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SO MANY
FREEDOMS
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SO MANY FREEDOMS
Karanam Rao
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Notion Press
5 Muthu Kalathy Street, Triplicane,
Chennai - 600 005
First Published by Notion Press 2013
Copyright Karanam Rao 2013
All Right Reserved.
ISBN: 978-93-83185-72-6
This book has been published in good faith that the work
of the author is original. All efforts have been taken to
make the material error-free. However, the author and
the publisher disclaim the responsibility.
No part of this book may be used, reproduced in any
manner whatsoever without written permission from the
author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in
critical articles and reviews.
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Dedication
for my granddaughter,
Priya Darshini
who has brought in lots of pleasure & happiness.
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Acknowledgements
Some of the poems appeared in my earlier collections,
and I thank the publishers for allowing me to reuse
them for the present anthology. I thank Prayer Books,
and the Writers Workshop, Calcutta, Lulu.com, USA.
I also thank Prof. Akella R who vetted the poems and
Dr. Venkateswarlu I who offered me many useful
suggestions and Mr. Suhas Kiran for proofreading
and helping me out to make the anthology error
free.
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Contents
Alone 2
Anger 4
Another Country 6
Beyond Borders 8
Continuities 10
Dripping Down 12
Freedom 14
Gandhi & I 16
Get Well Message 18
Her Face 20
Home 22
In Chicago 24
India Against Corruption 26
Inwardly 28
Meeting a Long Lost Friend 30
Memories 32
Nostalgia 34
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Poem for my Granddaughter 36
Reassurances 38
Relationships 40
Seize the Day 42
Semantics 44
Sharing Intimacies 46
She Walks in Beauty 48
Silence 50
Sipping Coffee 52
Something 54
Springtime 56
The Last Page 58
The Sense of Life 60
Tomorrow 62
Tribute to a Friendly 64
Walking Down 66
Waylaid Since 68
Words Unspoken 70
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SO MANY FREEDOMS
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Alone
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So Many Freedoms ! 3
Alone, in the dark,
seamless night,
like a sinner caught in
the act of sinning,
I writhed in sleeplessness.
What should I do now?
Send prayers to gods
of small things asking them
to restore me to streams
of light?
And when the day
did really break,
with a heavy thud,
I still carried my
private hell into it as a ritual
of purgatorial cleansing.
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Anger
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So Many Freedoms ! 5
Angers something
thats unpredictable
like the post-prandial
hiccups of my fiance.
Its triggered
with each of my
abetments with her.
Like her flair to throw
my money on trifles
to satiate her vagabond
pleasures,
a perversion of hers
that leaves me cold
and confused to know the
difference between
prudent spending
and profligate pissing off.
Like her refusal
to fall in line to pander
to my deciduous desires.
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Another Country
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So Many Freedoms ! 7
I love your cool environs,
the colour of your skin,
and eyes,
sylvan meadows,
and phallic skyscrapers.
Your buxom maidens,
and their midnight
sauntering in boutiques,
and discotheques.
But what I dont get at
is your predilection
for retroflex and long vowels.
and your bullshit
punctuality,
though you speak the same
language of love & oneness
even as we do.
Youre the shit of a country,
America ! youve erected walls,
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Beyond Borders
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So Many Freedoms ! 9
There are no lucidly
drawn borders
for the free flow
of thoughts
since it races beyond
the syntax of a sentence
Like silences that can
reach up to heavens gates..
Like love that knows
no canonical stricture
of disorientation.
Like waves that ebb
and flow under no
warranty of obelisk order.
For the sea,
its only the roar that matters.
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Continuities
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So Many Freedoms ! 11
The summa of all my
yester years has bumped
with my eidetic today,
like dark clouds colluding.
To speak the truth,
I was born under the same
roof even as my forebears
and washed up
by the same waters
of rickety river that
meanders my thoughts,
and at whose bend
three generations met.
