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THE MORNING FIRE
Whistling its way through the silent morn,
Awaken from sleep, annoyed and harsh,
The wind blew hard, yet to be seen
Only as heard as skeletons frayed.
Stories of time, said and done
Breathed in the air and out to the bloom
Nourishing the song of eternal chime
The red moved on, hungry and proud.
I didn't speak, I was alone,
No one to hear, no words to chant
I stood beside my passionate one
To bid her adieu to another state.
The ashes did rain, the very next day,
It smelt of smoke and my easening dream
Mourning the pain, I kissed her grave
And knelt for the earth and heard her say...
"The rain wasn't mine, nor was the fire,
The river was quiet and so was the vent
Had I seen my tomorrows' part
I would have slept and died in its death."
GOOD MORNING MADAM
I remain in my fifth year, though,
I wish my years ran past to old
My mother, my love, always near
I want to run and free her hold.
Amidst the field, on a narrow lane,
Breeze of paddy flirting the air,
I am led afar, to my 'hate(red)' school,
I want not move on, let me to float.
I slip through the pebbles and peep into the crab holes,
And watch the snail bathe in the marsh
For the ticks and spiders moving around
Tadpoles and fishes join the fray.
Far away on the western side,
A lorry of mud moves for somewhere
Its sound, I hear, disturbed my thoughts
Sprouting a new one to sustain my mind.
Pulling myself to my mother's stride,
As, tail of the caterpillar, following its head,
My heart pounds hard and skin sweat
As I smell the flavour, of 'GOOD MORNING' near.
I reached my school, I talk no more
No friends have I, neither do they,
Quiet and silent, the teacher demands,
Sometimes I hear the lorry again..
The chill of the night fading away
Rays of silver waking up the earth
I stay to cherish, your beauty at its best
So charming, so white, so loving and so pure.
Walking across the morning sunshine,
Moving my shade, small and big,
I think about our heavenly star
Coming to us, lovely and fresh.
You nurture and cherish, every life,
Of plants, of microbes, of cells and of mine
Healing the fears of nightfall and dark
You keep your promise day after day.
Never so perfect, a days' work done,
Everyday, today, yesterday and after
Doesn't it pain to hold so long ?
No worries, no aches, no tickles and frails.
Bidding adieu, every night,
To enlighten the life of another earth,
Moving away, as gold as honey,
No sleep, no rest, no senseless feels.
Until one day, I never so hope,
You go weak and rest in peace,
With wide opened ears, I shall wait,
To hear your story, of birth, of life, of character and of death.
I LISTENED TO THE SILENCE
Renouncing the pain of carrying history for so long "silence" breaks its head to a person who lends her a willing ear.
She speaks out unabashed and fearless and dies off on the way yielding to the same old burden...
I listened to the silence
And heard its song, of sadness,
With a yelling mouth she shouted at me
And asked me Why and Where to be.
She cried with a whisper
And told me her story
I was born, she said, as a virgin
And live as a whore, witches delight!
In its childhood she was cute
No evil hid on the frontier walls
She breezed in with freedom
To regions unknown, unexplored...
Singing the song of sacredness and joy,
Her days were young and fresh, with divine blood
Forgotten those verses, as today she lay,
Lamenting for time dead and away.
Her heart was pounding in an unknown way,
In sync with a rhythm no world hath sung
I listened to her, emotionless and blank
Until she slept, exhausted and tired.
We were walking along the grass,
Holding our hands, gently and soft
Listening to the wind and the little birds
the drizzling rain and breathing sand.
Dancing to the melody as we walked
too old to show the feeling of our hearts
Yet in our looks we shared our lives
In words of mind we talked about us.
I felt safe in my dearest hands,
Holding my fingers with gentle ease
Looking at him in every other stride
He cared for me in every step.
I am thankful, for having him near
To share my life of love and care,
He watches my looks and says to me
That I am the queen of beauty and love.
Talented and charming, he calls me, near
Again to say that I am his dear
Everytime, I see him near
My pride for him keeps me dear.
I have lived so far never to say,
That he was charming and beautiful at heart
Although I know that he was mine
I dare not say, lest, make him proud.
Posessive and hard, I am always his,
For life's eternal quest, for freedom,
Until I lay my head to rest
Please my dear, stay alive for me.
A FLY for FOOD
When darkness spilled onto every space
Lanterns moved out from dusty shelves
The little ones hear not their decisive knell
The fire was lit, for the fear of fear.
Moonlight rained down, fogging the night,
No heat, no brilliance, just the little warmth
The sparrow nest was dead as if - in death -
Farther was the flame and nearer the moon.
Contrasts did live, as is the nature's way,
And life ebbed out of the little fly,
Born and young, minutes before
Ready to start and never to die.
No reason, but less, to behold their dreams,
The old little lantern was happy and done
Time didn't wait, neither did life,
The flame whistled in routine, perhaps a prayer....
THE WEALTH OF MADNESS
I arouse from the darkness of light
humming to the tunes of misery and fate
Asleep I was, till the shadow moved
sighing with pain the death of its mentor.
They called me a hitch
at the hackers nest
rumbling the stones
of havoc and unrest
Pulling me out, of sorrow and fire
Holding my arms of pity and pain
relaxed did I feel, the hauntness again
touching the chores of sensual frail.
They woke me to charm
the damsels and kings
drinking their wine
I danced to entertain
Afraid of you, the staring face,
I ran for shade in the ruins beneath
the shackled stone and the quarry lies
the fort of happiness, the opposite of me.
The WORD of DESTINY
I amn't blind, for I can see
the truth thy spoke in every word,
Be it real or greyly lit
I believe in you for reasons many.
You were strong as diamonds though,
Shining your way to reigns unknown
Living in dreams, you were alive
No shadows, no foot-prints, nor the weary gasp.
