Dubai Poetics
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To Be Free
To be able to speak one’s mind. ‘No!’ ‘I don’t agree.’ ‘I don’t like that.’ ‘No, I won’t!’ To be without excuses without explanations without apologies. Is that what it means to be free? To be able to express rage, in words that say just what they mean. And then… move on. No pent-up emotions Continue reading
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And Then, There Is Grief
As a writer, I wondered… Can I create poetry that tore? What after all, did I know about pain too pure to bear, or grief too deep to share? What did I know? Indeed! I looked up the meaning of words that stood in for grief. Distressed, in agony, desolate, in purgatory, or drowning in Continue reading
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Melancholia
… of a writerly kind A half-remembered tune melts into me. I rise up trying to meet it… grab it make it fully mine. But the very acting of reaching rips the melody out of my mind. Just the ghost of it stays behind to tease me with its unformed lines. Haunted by a feeling, Continue reading
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Melancholia
I have been busy focusing on completing what I hope is the final draft of my first novel. This basically means that I have let the blog slide. Apologies. This is a poem I had written recently, and was featured in the latest (25th) issue of Dubai Poetics. (https://dubaipoetics.com/edition-xxv) Melancholia By Binu Sivan (Click on Continue reading
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