raman mundair

In your dreams you had wings,
butterfly wings, wet whispers
emerging from a cocoon.
In your nightmares you fell,
wings aflame like the painting
you saw made in memory

of Hiroshima. In my life, you
blazed. The smoke of your wings
brought water to my eyes. 

akka mahadevi

Akka Mahadevi (ಅಕ್ಕ ಮಹಾದೇವಿ) was a prominent figure of the Veerashaiva Bhakti movement of the 12th century Karnataka. Her Vachanas inKannada, a form of didactic poetry, are considered her most notable contribution to Kannada Bhakti literature. In all she wrote about 430 Vachanas which is relatively fewer than that compared to some other saints of her time. Yet the term 'Akka' (elder Sister), which is an honorific given to her by great Veerashaiva saints like Basavanna, Chenna Basavanna, Kinnari Bommayya, Siddharama, Allamaprabhu and Dasimayya, speaks volumes of her contribution to the movement that was underway. She is in hindsight seen as a great and inspirational woman for Kannada literature and the history of Karnataka. She is said to have accepted the god Shiva ('Chenna Mallikarjuna') as her husband, traditionally understood as the 'madhura bhava' or 'madhurya' form of devotion.

Born in Udutadi (or Udugani) near the ancient city of Banavasi (in Shikaripura taluk Shimoga district). She was born in 1130CE and lived until 1160. She worked for the welfare of women.

She is Kannada’s first female poem writer (poetess).

don't despise me

Don't despise me as
She who has no one
I'm not one to be afraid,
Whatever you do.
I exist chewing dry leaves.
My life resting on a knife edge
If you must torment me,
Chennamallikarjuna,
My life, my body
I'll offer you and be cleansed. 

habba khatoon aka zoon

"i have adorned myself lusciously from top to toe; so enjoy my youth as lively and inviting as a pomegranate flower." habba khatoon

not another poem

35 years and counting
many hearts broken and flaunting
a new tattoo for every season
a new husband for every inning

my dad took the best of me
and the remain i shared with thee
i cannot be responsible for your pain
you should wear a raincoat in the rain

writing poems may win you pussy
but at the end of the day sweetie
pussy gets dry and you will try
writin one more poem to get high  ..

this aint no drug cowboy
rollin joints is sweet
you are broken and so unwanted
you appeal only to the weak

i am tired of leading
this
horse to
the water
DRINK LITTLE BITCH
and maybe i wont matter