Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Keep Looking

Keep Looking
©Tuesday, August 2nd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Every strand of my DNA
Takes me further back
And farther
And is woven through
All life around me.

Every strand of my DNA
Shivers when people suffer
And when they kill,
I feel killed, cell by cell.
And every nucleotide in me
Hears every nucleotide in you.

I hear you, and I see you.
What you feel is pain and rage,
And it hurts.
And when you hurt someone,
It hurts.
And when you hurt yourself,
It hurts.

There is a suppurating sore
In the body politic
Logic and empathy die by degrees.
Flawed reasoning struts about.

How shall we heal this?

Look deep within my eyes
I’ll look deep within yours.
Let’s look closely, and see
Who sits inside, crouching
Or strutting, who laughs,
Who cries, who rages.

What do you see?
What do I see?

Let it all seep out, all the
Hatred, rejection, anger, spite
Rage, hurt, sorrow, indifference,
All that rushing, tumbling loneliness,
And, hiding deep in there, a lost
Child, hurting, always hurting, alone,
Deaf and blind in a dark cellar,
Where love comes not,
And fear resides, and grief
Twisted into rage.

Keep looking.
Do not look away.
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Profound

Air and You, and I

 

Air and You, and I

©January 16th, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

A bird flies

An arrow in the air

Shot from a twanging earth

Into an indifferent sky,

Exulting in flight.

 

Slicing the air,

Smiting the blue,

It flies, heedless of

Its effect on me, the Watcher,

 

Its wings flap, unsteady,

And then even out

Steady as sails in the wind

On an ocean that calls me,

But still terrifies.

 

And the air which turns to wind

Descends and snakes around my skin.

The same air the bird sliced in two

Touches me,

And then, you.

 

So, we stand, in different lands,

Our skin tingling with mystery,

Linked by a bird which

Slices the air,

Displaces it,

Spills it, and moves on.

 

Will we, if we meet,

Know each other?

 

Will we, when we meet,

Say, It was you to each other?

 

Will we shake hands

Or fight?

Will we hug each other,

Or smite first?

 

All this air, going round and round

And round and round,

And round and round,

An endlessly rotating earth

Has touched you, and you

And you, and you.

 

We breathe in each other’s air,

Our ancestors’ air.

We sigh out air and cry out air.

We sing air, and bring air,

We plummet in air,

Climb summits in air.

We eat bursts of air

In water, when we drown,

And heat air when

Our planes rise up.

 

You are my brother, my sister,

My father, my mother,

My friend, my lover,

My self, my other.

 

Why such strife,

Then?

Come, let us share

This lovely air.

 

And this bird, winging back down,

Come, bird, alight on my arm,

Thank you for spilling

All this beautiful, sunlit

Song-lit, space-lit

Air!

 

Thank you for letting me dream

Thank you for that song that streams

Down, and down, around us.

Thank you for rising up

And winging

And singing

And wheeling

And reeling in

All this air!

  

For today, I was sad.

And I didn’t see you,

Not exactly.

 

I just made you appear

In my head, and there you were,

Real, solidly soaring

Slicing into the air.

 

And you brought me relief

And you brought me peace

And you made me cut the knot

That held me down.

 

I know there are more knots.

But right now, breathing

In and out, quietly,

Surrounded by voices

Ephemeral as you,

I imagine you, O Bird,

And you, O Person,

On the shores of

A faraway land,

Smiling at the sun,

Breathing our air.

 

And around me,

On me, from feet

To head,

The air tingles

On the skin

I’m in, floating

In a bubble of air

In the emptiness

Of space.

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