A Solo I am alone on this island called Caesar. The rage of the Sun has sunk in the antirage of the Ocean. You may see a giant white whale, or an angry Cyclops — frightening enlightenments. I don’t keep a torch. You may call these hungry winds, Cassius the unforgiving snow, Brutus and the eternal darkness, Fear. The moonlight seeping through the armoured heart, Cleopatra. I am alone on this island. Dear, I no longer care if the sandcastles I have built on these ascetic shores one day dissolve under the relentless kisses of the elements. The wind hums in my ears saying that without you I am all alone in this deserted island. The memory of your skin crumbles my earth stabs my soul strips time naked. The Bull On the snow mountain midnight; a bull ruminates on the moonlight. A fallen tree, its roots—his rival’s horns. The full moon drips onto his forehead; insanity trickles down his nostrils. His sinews rise and fall. He an ice rock in perfect bloom, a secret whispered among the mountains; his horns like the index finger of death. In his convex eyes the fallen roots reflect another bull; a roar shatters the night. Four hooves in the memory of mighty battles past ram into the maddening roots. His horns break, he writhes on the snow. An avalanche. In the brow of the night far away from time a divine third eye sleeps.
Syam Sudhakar is an Indian poet based in Thrissur, Kerala. He is a winner of the Srinivas Rayaprol Poetry Prize, 2022. His poems have been translated into various languages both in India and abroad. He teaches English literature in St. Thomas College, Thrissur, Kerala.