I became an oddball
by choice and inclination.
My grandson calls me,
a lousy saint from St Louise.
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Dripping Down
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So Many Freedoms ! 13
tinsel soft rain
dripping down
the green of leaves
like myths falling
into virgin soil
& when thunder
strikes the sky
into paroxysm
of symbols
a poem is said to be
on its wings
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Freedom
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So Many Freedoms ! 15
armed with
an impressive array
of honed metaphors
i strutted
the freedom
streets of a poem
if only to know
that the much-
touted
freedom comes
at a high price
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Gandhi & I
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So Many Freedoms ! 17
Were poles apart-
Gandhi & I.
Hes so tall and lofty
with ideals,
and Im so small,
and inconsequential
like a parenthesis in
a sentence.
But what has brought us
closer are our flair
for absolute minimalism,
and our rather long,
walking sticks
that prodded us into
the serendipity of
non -violent action.
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Get Well Message
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So Many Freedoms ! 19
How comforting
would it be
to walk out of
cloistered confinement
of a well-lit hospital
room where wafer-thin
curtains divide life
between unbearable pain
& not an iota of relief.
The smell of tincture
and iodine,
and sounds of rattling
knives and battling
scissors ready to cut
a slender portion of flesh
now easing out,
youre set on the road
to recovery.
You are free
to walk into sprawling
freedom of home
where children await
to receive you with
littlum hugs & iridescent
bouquets of smiles.
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Her Face
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So Many Freedoms ! 21
With a face as luminous
as full moons,
and eyes as lustrous
as the stars,
her unkempt hair
moved playfully
on her tensile face,
like dark clouds hovering.
While her hands
stretched out into the open
as if to nail the thrusts
of a wind
Her face has inhering
power of thunder
to burn a thousands
ships apace.
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Home
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So Many Freedoms ! 23
Now that Ive a home,
though not a big one
with sprawling windows
with Venetian blinds
and serendipitous doors
to allow light to stream in,
but just a small one,
as white in the eye
of a black brunette.
Why should I live in
rented rooms of
my poems,
and hold on to the
crutches of febrile
metaphors?
Now at least I have a place
where I can hide
my bones and breathe
under the shade of
an incandescent truth.
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In Chicago
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So Many Freedoms ! 25
In Chicago,
the suns never
intensely bright.
Its, at best, a pallid
glimmer of languishing
light at horizons edge.
Its as though
the land and the
atmospherics
conspired to morph
the city into white heap
of surrealistic rubble.
The only lovely sight
was the flight of the seagulls
screaming in circles
that can be heard even
in dreams.
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India Against Corruption
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So Many Freedoms ! 27
I never thought that
money was such
an appealing appetiser
for so many.
Even a dead man
seemed to wake up
at the smell of lucre.
Where was that cynically
starving and morally
inebriated old guy
when my fifteen thousand
rupees were fucked up
by our own hells agents
to get my papers
leapfrogged from table
to table?
Can we ever stop
this quid pro quo prop?
Tell me,
could ever a slut
change her colours
& return into chastity net?
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Inwardly
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So Many Freedoms ! 29
Fix and unfix,
an idea with an image,
and a metaphor with an
enveloping silence,
that are now paired and
configured into many
-hued silhouettes.
All that I need to do
is to search for the many
layered meaning thats
already in there-
to find an earth, a sky,
a fistful of moonshine,
a hand that blesseth,
and a smile thats all-
encompassing.
And again, there is the same
sundown that shapes
and re-shapes itself
into tunnelled darkness.
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Meeting a Long Lost Friend
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So Many Freedoms ! 31
I met an old friend
of mine after ages,
as it were.
Its like two continents
merging,
and two climes meeting.
We strayed into memory
lanes and sub-lanes,
and recalled where
we first met,
and became friends,
though we operated from
different stratospheres.
Compared our ideas,
and ideologies,
shared the substance
of our dreams,
and dysfunctional
disillusionments.
