Poems: A Selection

STATUES AND PLACES OF WORSHIP

I have lived to see the Bamiyan Buddha blown apart

An Ambedkar wearing a garland of chappals

A Gandhi defaced

An Indira Gandhi’s bust attacked

A Lenin fall

I lived to see the mosque in Ayodhya, the Babri Masjid, get destroyed

Confederate statues get torn down in the US of A

Saw the twin towers there fall down

All this happened during my lifetime

I am not a Buddhist
Or an Ambedkarite, though I am pro Dalit and against jathi and varna discrimination
Or a Gandhian
Am anti-Indira Gandhi
Anti-Lenin
I am not a Muslim
Am anti-slavery, anti-racial discrimination and the Confederates

Anti- American imperialism, expansionism and interventionism
Anti- the political Right movements across the world
& I am no Hindu

I follow the ones free of all icons and idols
Jesus, Buddha, Kabir, Rumi, and all
I follow those in whom God or ideals live(d) in their hearts
I am freed by them of all icons and idols
My body is my only, though not holy, temple
Which statue will you tear down
Or place of worship destroy

To offend me, or of such a one?

and was turned away
for being the second coming of Christ?
Have you been Adidas and laughed at by the Tam Brahm writer
who could not take your mocking his clan
though he said he was an atheist
but made his son wear the twice-born symbol of the holy thread
even while considering your story sacrilege and crap?

Revolution, you are still in Kerala.
I left you behind, even Adidas
As I have something else to do.
Fate parted us but the fire still burns
In the hearth
Sets ablaze
At unexpected times
Even as the same fascist dogs bark together
All over the world
The same pack of hungry wolves run together
And I, lone wolf, alpha male, await the full moon
To howl and bay at it yes, yes, yes, yes, no, no, yes, yes
My teeth chattering again, this time in the loneliness of heat and cold
And hope it will melt the polar ice-caps.

REVOLUTION #56

Revolution is in Turkey
Anarchist, communist, atheist
against one’s own religion and blood
writing with no one to publish
poems that make one startle

Revolution is in Bengal
out of touch with now, but what poems he writes! –
atheist, communist, working for tribals
writing with no one to publish
those long poems of his that rival the Hungryalists

Revolution is in America
with memory loss and fighting alone
accident prone
writing, no one to read her
painting
singing
what paintings, what music!
Revolution, always, painfully lost

Revolution is also in some other town in the USA or UK
caught in the turmoil
under some bridge
dead or alive
always wanted
on the run
gone mad
bitter
tragic, long haired
nothing for him, or her, ever going right
eyes, vodoo dolls and psychedelic whorls

Revolution is in Delhi
so young it hurts to read her
writing a post a minute
with likes going down
except when in it’s

in the Zone of the Infinite
Such a poet! I read and weep for –

Revolution is in the Middle East
staying sane, those incredible images screaming
constantly in her head
each image whizzing by
jotted down or not
who knows where that path leads –
may it lead to somewhere better

Revolution is also a woman in Bengal
alone, frightened, but bravely holding on
holding on to nothing
going on so bravely
to think of it is gone, so gone, damn, gone
but Revolution must be unbreakable, strong

And finally in Bangalore
I, revolution, sit alone
sit and watch the coin
knowing I flipped it up myself
On one side is the queen
who cut me in two
and on the other side
the tail
who cut me in two
Both are in league with each other

(heads I lose, tails you win)
but I am the one who flipped the coin
so wish to end
to end it all
but am held back by ONLY one thing
four things
and meanwhile we all suffer

The bastards and bitches drink our blood
We wait for the day we can kill them
even if it never comes
We will not bow down but go on

REVOLUTION #103 OR 104

Revolution is poetry
Writing on all things and sundry
Always poor and in debt
But making everyone else rich and happy
Teachers and cheaters
Stealers and lovers
Flatterers and fools
Deniers and destroyers
Revolution is ugly
Of no use to the world
Dung and compost
Ignored forgotten thrown in a corner
Talks of what no one wants to hear
Seemingly
But all read surreptitiously secretly slyly
Has no wealth
Assets
Position
Power
Influence
Is truly alone
No fame
No gain
No name
Even his friends talk to him
Only if spoken to
But goes on
Doggedly
Will not leave the fight
Stands for the broken lost causes underdogs gone cases of society every single despised entity called nobody
Where there is poetry
There is revolution
And where there is revolution
There is poetry
Where there are both
There is certainty
You can kill them both
But not destroy or defeat
Revolution or poetry
As revolution and/is Poetry.
My works and words will live forever
As I am both revolution and poetry.

Bionote

Ampat Koshy is presently working as an Assistant Professor in the English Department of Jazan University, Saudi Arabia. He has five books of his own to his credit and has co-authored, co-edited, and contributed to and anthologized another ten. He has been appearing in anthologies worldwide online and offline and has won several awards for writing and related work. He works in the field of autism with his wife as his son has autism. According to him his best book so far is “Scream and Other Urbane Legends”, a collection of short stories. But his best work is yet to come. He is presently working on a novel and many other books like another short story anthology as an editor. He has also instituted the Reuel International Prize for Literature, now in its fifth year, and runs several influential literary groups under the name THE SIGNIFICANT LEAGUE and its satellites.

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Ampat Koshy
Ampat Koshy is presently working as an Assistant Professor in the English Department of Jazan University, Saudi Arabia. He has five books of his own to his credit and has co-authored, co-edited, and contributed to and anthologized another ten. He has been appearing in anthologies worldwide online and offline and has won several awards for writing and related work. He works in the field of autism with his wife as his son has autism. According to him his best book so far is "Scream and Other Urbane Legends", a collection of short stories. But his best work is yet to come. He is presently working on a novel and many other books like another short story anthology as an editor. He has also instituted the Reuel International Prize for Literature, now in its fifth year, and runs several influential literary groups under the name THE SIGNIFICANT LEAGUE and its satellites.

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