Figures of Speech in Keki N. Daruwalla's Poetry

Figures of Speech in Keki N. Daruwalla's Poetry




Daruwalla ably uses various figures of speech, especially simile and metaphor to communicate his feelings and view point. In The Epileptic, the two children flew from the side of the woman falling in an epileptic fit "like severed wings". It is a befitting simile describing the flight of the two children. When she regains conscious the froth by "simmered round her lifes like foan-dregs left by a receding wave, "Bleached by the sun of her agony" is a fine example of metaphor. Some fine examples of simile and metaphor are found in Ruminations: Violence hovers "brooding, poised like a cobra" and her eyes "squirt a reptile hate". In Death of a Bird the monal wakes in the killer's hands "like embers in a shadow not." The violent wind "moaned aloud like a witch in the flue". The Hawk is described as "a speck of barbed passion" and "a rapist in the harem of the sky." Other birds flying high in the sky are "black drugs in the cup of his hate."

Daruwalla's similes and metaphors are original, and the unexpectedness of these similes and metaphors is admirable. 

Irony and Satire : Daruwalla deserves praise for "his bitter, satiric tone, which is rather exceptional in Indian verse in English." How ironical it is that man consciously tramples his conscience and goes on without any feeling of remorse:

“My conscience is a road— 
a childhood has been trampled here 
concretized and stamped over 
with the feet of passing years. 
We crode each other, the road and I 
neither giving way, 
I scrape the road's back as I walk 
my heel is horned 
Calloused and worn away."           [Dialogues with a Third Voice] 

Graft is a fine poem in which irony and satire have been used in an artistic manner. Graft has become so common in India that nobody feels any prick in conscience while accepting bribe—"And hands don't flame when they accept the bribe," and bribe takers life is not shortened by accepting bribe: "Palm lines are impervious to change" and "the life line extends to the elbow almost." Finally comes the ironical stroke: "nine notches denote nine children."

The servers falling into the Ganga in Varanasi arouse the poet's anger when he sarcastically comments: 

“the sawer mouth trained like a cannon 
on the river's flank. It is as I feared; 
hygiene is a part of my conscience and I curse it 
and curse my upbringing which makes me 
queazy here.”

The Ganga has become the living embodiment of countless miseries of the people of India. Mark the ironical twist in the following lines: 

“Ganga flows through the land 
not to lighten the misery 
but to show it.”                    [Vignette-1] 

and again in 

“What plane of destiny have I arrived at 
Where corpse-fires and cooking-fires               
burn side by side.”                           [Boat Ride Along the Ganga]  

Littleness is the final destiny of human life. It cannot be averted. Satire and irony are effectively commingled to describe human destiny in the Tragedy Talk

“Littleness is all: 
the fault, dear Brutus 
lies in the passage of the mother uterus 
that we are so small.” 

As a poetic craftsman Daruwalla occupies a very high place in modern Indian English poetry. He has expressed himself through his works using new idioms, new phrases and realistic images. Commenting on Daruwalla's contribution to Indian English poetry Nissim Ezekiel writes: By putting Daruwalla among his contemporaries one sees how he scores heavily over them. By depth of feeling, economy of language and originality of insight, Daruwalla commands respect.”