Poem: I Don’t Know English

I don’t know English.

I don’t know the English

that the English  call it as English.

 

I know only my English.

The English I speak is my English.

I am Sujmaki, so I speak Sujmaki English.

Americans call their English American English,

Britishers call their English British English,

Indians call their English Indian English.

Why not I call my English Sujmaki English?

 

I love you.

Let me give you a cup of coffee.

Because I love you.

Taste the coffee,

Don’t look at the cup,

Don’t talk about the cup,

Don’t find fault with the cup,

Don’t be lost in talking about the cup.

Taste the coffee that has my soul,

that has my love,

that has my feelings,

that has my experience of life,

that has my character, etc.

English is the cup.

The coffee is me.

Do you love cup?

Not the coffee?

Not ready to accept my love?

Don’t ask me to pronounce correctly.

I will kill you.

Sorry for killing you whom I love.

I am Sujmaki.

What I speak is Sujmaki English.

What I pronounce is Sujmaki pronunciation.

What I follow is Sujmaki grammar.

What I use is Sujmaki vocabulary.

The English I speak is mine.

That expresses only my soul.

Why should my soul wear your dress?

 

I am not a blunderer but a victim.

My parents were poor

financially, more importantly linguistically.

I picked up my English from my parents,

my brother, sister, relatives, neighbours and govt. school teachers

who didn’t know the English that the English spoke.

Sorry for repeating,

I am not a blunderer, but a victim.

I am not the mistaker, but the mistaken.

I am the accused to be excused.

 

The English I speak is the dress of my thought.

Why do you try to discipline me with dress code?

The English I speak is the vehicle of my feelings.

Why do you ask for license and R.C book?

The English I speak is the mirror of my soul.

Why do you try to see your image in my mirror?

My heart wants to speak to your heart.

I will kill your brain if it trespasses our private chamber.

 

There are millions of people, millions of feelings,

millions of experience, millions of characters,

So, let there be millions of English.

Let everybody have their own English.

Let everybody travel in their own vehicle.

Let everybody serve themselves in their own cups.

 

You know, English is Carbon dioxide.

That you don’t know that you know.

My science teacher told,

I breathe out carbon dioxide.

My English teacher told,

I  breathe out sounds to speak my  language.

They speak truth. I too.

English is Carbon dioxide.

And Carbon dioxide is English.

I wonder, why thousands of books

of grammar, phonetics and dictionaries

to regulate the release of Carbon di oxide properly?

You are a plant to me and vice versa.

The English I speak,

The feelings I share,

The love I serve,

is my carbon dioxide

but oxygen to you and vice versa.

 

We are Indians.

We like to dress our feelings with English

but never stress any words,

Not intentionally but innocently.

Don’t stress us to observe stress.

Kindly Observe, it adds stress to our soul.

Sujmaki is an Indian

who cannot speak like American

or a Britisher.

Sujmaki will speak like Sujmaki.

I don’t know the English

that the English know.

Sujmaki knows only Sujmaki English,

just as you know your English.

The Language That Nobody Speaks

 fools and folowers

folow the folowing:

lisening to a woldly language,

speeking, reeding and ryting it.

i’m a fool

sins i taak to u now.

u r a fool

sins u lisen to me now.

perhaps, u the hed of aal fools,

if keipabl of fynding erors in my language.

 

I have to be a fool

to share you my wisdom now

to enlighten you.

 

i learnt an unworldly language.

stunned:

no dictionary to lecture,

no doctors in language to strive in the labour ward,

no grammar to repair,

no sound to suck your energy out,

 

no books to make you dirty bookworms,

no alphabets to bet 30 days cash back,

no words, for God’s sake, to produce

imaginary poets, talkative essayists,

life-sentenced novelists, acting dramatists,

idle philosophers, hybrid scientists.

 

i learnt this mysterious noble language.

It really IS.

the most beautiful,

the most powerful,

the only immortal,

the only divine,

the only Provident,

 

the first and last wonder of the world.

the origin of all origins,

the end of all ends,

perhaps, in your meaning less language,

GOD.

 

 

nobody can speak it.

hence the first and last wonder

 

no words in it,

hence the most beautiful.

 

no grammar to purify it

hence the only divine.

 

all languages and all originate from it

hence the origin of all.

 

its birth is in the death of all,

hence the end of all ends.

 

empowers to communicate with Nature

hence the most powerful

 

unlike other L’s, provides you energy

hence the only provident.

 

let me tell you that damn open secret –

how to learn it?

speaking, reading and writing, impossible.

the only way, listening.

i learnt it being awake in sleep.

by drowning alone into the deep dark noiseless bottomless ocean.

 

Unlearn yourself to learn it.

keep quiet to speak it.

die within to make it born.

be lost to find it.

be calm to become it.

go nowhere, then now here.

George Herbert, the First Fool

i, the Second.