বুধবার, ৯ মে, ২০১৮
রবিবার, ৬ মে, ২০১৮
Malay Roychoudhury and Ulka's cartoon drawn by Sayan Sarkar
বৃহস্পতিবার, ৩ মে, ২০১৮
From JAKHAM, Malay Roychoudhury's Hungryalist poem ( 1965 )
JAKHAM, A Hungryalist Poem
A Poem by Malay Roychoudhury
This is a long poem written originally in Bengali during Hungryalist movement in Kolkata, India. Jakham means Wound.
awning ablaze with toxic fire above me
I lie watching the winged blue of this crawling sky
putting down the crushing anger of my suffering
I crossexam my nocturn doubts
pushing a gramophone needle through the lines of my
palm I scan the Prophecy
armature on thye left turned slag long ago
now eyeflesh twitching in the smoke of malay's burning
skeleton
dismantled tempests sweep by at 99mph
uniform queues of wristwatched zombies tattle
tradecyclic seinea swinging bat threatened me in this black dungeon
800000 doorless jambs stare for eternity over
the liquid medow
16 dvn ravens whirling around my torso for 25 yrs
my bones reeling embracing my raw wounds
my peeled fleshblood
flaying my skin I uncover arrogant frescoes of my trap
ageless sabotage inside the body
patrolling darknessw in the hemoglobin
I'm deciding what to do with me now
I've inherited emergent vengeance
polished for 6000 yrs
tugging at man's insensibility
scraping the old plaster of my skin
fingernails look magnanimous after the meal
people returning home on tortoise back
failing to search out my heart in my body
man training man the fairspoken codes of war &
hospitality
gathering fallen limbs from the torso we've to retreat
I lie lazily closing both eyelids wrapped in sunflakes
coked reeks conspiring in my veins turned loose
ohh
from the vapour of my brain's angryn kernel
technicoloured nitrocellulose oozes over
dreamlined retina
letters of sympathy heaped against halfclosed
futureless door
my black muscles rusting
equally true corpses of geniuses & fools
sliming simultaneously into earth
each woman waiting with a conversion chart in her
desolate womb
Gandhi & Attila's chemical blood
streams through my same veins
nothing happens to me
nothing will happen to this earth either
neither could I practice usury like the reast of mankind
nor shoot dice made of human bones
floating seeds in air trying to slouch roots
into my unfertile sweatbeads
i dreamt of my failur in Bumghang's apple orchard
I couldn't choose the luxurious comfort of an insect
sleeping in the cushioned kitchen of a corn's kernel
I've been spitting inside my body for the last 25 yrs
scraping off from mirror's knave mercury
self-saviour imprints of my violent face
each & all having a certificate from the burning-ghat
doctor for their performance of duty
until the last breath
2000 hounds released from out of my skull haunting me
for 25 yrs
sniffing the alleys and trod by women I advance
toward their amateur abode
my heartlump split open in terror when I looked at
the footprints on the dark pavement
sounds of dripping sand have evoked my skinpores
my spineburnt smoke peeling out through the chimneys
of skin
ants dragging fleshcorpses through mothmade clayveins
damn barefoot thriugh the seagulf I proceed
to the sullen den of the vultures
I have experienced magic simultaneously of food
concealing envious tints o0f blood and pus
perverse sugar-cane brain sucs liquid philanthropic
dirt out of earth
my Dirt my Love my Blood
clouds drift by like pieces of discarded bloodstained
cloth
I remember now Neela's sick left b**b....
