Canvasser of Dreamscapes: Three poems by Jyotish Chalil Gopinathan

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Poetry by Jyotish Chalil Gopinathan: ‘Pressing my ear to the ground / straining to hear / the universe speak. / The faintest tremor / of the butterfly wing’

- Jyotish Chalil Gopinathan

The Maestro’s Street

For K Satchidanandan

  

It hides in the very essence

of what you are – chronicler,

canvasser of dreamscapes

erected, imagined –

what makes me want

to tiptoe beside your shadow.

 

To wrap my clammy palm

around your little finger.

 

I would trot along

trying to keep pace

with your long strides.

And pretend

not to pay attention 

to you,

 

commanding 

sullen clouds into silly submission.

 

I would watch,

with unbridled glee,

out of the corner of my eye,

the sun breaking through,

twinkling, fading.

 

While I make do with playing 

peekaboo with the fleeing dark.

 

All this,

in your city street.

Caught swirling

in the milling crowd, 

On the pavement 

outside your studio door,

 

The day

that I turned fifty-four. 

 

*

 

Butterfly Effect 

 

Pressing my ear to the ground

straining to hear

the universe speak.

The faintest tremor

of the butterfly wing—

the tempests that will be launched,

the tsunami unleashed.

 

I heard nothing. 

Except

 

my heart rush rumbling

inside my head

on the steel rails,

like the freight train arriving

 

around the tunnel bend.

 

*

 

Evaporation

 

Vacuumed in.

We are coursing

the frenzied bowels

of the sinkhole.

 

A purging tornado

heaves around.

 

Sucked out of us,

in an irresistible

centrifugal pull,

 

in pieces,

are memories,

flayed fragments

of lives lived.

 

Till all are wrung out.

Till the core shrivels,

flakes begin

to crust.

 

We would yet, as spindly

threads, evaporate

through the exhaling veils

of earth’s stones.

 

Through the surface

of the caving cavern.

 

To a stark sky

that will always

scrape itself

clean.

***

Jyotish Chalil Gopinathan is a nephrologist, postgraduate teacher, and researcher residing in Kozhikode, Kerala, India. His 2024 poetry collection The Coppiced House was published by Writers Workshop Kolkata. His poems have appeared in journals including Muse India, Madras Courier, Poems India, The Punch Magazine, Annals of Internal Medicine, Ethos Literary Journal and Borderless Journal. You can find him on Instagram: @jyotchalgop.

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