UMAR NIZARUDEEN // Two Poems
The day the editor
Rejected my poem,
He won this big, international prize
His greatest triumph, a lottery and I
Write novels as poetry
With self-subjectivized Is, and
Ditties. as plays in verse
With corny sootradhars.
Rational epics as romantic tirades
Self-pity as cunning now
And cunning as self-pity then
(is this already complicated enough,
the authorial voice?)
The devil, or
Both, in conjunction
Bellowing from the intestines
To rise above myself.
Rasa should fill the poet
Like wine does a pot
Unless pot with wine isn’t brimming
The poet is but wasting ink.
Is a broken pitcher, watering
Till it leaks from the cracks
Taking a break, once in a while
Passing piss, and something else.
Umar Nizarudeen is a poet whose works have been published by Muse India, the culture café journal of the British Library and also broadcast by the All India Radio. He has worked as a journalist with the New Indian Express and as proofreader with McKinsey and is a research scholar at JNU. He lives in Delhi.