Men continue to write
in a bed
That she never slept in
She stopped searching
for a dream as she read
the clouds writing helplessly
in the sky that refused to
let them weep rain
And saw the raped wife
using a measuring tape
to design a new cot sitting
outside the room
body less


Nothing moves in this hour.Except crimes to be reported next day.Your memories like a crisis unfold.I did not ask for them to visit.Un-happened events ,incomplete poems….Words on empty pages, become actions in imagination ,scented breath on the nape of my neck ,AC is lower than 23degrees ,I sneeze waking up to a rude bed.

Why am I not getting used to an absence …..? When presence was always an imagination?


More interested to know who I am writing for than why I am writing….. This guess work and a match factory that burnt down and now hosts a herbal garden should show you that some thing green grows back on burnt earth. Not for anyone in particular … just that life is stubborn. More stubborn than death , holding out for decades….That flower in the crack of the wall is stubborn. Like that kiss on your sleeping cheeks…. like that hug in rough winds when all else was uprooted….Like the eyes that refused to confront your treachery…….sometimes I think I should not write one more word….. The color peels off from my refrigerator…. as it growls…..I am dying life or living death….. songs do exist in this deaf world…..


Give me the phone at the traffic signal

Why don’t you skip the signals ?

I am not driving the ambulance , I am merely giving him the directions to reach the house. If I get stopped by traffic police I will be delayed further.

Oh… Mam , are you sure it is a heart attack ?

Yes. She said he was drenched in sweat and said it was an attack. I had explained her the symptoms , no crying wolf I had told her. He will be accurate.

Here , take the phone.

Yes, go to that medical shop and ask for Mr. S , he knows the house , he will take you.

Listen , if there is no ambulance when we reach the hospital , we have to drive to the house. So I will park here.

They are here , emergency ECG shows anterior wall infarct, total blockade. Mother’s hands shaking , I can not sign … I will sign… angioplasty .

30 minutes later  ….. he wants to see her.

Mom , your husband wants to see you …. Mom cries….

Mam , you never cried…

Why ? I was not going to let him go…. not now …. never ….First hour after attack is the golden hour….

Mom smiled. You would crawl as a baby holding his leg when he left for work . He had to avoid you… there was no other way of going…….

No way ….. I whispered…..

I can leave …. He can not.



Whatever I mastered with great effort

I threw away without a second thought

How ever much they praised me

I continued to ask ,

is this really what I want ?

Now I no longer ask this ,

I merely justify  why I do what I do ….

Is this monotony a crisis ?

A deep fear of the unknown…

Familiar with the comfort of solitude.





“Poetry Has Helped Me Reinvent Myself”: An Interview with Dr Vyjayanthi S

The Opener

March 1, 2017

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Dr Vyjayanthi Srinivasa Subramaniyan is a practicing psychiatrist. A post graduate from National Institute of Mental Health And Neurological Sciences (NIMHANS), she is a former lead actress in a Kannada film Huvu Hannu that won the national award. She was also an actor in the theater group Spandana, headed by B. Jayashree, a recipient of Padmashree award. Dr. Vyjayanthi works with adult and child survivors of abuse in the private sector, she is also an associate professor of Psychiatry at MS Ramaiha Medical College Bengaluru and consultant psychiatrist at Indian Institute of Science. Her poetry is published in Peacock’s cry (2006) I, me and my self (2009) anthologies by Unisun Publishers and Silent Flute (2013) by Navodaya Publications of Kendra Sahitya Akademi to promote Young Indian English writing and recently by Wagon magazine in 2016.

This interview was conducted by email.

The Team Opener: What prompted you towards poetry? Was it an incident or something you think you were destined to do?

Dr Vjayyanthi S: Poetry was an inherited talent, since both my parents are poets and have published poetry collections in Kannada. Poetry was spontaneous for me in English. It was a basic need and an irresistible urge that kept me writing.

My first poem was named “Tears” written when I was 13 years old and it won in an interschool competition, and suddenly I felt ashamed of sharing my vulnerability with public, as my poem was displayed on a notice board, but admiration by my teachers and friends, made me accept my talent to showcase vulnerability as poetry.

The Team Opener: Who are your favorite Indian and international poets? List two each and why you like their work.

Dr Vyjayanthi S: I have loved Yeshwanth Chital and Gopal Krishna Adiga as Indian poets. I have liked the lyricism and melancholy of Mr. Chithal. He suffered from Parkinsonism and his writing tackles biological depression in a very innovative psychological method. I perhaps shared my father’s fascination and admiration of Gopal Krishna Adiga’s poetry, as it is a delight in several meters of poetry, alliteration, assonance and rhyming, at the same time is full of logical riddles, making a reader think and feel simultaneously, a feat most admirable in a poet.

I have loved Margaret Atwood‘s poetry deeply, as she propounds feminism in poetry and she prescribes to a narrative style in many poems that makes it intimately endearing. She takes to a reverse-confession stand in her poetry for example “Poet has returned after being virtuous for years instead. Can’t you be both? No. Not in public” She is rationally passionate! A rare combination that is explicitly declared in her poems.

I am an admirer of Wislawa Szymborska a poet from Poland, because of the profound blending of pragmatism with romanticism in her poetry, and portrayal of the Vietnam War in which refugee camps are vivid and evocative. “Children of our age are born to political age. Whether you like it or not, your genes have a political past”  “4am poem “… are etched in memory. In fact, every poem of hers is a masterpiece that is rich in imagery and philosophy.

The Team Opener: Poetry and healing, what are your thoughts about it. Is poetry a personal diary or a community-based mirror that records and lists feelings of many people.

Dr Vyjayanthi S: Poetry therapy is a journal published in American Press, I think poetry is therapeutic. Because an image speaks a language in poetry, it voices the traumatic memories stored in the non-dominant hemisphere or the right brain. Hence by making painful silent memories accessible to language and narration, it has an intrinsic power as a genre to facilitate healing. I think poetry like any other art makes a personal experience universal. It acts as a mirror to reflect the predicament that every person experiences but does not express or is unable to express.

The Team Opener: How much had your profession influenced your writing?

Dr Vyjayanthi S: My profession as a psychiatrist often evokes a vicarious trauma in me, and I heal by writing poetry. When some of my patients who are victims of trauma have been defensive about their experiences, I have encouraged them to write poetry to resolve their conflicts and achieve a deeper level of understanding of their problems.

Example: – Poem called “Recovery” in my book “Silent Flute”

Some healing is incomplete, Scars stare like tattoos, but a wound is healed, we can remove the bandage, Scar is just a reminder, once upon a time there was a wound here. We cover that scar with a veil. Who likes such reminders? They are not stars or medals. Then it is recovery.

The Team Opener: Any other thoughts you wish to share with our readers.

Dr Vyjayanthi S: I think I survived some difficult transitions in my life because I was able to beautify ugly experiences by finding a meaning in pain through poetry. Poetry helped me to re-invent myself. I am grateful for your readership and humbled to be interviewed in this magazine of literary value.