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Kalpna Singh-Chitnis April 2015



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    Kalpna Singh-Chitnis is an Indo American poet, writer and filmmaker based in California, USA. Author of the Bare Soul (a poetry collection in English), and three poetry collections in Hindi, she won the prestigious "Bihar Rajbhasha Award" (1986-87) given by the government of Bihar, India, for her first poetry collection Chand Ka Paivand (Patch of Moon) before age 21, and the title of Bihar Shri (Jewel of Bihar) in 1988. She also received "Rajiv Gandhi Global Excellence Award" in 2014 in New Delhi, for her contributions to literature and film at national and international levels.
    Kalpna's literary works have been widely published in India, Europe, and North America. She is the creator and editor of Life and Legends, a multilingual literary magazine and contributing editor of Levure litteraire in Paris, France. More about Kalpna Singh-Chitnis at -

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Ancient Remorse (I)

Rooted in defilement,
my heart like a pond of
fresh lilies...!

In my silences,
I hear the serpents whisper,
in my pure intoxication,
I let the scorpions crawl, right into my heart...!

In my fearlessness,
I do not refuse anything,
that you have to offer me
in the name of love and trust,
assurance and appreciation,

neither do I resist my tears,
as you unveil...

you have given me the glory of tasting
the sweetest venom of life,
that I accept...

challenging my every impending death,
promising a new life every-time,
with my last breath.

copyright 2015 Kalpna Singh-Chitnis



Ancient Remorse (II)

Invaders descend from heavens like angels
and I give all,
but they don't stop coming,
I often have restless nights...

Looking at the stars behind the tall trees,
I sleep in the wreck of the day,
and something falls from my eyes,
shattering on the floor, like marbles...

I get up, and feel tempted to walk
on the broken pieces...
I want to dance, in solemn darkness,
on the tune of an unbearable pain...

My heart beats, and my feet bleed
as I begin...

Weighing the sky all night
with my arms up,
who do I summon?
What do I desire?

I don't know...
I don't want to know!

copyright 2015 Kalpna Singh-Chitnis



Ancient Remorse (III)

Feeling like a brick-wall,
you can hit your head on it,
not advised though!

Break me down,
bring me earthquakes,
reduce me to dust,
I shall recreate myself.

This time,
I shall sprout from the womb of a seed
hidden in me,
that you can't see...

This time,
I would survive,
without any rain, wind or sunshine...

This time,
I would exist beyond all,
as I have existed before...

before the birth of sun, moon and the stars,
before the formation of rain, winds and storms!

This time,
I would exist in a timeless tranquility,
far, very far away from you...!

copyright 2015 Kalpna Singh-Chitnis