{"id":243,"date":"2020-10-05T19:16:13","date_gmt":"2020-10-05T19:16:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/?p=243"},"modified":"2020-10-05T19:29:32","modified_gmt":"2020-10-05T19:29:32","slug":"blind-god-%e2%80%8dand-others-by-tithi-afroz","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/blind-god-%e2%80%8dand-others-by-tithi-afroz\/","title":{"rendered":"Blind God \u200dAnd others by Tithi Afroz"},"content":{"rendered":"

Blind God
\n<\/strong><\/span>I have handed over all the savings of my life
\nTo the hands of a blind God
\nOr His autocratic rule has forced me do so
\nThere is no hole in the fingers of his His hand
\nNo entertainment is dripping from
\nStill a hungry tongue
\nI have hanged below his hardened chin
\nLike the pots they hung to collect date-juices
\nIf a drop of love drips even by mistake!
\nI will swallow it then by licking
\nShall drain it all with desire
\nPlease satisfy my lifelong hunger, Lord
\nHey dictator, whatever you took away belong to me
\nYou do not exist without me
\nBecause I exist, you have the arrogance!<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t want this Holi game of Earth and Heaven
\nThis drama of the actors like Behula and Lakhindar
\nThe proof of a devotee\u2019s devotion to Lord
\nIn exchange of the bubbles in Yazid\u2019s chest and the head of Ismail!
\nThey why are you playing such strange game with the Universe!
\nWhy Abrar gets death as a punishment for putting faith on you?
\nNo heavenly sound reaches the ears of the those devils
\nIf you do not see the pain of a mother who lost her son
\nIf you turn deaf, if you do not hear the helpless cry of the oppressed
\nThen you are blind, you are deaf!<\/p>\n

If the God is blind then the death of the devotee is a blessing
\nBecause without death one cannot leave this Universe
\nBecause there is no parliament to make you accountable,
\nSo you are a despot and I am a rebel!
\nReturn me the savings of my life
\nAnd take you this breath you gave on mercy
\nI do not want to give you the savings of my life
\nAnd don\u2019t want to take breathing on mercy;<\/p>\n

We don\u2019t want to give you the seven months baby
\nlike Simon Monti who never saw the World
\nWe don\u2019t want to see your tyranny in the Holy Artisan;
\nWe don\u2019t want to swim in the River Naaf,
\nnor we want to be born as Rohinga babies;
\nWe don\u2019t want to be born in Syria
\nand Yemen as children clad in blood
\nWhy then you are creating rose-like babies
\nin Syria and Yemen
\nAnd why did you put the baby Jesus on the Cross?
\nIf you don\u2019t reply then you are an absolute ruler
\nand I am a rebel.
\nKill me.
\nIt is better to live in Hell than to watch your grimy games.
\nI want to depart,
\nBecause without death one cannot get rid of your autocratic empire,
\nDeath is preferred\u2026<\/p>\n

Do\u2019nt Leave Smoking If You Can
\n<\/span><\/strong>The pink glimmer that bemuses me just before the sunset
\nReclining into that and sipping a cup of smoky coffee
\nDesiring to draw your lips into mine
\nAt that moment mixing a little smoke of your cigar
\nWill intensify the attraction
\nDon\u2019t leave the cigarette.<\/p>\n

(And you make wine and quality food from date tree
\nand grape fruits; of course there are instances in it for
\nthe sensible and wise people. [Sura Nahal 16:67])<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t leave the habit of drinking, if you can
\nBe sensible and wise
\nYou do not have to cross Pulsirat to come to me
\nPour wine in two thin glasses with articulate longings
\nIf you ignite coloured lights of cheers touching bosoms
\nThe wine-soaked lips will rub in the lanes of magic
\nDon\u2019t leave smoking, if you can<\/p>\n

Fire burnt desire \u2013 makes me lustful
\nLips soaked in wine and drenched in smoke
\nCreates a rhythm in Assembly of Nabaratna
\nWhen the roaring clouds descend down to moon-hill
\nDance and art \u2013 get busy to exposes their bodies
\nSo do not leave, if you can
\nDo not leave the curves of jungle-river
\nDon\u2019t leave the sounds of birds
\nAnd the adoration of my Tulsiganga<\/p>\n

In the worship of Buddha and Marijuana
\nWhen the ancestral households are disarrayed
\nThen the warmth of a hand touches my hand;
\nI wish to go for a long hibernation
\nEmbracing the simple touches in intense wraps
\nKeep a delightful smash in marijuana, if you can
\nMe or Monalisa of Leonardo De Vinci
\nAnyone will give a pleasure smash
\nA smoke filled kiss on your lips naked in sleep
\nDon\u2019 leave the cigarette, if you can..<\/p>\n

Face Inside the Mask
\n<\/strong><\/span>The stream of blood of Kamrup Kamakkha flows in your eyes
\nA blood of river that destroys human habitations is flowing.<\/p>\n

You are waiting for a cold winter night
\nWaiting for that most auspicious star-lucky moment
\nIn distant Hastinapur
\nA hurricane glows in your eyes-
\nEyes within eyes, face inside the mask;
\nDon\u2019t show anything but can be seen; in broad daylight
\nBut it would act like the hidden veins
\nWill forget totally after pledging on secretion of sexual desire:
\nYou were a human.<\/p>\n

Afterwards- you draw the blueprint of destruction
\nYou become
\nThe City of Pundra
\nThe King Parsuram or a machine by yourself
\nWhere innocent blood is sprayed
\nThe head is sheared
\nIn the machine of sacrifice\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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