcard she wrote to me Open, to my office address, with tenderness...

Here Is How I Feel Inferior

When I pine for you, for just one look and one smile from you, I make a lot of noise by writing pedantic poems, telling you all that goes on in my heart and head, but always afraid that this very telling, this very...

Major Tammy Duckworth and Cpl. Michael Oreskovic

Most of us, when overcome by feelings of disconnectedness from our surroundings, experience a sense of inner agitation, which is not that different from the experience of being a stranger.

Graduation Ceremonial

Just struck 11 On this quiet spring night Friendless. Earlier this afternoon Sat in sun, staring at the trees Thoughtless. Now in this silence I see mourners in PPE suits My friends. My thoughts. Featured image: Woman...

Your Regrets

You dismissed my words, remember? You kept track of me to swat at a merest chance And months later, You sent me a philosophical missive For that, here is an ordinary poem Read this and delight in your reflection...

Someone Come Bury Me

Someone come bury me Don’t wait for me to die When poets are being buried, what of my death See my cut heart Feel its split aches Hear its wild echoes There, see it pushing its way Up through my throat, my eyes...

Departing Spring

Most beautiful people are in my head. Why then, when I open my lips, My crazy fingers, and My blossoming heart To speak to them, To write to them, To listen to them They tell me that my lips are foul, My eyes are...

BHIMPALASI by Kaushiki Chakraborty

This brings me peace first, and then agitates me, until I look within myself, separate the important from the rest, and take a deep breath. 

Longing

What is this pain in my heart Longing, that old friend and old enemy, That’s what it is. Longing to come home, forgetting that Home is no longer home Longing to press my cheek To the faded cement floor Imagining...

In the Elevator, With Her

Everyone out. She’s in. Her signature walk, a dancer’s. Her asymptotic look in the elevator, grazing my face like a bullet. Saw her in red today. On my floor, sitting surrounded by plants, facing me. Fully...

Craving for you works like this

Been two years since that “Thank you” letter. More since your twins. A bit more since I wanted to be in your life. I turn the music on. Your face comes back to me, and I fade away from the music. My ears and...

In Bengaluru

A smile is more real than a kiss Here in Bengaluru my longing amplifies, Becomes anxious. After years and decades of being away Here I am home, away from home. In Bengaluru. Here when folks see me, they long for where I...

All Things Unforgiven

Read A Sample (PDF) “A searing portrait of family life behind genteel facades…​ ​Honest and compelling. Karamchedu’s pages ​​are as unflinching as they are sympathetic… A frantic, stimulating, and...

The Disconnect Patterns

Junko Yoshida, EETimes: “At a time when China observers in the U.S. struggle to unlock the mysteries of the Chinese market through academic books, this is probably the first practical volume by an engineering and...

It’s Not About the Technology (Springer)

From the Back Cover It’s Not About the Technology is about a phenomenon that is most dreaded by high-technology industry executives: a failure at the execution leading to a missed market window. Executives in the...

My Brooding Wife

Haven’t heard from her for two days. She’s quiet, and I am Making do with her brief messages Asking me to send my pics. In these quiet moments, In her confident pauses, I know–I can feel, An expansion...

Lakshmi Dreams

I just had a dream. I dreamt that you were trapped in your house. Also, maybe you had fever. I was desperate to see how I can reach you. And then the scene changed. I was knocking on your door. Door opened and your...

Rhino Memories

I am remembering this. You and I very early days. Walking after dinner late night in Beijing. It rained earlier. I think some young people were walking in front of us. We both were avoiding puddles, and talking. I said...

Bodyful and Heartful

Saying, “Come here already!” she threw her handbag on the bed. We go places and come home repeatedly. Days, months, years go by, Her love (and lust) never wavers. How did this happen? Her hugs tighter than...

Lusty Crush

To you, I said I had a crush on you Thinking that you will imagine only little boys have crush, And so will spare me of your adult indignation. This morning, still buried in that crush, I opened my eyes and saw Only...

