Dushyandhan Mars Yuvarajan

"Overwhelming, the stop-motion of a world; is all the world so quiet to me.She was sleeping. So peaceful when we are still--and they, are still.How I miss the pond that never rippled. Outside home, the white swans, Where did they all go? Travelled to oceans that move so fully, and slowly--a paradise of girth. And we all get older, find others, in shapes ofWhatever, find affections, whatever it is to us--at evening meals, speakingto usIn the not moving creases of rooms, corners of homes, humanness. It isA weeping--a weeping murmur, in a corner sat, in mornings it slipsBack part on part to us, and so we can then weep in the day. The waysunriseLights them--and sets upon bodies and brooks, painted onto the being, Unseeable the arms, and legs, and breasts, until painted awake; I was onceMade of hearts and more revered the heart--longed the dense clinchingFlesh, and then, longed only a time, a still day, without its constrictions."

Regarding the Matter of my Behaviour, the thirteenth volume of poetry from D. Mars Yuvarajan is a philosophical observation of grief and renewal. These poems course the path of untethered philosophy and tangible observation. They are dictated by the behaviour of chaotic relationships that are left to grow in the vacuum of rurality. Tonal shifts, subject randomness, and scything raillery shape these poems--that, like a meandering stroll through an empty paddock at sunrise, allude to beauty and absence in equal measure.

The 11th volume of poetry from D. Mars Yuvarajan. "Wild Prophet" encompasses a collection of poems that serve as imaginings of the connectors between what is perceived and what exists in the surrounding world. Composed of free verse works, "Wild Prophet" is a continuation of an exploration into both abstract and tangible parables of survived moments; a free dive into how they mold and distort the conditioning to which people are subjected. Blending inspiration from his Oceania roots and his life in various areas around the world--"Wild Prophet" is a howl of poetry from a distinct and separate voice.

'I Regret Only Everything' is the tenth volume of poetry from D. Mars Yuvarajan. It is a coalescing of free verse poetry, both short and long form, with the abstractness of reminiscence--weaving both factual and fictional storytelling into a blanket of poems stretched over the bones of 30 years of living.

"I left you, and not just you--left us--when I ran out of love, ran out of gas on the desert road, ran out of my mind south of the great fire-breathing lakes that spat their old-age reminders that we've got an ancient gun to our heads, and we're holding the hammer, and I saw the sun sear the rise of Taranaki, and they said there was a Taniwha there, and I laughed, didn't believe it but then it was there in the road when I spun it out into the bush, steed in the Kauri, and me lying newborn-like in the cold road under the dark sky with the bright stars that've watched me since I was newborn-like, and then it was there, its eyes were some crazy thing, and it carried a stick, its skin like an old tanned flag waving even though there's no wind anymore, the shuffling and coughing and hacking and drunk of bathtub rum demon that lives in all the countryside here. Remember the time I almost drowned, almost, saving that kid that no one loved just off the bow of a man-o-war in the man-o-wars and he pulled me under to keep himself above, and down there I saw the shapes of the sea, these sea things gliding on the bottom just waiting for me to fall to them and I almost did, felt all peaceful-like and I could have just drifted to the sand which doesn't look gold but teal and let their barbs into me, I let everyone else's barbs into me, why not the sea's? We're sea people, on a ship not moving any longer, grounded home ship in the sea surrounded by the crashing ocean that you can look at and see nothing but nothing, and I know the sea is what I loved most and then I didn't even have love for it anymore, no love for the caps and the glass green windows that reflected the sun into me, travelled the long black night into me, into my heart and hands, and lips, and I put it into everyone else, and I slipped it into some chicks, and they knew there was something special in me but then let it go still; no I left when my love ran out, when I was just a rat on a sinking ship, and I jumped ship, and went on the tide and sailed to the bad-lands and loved the good woman and she said "come with me if you want to dream," and I said "yes I'll come," except she didn't know that I was already dead inside--just a corpse holding onto the last hand wanting to touch the rotting flesh of my loved skin. I abandoned you, but you decided to stay, because you've been here the whole time, my woman in the dark, I've seen you standing in the snow outside the evergreens, seen the mist shadows cling to you, around the river behind our home, and felt you trailing the tails of me in the forest, the nasal indulgences you partake of me, you've been here just not known it."

.M. oments (Volume Two) is the second of a planned twenty. The .M. oments series is an appreciation of one thousand memories in life that have espoused the unabridged and unassailable love D. Mars Yuvarajan holds for his muse and the singular font of inspiration in his life as a poet. Tied together by a common theme, the poetic works in volume two spin further into free verse and unconstrained structure of poetic monologue, taking further inspiration from a period of life spent in Africa. The poems are arrested minutes in time; they are an exposition of an inner cognizance: that love is unexplainable and inseparable from the tapestries of our lives.