Meat Pleasure - A poem in Soillwords Magazine

MEAT PLEASURE

written by: Jegadeesh Kumar

 

Venison is delectable
Deerskin is precious
Charming is her frightened look
Even at moments of grazing
Hungry Tiger is her only fear
The hunter’s arrow tears into the flesh,
Making her scalp horripilate
She falls in the hands of the guard,

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Being - A poem in Indian Periodical

Sun’s slithering on the sea

Sand-colored crabs peep from their burrows

Fingers aimlessly 

Tear away the sandy surface 

Softened by waves

Grey herons flying downhill, 

Hunting little flounders

Ripples flinch at the tremor

Caused by fishing dhonis, 

Taking refuge in the shore

In the presence of 

The limitless expanse I sit

Dissolving 

Like a tiny drop.

Read it in the Indian Periodical.

Mountain's Dialogue - Translation - A short story by writer Jeyamohan

 Mountains' Dialogue

written by B. Jeyamohan

translated by Jegdeesh Kumar

            Peon Shanmugam passed by me when I stood waiting in front of the DGM’s office. “Another one again, sir? Why don’t you hit someone on the head instead of indulging in these petty things?” he said. He stopped to look around and continued, “Just hit the DGM on his head...There’s a paperweight on his table. Hit him with it.”

            “Go away!”

            “What’s the problem?”

            “None of your business.”

            “I knew you’d create some problems when you left last week. But you’re an intelligent guy, sir. Look at me! I’m given a memo just for drinking a quarter of liquor. You wander like a witless fellow, but your wife’s very particular about getting your salary.”

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Bubbles - Translation - A Short story by writer Jeyamohan

Lily spoke about it while changing into her light blue silk nightgown. He had not paid attention to what she said initially. He was looking through the last of the day’s emails on his laptop.

“I’ve decided to have the surgery in Singapore. That would be convenient for all,” she said.

The word surgery hit him only after a moment. “Surgery! What surgery?”

“Did you not hear what I said? You never pay attention! Just paying lip service. Sick”

Sick was a word she used often. Sam closed the laptop. “Tell me. Who’s having surgery?”

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I've been translating a few of writer Jeyamohn's Tamil short stories into English of late. One of them got published in Indian Periodical. I hope to get a few more published soon.