throbbing with heart's feeble flutter
Life's whacklings are to be endured until death
with a dumb tongue
a blazing mantle hangs in place of my heartmachine
plus-minus signs and compasses with broken needles
stream through my arteries
rifle's dazzling nozzle & diesel-roller sleep
in iron ore of the earth
and stored deep down in zink's brain
Newspapers' YES & Newspapers' NO
my feet do not realize
I am controlling their speed
and direction
I'm not sure if I'll have to become unworldly
paying excise with an untransferable woman
I gloomed all through the winter
forging my own signature
was born not wanting to be born
now without unlacing my shoes
I want to plunge into the glowless dark
everybody making arrangements for Tomorrow
shoes having sympathetic polish this evening
only for Tomorrow
yet even circular roads get hold of man's legs
one day or the other
lusting for limbs 303 greased cartouches stashed
in new pine boxes rush up to frontiers of countries
2510 yrs after Buddha are sprawled on Gandhi-lawn
model-1965 leftover shoes & umbrellas
of cop & non-cop clashes
in the ware house of cocaine & counterfiet money
indian & chinese citizens mirth together in ecstasy
I had lifted a 5-dime coin from a blind begger's palm
I had looted benevolent money of funeralling corpses
from out of parched groin
crossed death-panic on a boat not lnowing how to swim
I may be censured I cannot be disregarded
God automated
I descended from a wrong womb and loitered on earth
for 25 yrs with a wrong name
from wrong desire i earned wrong envy
I felt irritated because of wrong grief earned from
wrong happyness
I collated wrong consciousness from wrong struggle
Ah! it's wrong Kolkata these are wrong men-women
I received wrong jealousy from wrong vanity
from wrong toiletry I learned wrong simplicity
wrong temperence has brought me wrong aversion
with wrong ego I enteren into wrong crowd
I spent sleepless nights in search of someone
with wrong respect
from wrong dreams I got peepul-leaf in place of
madam's vagina
tore off my wrist-veins after receiving
wrong built-up from wrong fame
I placed my immaculate love at the feet of
wrong woman
I ventured into wrong fragrance from wrong love
I constructed my wrong flesh & blood
from wrong wine & bread
I am waiving my wrongly tanned tattered skin
driven by wrong artifice at the junction
of wrong roads
I am no0w peeling off the skin of my old sores
in search of its pink cover
waiving my hand I am talking to one & all
with rotten sores concealed beneath my sleeve
my skull always keep on laughing
beneath the skin of my face
Ah
for 25yrs I had stitched & sealed my fingers with my heart
I drowned in incompetent river-water but came back
below the tap
roamed through the streets in search of the dead man
whose clothes I am wearing
In search of holding fast onto something in darkness
I retreated for 25 yrs
embraced me after colliding with myself in the dark
I was taken aback to discover me in the darkness
spent entire jobless winter near the warmth of
goat-dung fire
auction-records of feudal lands exploited me @ Rs 287.75
per month
with empty hungry stomach I attended an interview
and answered the name of finance minister's aunt
when I pee on a slope the urine stram flows to my feet
In full force I utilised AC & DC currents in my veins
in my dreams I drive my Fahien heels
from blue America to grey Jordon
compassionate boric cotton travel 1500 miles
in search of blood of injuries
now Malay's heirless ambition is returning to the crevice
of my vagabond lungs
humanbeings are going back to their slums after getting
educated in international brotherhood
I am unsheathing carbon rods from the lungs of
successful men
seated at the feet of a rose plant I observe how 34 uvula
explodes out of the bud
I find layers of green glass shards on the skin of dusty
autumn custard-apple tree
gunpowder from foreign mines arrive here to explode in
Jhikabari fields
99000 used tongue-cleaners have come
from neighbouring states to cultivate Kolkata sky
Japanese handfans & live human palms open up
on cobras' hood
I am secretly keeping watch on my activities
everyone has learned their first unattained saumersalt
right inside the womb
tattered time-table pages keep emanating for 25 yrs
out of my mouth ears and arsehole
Darwin's Man is slouching in shame for contempt of Court
people are worried about casual eave/ordinary leave/
I lie watching the winged blue of this crawling sky
putting down the crushing anger of my suffering
