String
Leaves,
moving in the rain.
Music,
plucked string of time.
Pebbles
Lovers walking together,
their hands
not burdening the other
with a touch.
Their walk
can never be measured
as fast or slow,
as their eyes
are never seeing
or unseeing.
They are waiting
for words to realize
that they are like pebbles
thrown in the sea
to raise it.
Laughter
Love laughs,
as my words
enter its palace
and
are shown out
immediately.
Eyes
Thoughts,
that will soon be free,
of me.
Come,
Let’s sit together till then,
and look into each other’s eyes.
Each Time
My every sense told me
that you would kill me,
a thousand times.
Who knew
that it would be so beautiful,
each time.
ABOUT THE POEMS The persistent theme of these poems by Hutashan Vajpeyi is the inability of language to access or describe many areas and resonances of human feeling. It is a striking theme—especially since it requires language itself to articulate it, and the poet has to lead language out to the place where it becomes aware of its own inadequacy, as it were. Words, in Vajpeyi’s world (“Pebbles”), are not waves of cascading feeling, but rather pebbles felt underfoot in the sea of human experience, or pretenders who “are shown out/immediately”. Fittingly, Vajpeyi’s lines are very short and his verse is very spare: it proceeds very cautiously, as if thinking or feeling its way from point to point. This restraint allows it to create a powerful groundswell of suggestion around the simplest phrases, which is one of the ways in which poetry is called upon to continually renew the human contract with language.