We delved into our
silences, too.-
his from the hinterland
of memory, and mine from the
crucifix of experience.
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Memories
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So Many Freedoms ! 33
Memories are never
finished,
like the sea of anecdotes
that link up each to each
with the innards of
moral innuendoes,
& move beyond configured
time and space.
Nor could memories
be erased like hieroglyphics
on sand.
They stick like moles
on the face of my woman
Ive read a million times,
like sacred text,
for remembrances sake.
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Nostalgia
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So Many Freedoms ! 35
Its like rolling back
in time,
into green meadows,
and ashen hills
& deep valleys.
Like cruising on crystalline
waters of the rivers,
and re-entering
the splintered dreams
of lost innocence.
Like gazing at tortuous
& unfixed directions
when memory becomes
a ritual of exorcism,
& nostalgia a gluey
nightmare.
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Poem for my Granddaughter
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So Many Freedoms ! 37
I tell my beautiful,
and yet innocent
granddaughter not to
stand on edgy silence
but break into a riotous
song & float like a leaf,
and fly like a bird
with gay abandon.
I ask her not to look
too deep into water,
for the fear of losing
her out for an image
or a symbol,
And often reassure her
not to be grumpy & lost
but to dart out into the
freedom of the open skies.
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Reassurances
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So Many Freedoms ! 39
I see in your eyes
the glitter of
flaming desires,
legends tattooed on
your lissom body
& I heard all those
hungers un-assuaged
lingering like gentle
breeze of desires.
The beauty of your
face is so tenuously
wired in my memory
that all my reassurances
rather seemed tired
preface to the book
of your love and of
your readiness
to giving in.
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Relationships
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So Many Freedoms ! 41
Relationships are
encrypted promises
of love made in times
extreme excesses,
fair or unfair,
elegant or inelegant.
The gossamer web of
romance gets blown off
if it is not to be reassured
with renewed promise of love
that blends past, present
and future relationships
into an assignation
of permanence,
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Seize the Day
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So Many Freedoms ! 43
Seize the day before
its stale
and unprofitable,
like dysfunctional
metaphors in a poem
Keep off the hovering
clouds of decisions
and indecisions,
and sweep them off
to the edge of
a horizon.
And make a heady brew
of desire and passion,
like Gin and Vodka,
before the days done.
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Semantics
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So Many Freedoms ! 45
When words lose their
sheen and fatidic meaning,
and all the windows are shut,
what remains is insolent
silence that hisses back
at you for the outrage
youve caused them,
and for the needless
posturing of chaos from
where no consonance
emerges and no meaning
gets distilled.
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Sharing Intimacies
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So Many Freedoms ! 47
There must be some
space out there,
beyond those vertical,
skyscrapers,
& needle -straight
Manhattan streets
where women meet
to discuss pregnancy
& contraceptives.
But we would go
beyond those hills
and valleys,
and explore those cool,
proliferating meadows,
and share other intimacies,
to be a part of those
conventions of despair.
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She Walks in Beauty
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So Many Freedoms ! 49
She could be your
doting mother,
a sharing wife,
a loving sister near
Or a caring daughter
a distant relative
or a next-door neighbour,
or a retentive power.
She walks in beauty
like an angel on duty
with the temper
and the thrust of a wind,
and passion of
the sea in command.
Dude! Why dont you
treat her with love
and dignity she deserves
for shes divinity en core.
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Silence
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So Many Freedoms ! 51
I want such silence
that prevailed
before autumnal leaves
dropped on
the moist ground,
like myths falling.
The silence
thats caught betwixt
the sunset and whorls of
darkness thats about
to settle down
on the plains.
The silence thats stuck
in the mid-air before
I mounted upon the steps
of her marbled flesh.