I crossexam my nocturn doubts
pushing a gramophone needle through the lines of my
palm I scan the Prophecy
armature on thye left turned slag long ago
now eyeflesh twitching in the smoke of malay's burning
skeleton
dismantled tempests sweep by at 99mph
uniform queues of wristwatched zombies tattle
tradecyclic seinea swinging bat threatened me in this black dungeon
800000 doorless jambs stare for eternity over
the liquid medow
16 dvn ravens whirling around my torso for 25 yrs
my bones reeling embracing my raw wounds
my peeled fleshblood
flaying my skin I uncover arrogant frescoes of my trap
ageless sabotage inside the body
patrolling darknessw in the hemoglobin
I'm deciding what to do with me now
I've inherited emergent vengeance
polished for 6000 yrs
tugging at man's insensibility
scraping the old plaster of my skin
fingernails look magnanimous after the meal
people returning home on tortoise back
failing to search out my heart in my body
man training man the fairspoken codes of war &
hospitality
gathering fallen limbs from the torso we've to retreat
I lie lazily closing both eyelids wrapped in sunflakes
coked reeks conspiring in my veins turned loose
ohh
from the vapour of my brain's angryn kernel
technicoloured nitrocellulose oozes over
dreamlined retina
letters of sympathy heaped against halfclosed
futureless door
my black muscles rusting
equally true corpses of geniuses & fools
sliming simultaneously into earth
each woman waiting with a conversion chart in her
desolate womb
Gandhi & Attila's chemical blood
streams through my same veins
nothing happens to me
nothing will happen to this earth either
neither could I practice usury like the reast of mankind
nor shoot dice made of human bones
floating seeds in air trying to slouch roots
into my unfertile sweatbeads
i dreamt of my failur in Bumghang's apple orchard
I couldn't choose the luxurious comfort of an insect
sleeping in the cushioned kitchen of a corn's kernel
I've been spitting inside my body for the last 25 yrs
scraping off from mirror's knave mercury
self-saviour imprints of my violent face
each & all having a certificate from the burning-ghat
doctor for their performance of duty
until the last breath
2000 hounds released from out of my skull haunting me
for 25 yrs
sniffing the alleys and trod by women I advance
toward their amateur abode
my heartlump split open in terror when I looked at
the footprints on the dark pavement
sounds of dripping sand have evoked my skinpores
my spineburnt smoke peeling out through the chimneys
of skin
ants dragging fleshcorpses through mothmade clayveins
damn barefoot thriugh the seagulf I proceed
to the sullen den of the vultures
I have experienced magic simultaneously of food
concealing envious tints o0f blood and pus
perverse sugar-cane brain sucs liquid philanthropic
dirt out of earth
my Dirt my Love my Blood
clouds drift by like pieces of discarded bloodstained
cloth
I remember now Neela's sick left b**b....
throbbing with heart's feeble flutter
Life's whacklings are to be endured until death
with a dumb tongue
a blazing mantle hangs in place of my heartmachine
plus-minus signs and compasses with broken needles
stream through my arteries
rifle's dazzling nozzle & diesel-roller sleep
in iron ore of the earth
and stored deep down in zink's brain
Newspapers' YES & Newspapers' NO
my feet do not realize
I am controlling their speed
and direction
I'm not sure if I'll have to become unworldly
paying excise with an untransferable woman
I gloomed all through the winter
forging my own signature
was born not wanting to be born
now without unlacing my shoes
I want to plunge into the glowless dark
everybody making arrangements for Tomorrow
shoes having sympathetic polish this evening
only for Tomorrow
yet even circular roads get hold of man's legs
one day or the other
lusting for limbs 303 greased cartouches stashed
in new pine boxes rush up to frontiers of countries
2510 yrs after Buddha are sprawled on Gandhi-lawn
model-1965 leftover shoes & umbrellas
of cop & non-cop clashes
in the ware house of cocaine & counterfiet money
indian & chinese citizens mirth together in ecstasy
I had lifted a 5-dime coin from a blind begger's palm
I had looted benevolent money of funeralling corpses
from out of parched groin
crossed death-panic on a boat not lnowing how to swim
I may be censured I cannot be disregarded
God automated
I descended from a wrong womb and loitered on earth