Alienated, Among H-1s

Today was someone’s last day in our group I saw others go on with their work, After a courteous goodbye. Here I am, feeling how he must’ve felt Watching folks go on about while I, While I am receding in my...

Her Quiet Whispers

She said this morning, “I don’t know what I am in for, Am I lucky or unlucky…” Ask me why I didn’t say anything, And more important, why I didn’t feel Anxious that she said this. I...

In Your Brooding Mirror

Today I tell you That I was walking in life With a waist hoop That has 360 mirrors around it Facing me, showing me who I am Any step I take Any way I look. Today I tell you That when I was young I fancied 360 versions...

Embrace

It is back. The swell. The ocean in me, Rising, In a big wave, Heaving recollections Against my eyes. Here I see no one, In this swell I am alone Buried in it. Breaking With some memory Of something. Alone on my island...

Our Misty Faraway Loves

She told me this would happen That the time present would fly But the time past would stay. Hearts that pounded together Would break alone, and Divide in solitude, into twins. She said one twin will fly to her And the...

A Kashmiri Girl and Her Child

In her river There was no peace. For 15 hours The fish in her child Jumped. For 15 hours She pleaded him to “Please!” stop. On the shore, Sitting next to her, I muttered in myself Thankfuls of gratitude, For...

Days at Home

Fifteen days. Life took over. Wonderful life. Life with breakfast. Seeing her off in the morning. Looking for her in the evening. Looking over the patio, ignoring the neighbors. Everything became home. NDTV on all the...

Red Tesla

Saw a red Tesla behind me. Followed me for three blocks Then turned left at the traffic light. Two blocks down the street I pulled into my lot. Imagined the red Tesla would appear Any moment, crashing into me head on...

Why Can’t I Be Like Her?

It is back. Longing for her. Thought I’d turned it inward, Poking to learn how it worked its way. Would’ve been easier if she didn’t say how she loved me. Would’ve sustained a few days more if...

A Wistful Death

On a cold night like this, I use your memory like a blazing torch. And the three of me jostling, Huddle around you. One digging my grave, The second keeping the flame. And the third, There, put into the pit only a...

Soaking a Broken Heart in This Rain

This rain, this rain, falls on everything, Like you, a thousand of you, falling on one of me. If you were my imagination, or “muse” as they call it, I would have run you out when I ran out of you. But the...

Good Openings #6

“Stuck with an old spouse? Here’s what you do. There are ways you can punish her. No, she will never be able to pin it on you. It’ll be up and up, as they say. What? You don’t know what is up and...

Good Openings #5

Priya pretended to inhale the smoke and blew on her father’s face. At that moment he decided what he will do with her. Now, twenty-five years later, sitting in the 2:15pm train to Pune on a summer day, she looked...

Good Openings #4

Two days before she hung herself in the college dorm room, Dori visited her mother’s grave.  At the graveyard she stood near the tree, watching the headstone from a distance. She stood there for two hours...

Good Openings #3

For anyone to be honored with the task of caring of the flock, you would have to distinguish war from music, love from jealousy, and details from prayers. Pastor John possessed none of these qualities. An occasional...

Good Openings #2

“Can we go out the backway?” That’s how it started. This time the boy knew, from instinct and from habit, his father’s next move. But the first time? The first time it happened, the boy...

Good Openings #1

She was in such a state of agitation. She read the letter a hundredth time, her eyes glued to that one paragraph.  “What possessed him to ask me for a thing like that? ” she muttered while reading and re...

Women in My Poems

Come in, come in,
Look down into the abyss of my inkwell
See for yourself what you did

Pining for a Stranger

And so once again I look at the horizon
Away from the bruising silences

Her Legend

A few of us came into this world
Ate, judged others, acquired indifference

Remembering My Death

Early morning, rain lashing at the window. A body sleeping on the bed. A dream entered that body. An old woman in the dream.

Anatomy of Indifference

I know someone
Who craves for a touch of my hand
For the sound of my voice

Homework

October already
I wish I could see you
So that you will see
That I am not this dramatic

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