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Sipping Coffee
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So Many Freedoms ! 53
sipping coffee
at the airport longue
of Chicago
is like entering a neatly-
packaged world
of endless freedoms,
with the black coffee
churning out memories
of the nimble-footed
American blondes,
the rustle of
their bare hands,
the glint in their eyes
the giggle in their voices,
and their endless au revoir
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Something
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So Many Freedoms ! 55
Something is to be done
to achieve clandestine
peace within
that just slipped
through my fingers,
like a chance meeting
with my fiance.
Maybe, it isnt
as important as restoring
earths gravity
or synchronising
suns perorations.
But it must be done,
to live down
this shame of living.
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Springtime
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So Many Freedoms ! 57
Springs in the air
as a repossession
of seasons best.
Its perhaps natures way
of expressing savoir faire.
Theres commotion
every where-in the wind,
in the sea and in the sky
when colours pour in,
like torrents,
into burgeoning roses,
& blooming cherries,
and chrysanthemums,
and into ever-present
lilies and enveloping trellis
in the courtyard,
& ready to descend
into the life of
a honed metaphor.
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The Last Page
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So Many Freedoms ! 59
I wonder why I never
looked back
at the creeping shadows,
and delved the mix of mire
and blood that textured.
my body & formed into
my soul stuff.
I knew, I was fated
to carry the burden
of the Alps upon
my crumbling shoulders.
Now that ages telling
upon me,
my feet are cracking from
inside and my eyes are
straining for adjustment.
Ive lost have the sprawling
shade of a tree
thats once my home
where I stacked my memories.
I never knew that old age
was the last page of a tome
until I reached it,
imperceptibly, though...
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The Sense of Life
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So Many Freedoms ! 61
A mere feeling
that youre alive
and breathing,
like winnowing
winds breaking,
is enough to drive off
mortal fear of
the absence of
form and syntax
that makes content
succulent.
Disease may pass
muster &
so is discomfort.
But life must be lived
on its own terms
with no strings of angst
attached to it and no death-
throttle any more.
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Tomorrow
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So Many Freedoms ! 63
Tomorrows still
an uncharted territory
whose frontiers arent
yet defined,
and whose crystalline
pools of light arent explored.
Who knows of vintage
its gonna be?
Or whose sibling it really is?
Will it be another season
of epiphanies lying in wait?
Or a mere repetition of
harrowing nightmares?
I must keep my windows
open to allow hope
to stream in.
Maybe tomorrow
will be another day
of unhurried surmises
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Tribute to a Friendly
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So Many Freedoms ! 65
You taught me how
to be simple in
language & symbol.
How to make friends
& humble & hurl them
into abysms of mortal fear
How to parade lies
as unblemished truths
& truths as paradigms
of forbidden fruits..
But, moron,
you never taught me
how to park
my unaccounted money
in the Swiss banks.
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Walking Down
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So Many Freedoms ! 67
Walking down the shores
of the Atlantic ocean,
when the suns ready
to shut down,
wave after wave
of the dark waters of
the ocean
cleansed all my sins
of concupiscence.
I felt relieved as though
I walked into tufts of
unfolding epiphanies
that restored me
to a fugue of realities..
Back home,
I found the stars emitting
more light than expected
against the dark, entombing sky.
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Waylaid Since
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So Many Freedoms ! 69
I felt as though
I was pushed onto
the edge of a horizon
when all my connexions
sundered with my past
triumphal song.
Where are those days
when I was buoyant
with spirit,
and felt to be young
was to be blessed?
But when my spirits sunk,
I felt, Ive bungled again,
to limn a metaphor
on the surface of a stream
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Words Unspoken
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So Many Freedoms ! 71
Words unspoken
are often benign,
like the gentle touch
of morning breeze.
Buried under civility,
theyre never frozen
into blocks of cynicism.
& formatted with finessed
perfection, theyre never hard-
hitting like wind-thrust.
They are smoother
than the innocent
laughter of a child,
but sharper than
the edge of a sword.