for 25 yrs with a wrong name
from wrong desire i earned wrong envy
I felt irritated because of wrong grief earned from
wrong happyness
I collated wrong consciousness from wrong struggle
Ah! it's wrong Kolkata these are wrong men-women
I received wrong jealousy from wrong vanity
from wrong toiletry I learned wrong simplicity
wrong temperence has brought me wrong aversion
with wrong ego I enteren into wrong crowd
I spent sleepless nights in search of someone
with wrong respect
from wrong dreams I got peepul-leaf in place of
madam's vagina
tore off my wrist-veins after receiving
wrong built-up from wrong fame
I placed my immaculate love at the feet of
wrong woman
I ventured into wrong fragrance from wrong love
I constructed my wrong flesh & blood
from wrong wine & bread
I am waiving my wrongly tanned tattered skin
driven by wrong artifice at the junction
of wrong roads
I am no0w peeling off the skin of my old sores
in search of its pink cover
waiving my hand I am talking to one & all
with rotten sores concealed beneath my sleeve
my skull always keep on laughing
beneath the skin of my face
Ah
for 25yrs I had stitched & sealed my fingers with my heart
I drowned in incompetent river-water but came back
below the tap
roamed through the streets in search of the dead man
whose clothes I am wearing
In search of holding fast onto something in darkness
I retreated for 25 yrs
embraced me after colliding with myself in the dark
I was taken aback to discover me in the darkness
spent entire jobless winter near the warmth of
goat-dung fire
auction-records of feudal lands exploited me @ Rs 287.75
per month
with empty hungry stomach I attended an interview
and answered the name of finance minister's aunt
when I pee on a slope the urine stram flows to my feet
In full force I utilised AC & DC currents in my veins
in my dreams I drive my Fahien heels
from blue America to grey Jordon
compassionate boric cotton travel 1500 miles
in search of blood of injuries
now Malay's heirless ambition is returning to the crevice
of my vagabond lungs
humanbeings are going back to their slums after getting
educated in international brotherhood
I am unsheathing carbon rods from the lungs of
successful men
seated at the feet of a rose plant I observe how 34 uvula
explodes out of the bud
I find layers of green glass shards on the skin of dusty
autumn custard-apple tree
gunpowder from foreign mines arrive here to explode in
Jhikabari fields
99000 used tongue-cleaners have come
from neighbouring states to cultivate Kolkata sky
Japanese handfans & live human palms open up
on cobras' hood
I am secretly keeping watch on my activities
everyone has learned their first unattained saumersalt
right inside the womb
tattered time-table pages keep emanating for 25 yrs
out of my mouth ears and arsehole
Darwin's Man is slouching in shame for contempt of Court
people are worried about casual eave/ordinary leave/
sick leave before they die
hand with a morsel correctly come upto mouth
sprays of spit are coming out of superwise radio
I waer my reverse shirt to expose oily dirt on
hand with a morsel correctly come upto mouth
sprays of spit are coming out of superwise radio
I waer my reverse shirt to expose oily dirt on
stichline armpit and collar
angry hornets rebound on my spectacles
sounds & echos venture out for people's ears
the house in which I was born has been converted to
population-control office
one has to die without not knowing not learning
not understanding lot of things
Oh
I learned forefinger-directed human behaviour from
beasts
for 25 yrs I have begged for redemption from my father's
religiousity and mom's non-reliogiousity
I am now readying myself to sleep after putting
artificial dentures in a glass near my head
here people loose at lower courts but come back
after winning at higher court
Cover of Bengali JAKHAM.
angry hornets rebound on my spectacles
sounds & echos venture out for people's ears
the house in which I was born has been converted to
population-control office
one has to die without not knowing not learning
not understanding lot of things
Oh
I learned forefinger-directed human behaviour from
beasts
for 25 yrs I have begged for redemption from my father's
religiousity and mom's non-reliogiousity
I am now readying myself to sleep after putting
artificial dentures in a glass near my head
here people loose at lower courts but come back
after winning at higher court
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