You traced all ends, sparing no life
Being born every second in a million ways
Some bow down, for you are harsh
Others keep cool, you make them play.
The enemy of life keeps smiling, away,
To reach there you lend your eventful bridge
Made so strong, less worthy, for life
Defying the laws you plot the kill.
Life's got changed and so has history,
And you for once, patented the time
The blinded corners, the ugly patches
You were the reason and me the witness.
Thinking of you my mind slept,
Dreaming of days dead and gone
I felt the pulse.., fresh and smooth
As if in slumber night after night.
Every day was a linking shade,
Hiding your sunshine away from me,
I cherished your colours in every rainbow
Feeling the warmth of closeness, together.
Remember the day when our eyes met
For both the first and last instance,
I never cared to shake my hand
For I wished you near, long and for ever.
In your thoughts, my mind woke up
To touch and feel your presence near,
Confused and puzzled I bit my tongue
Realising the truth that you are vague...
Again one day you came to my world,
Early in the morn, waking me up
I never did care to hear the call
Forgetting the promises and words for the day.
Pretending sleep, I cheated my self
And stayed on still, amongst the stars
Wading through your heart, happy and safe
I yelled to my senses: It's night! It's night!
WAITING FOR YOU...
At the wayside and near to the road
I was waiting for your steps, soft like a song,
Straining my eyes towards the unending route
I frowned like a clown with eyebrows raised.
As the bus brushes the dust beneath,
Whistling its way towards a time bound place
I wonder about the images you see,
Taking you here, whilst on its way.
I see a house near the wayside tree,
Not far, not near, from the place I wait.
Blowing the air with an echoing sound,
I listened to the maid, wash, the clothes.
It belonged not, to her, nor to her kin,
But she surely had seen, the rug before.
Singing a tune, which I in-between hear,
She was sweet, and beautiful to every ear.
She came to my mind, fair and sweet,
Dressed in a saree, clinging to her waist,
As she bowed and back again,
It swayed on her body, in and out.
Her feet was numb and pale, in white,
Rigged in with fissures, cold and dark.
Her legs, wheatish and breasts, half-full,
She sang for her child, a slow moving song.
Her hair was dark, touching her waists,
A cascade of black,tied up in a tail.
Wet with the water, dripping the rugs,
She went on uncared, with the child in mind.
The breeze blew in, and I hear the pause,
Her saree swayed more, baring her breasts
Quick with reflex she held onto her fall,
Tying it with skill onto her innocuous waist.
Again I hear the same mixing tune,
The music of her, of rugs, and of breeze.
Caught in a spell of her enchanting face,
I closed my eyes and reached for her waist.
I awoke from dreams, as the engine drew near,
With awe and guilt, I glanced at the crowd,
Did someone notice?, and caught me staring ?
No, I am Ok. and was alone till now.
She came to my arms, after the weeks trail,
Relaxed and cheerful, as she fell into me
I held my Maid in trembling arms,
And spoke to her with respect and love.
Where you the one who washed their clothes?
Singing to the tune of an old unknown rhyme.
Where you the one with bosoms full?
Awaiting her child, from his grandmother's lap?
It was early to start my day
Walking across to the nearby crowd
Smelling the air of fresh early morn
I reached the shop of breakfast and tea.
Owned by Bhaskaran, the villagers man,
Fifteen red tooth smiling to the world.
Plaqued with betel, for over fifty years,
He handled the cash and the hot tea kiln.
Stories had he, of every day fame,
Some were old that history forgets.
Those which explained princess Diana's death
Of Darwin and Plato, his old school friends.
As bare was his thoughts, actions and speech
So were his torso, body and chest,
A sun dried dhoti covering his tan
He moved on with rhythm filling every bit.
Watching his hands moving with tea
I ordered a glass of milk 'n water
I sat onto the slim wooddy little bench
Replying the crowd with casual eyes.
The sound of thud as the amber glass did lay
Woke me up from the oily, news-feast
I folded along the relevant page
Feeling the warmth of boiling white.
I enjoyed the sip with oozing sounds
As did many, with newsreels around
Talking about Israel, US and home
They proved their point right to the fore.
Swingers, cobblers, barbers and servants,
Painters, artists, writers and drivers
Fresh and clean with the morning wash
Muddled in lots to Bhaskarans thatch.
His wife was cute, natural and sane
Helping his ways in washing up the mess
Closing her eyes and blowing the ash,
She bends down to pick the firewoods near.
She gives him rest, while he lits up the fire,
Of talks, of stubs and of quarrels light
I sit aside watching the group
United they are to begin their ways.
I pay in coins for the water I had
Coloured in white with a pinch of milk
Sometimes to Ammini, his wife for long
Smiling at me with respect and shine.
Warm and relaxing as I start my day
Leaving Bhaskaran along until for the next,
I wave my heart to the mob I leave
Choking with love and throbbing for more
I remember the day
when you saw me in real
Never did I knew that
you didn't mind, to see my love
bloom, under the setting sun.
I wasn't taught to be normal that way
For we shared the same roots and
ate the same food
Little did I realise
that day of my life
was so much to make me
think and feel your presence near.
Everyday that I remain alone
thinking of the time that we had shared
to be in your hands and in your caress
Feeling my life, overflow with passion.
A sense of longing shadows my soul
and keeps my heart ache for more.
You were gentle, smooth and silky
just as the river wading over the silt
Your touch was light as a soothening dream
and kiss, so sweet as a dampening mist.
My eyes closed, in you, as I dreamt no more
for I never did have a better one.
I remember you say
that you never can be mine
and well do I realise
that you are yours
and never can be mine.
The thoughts we shared and
the games we had played
does remain until we part this world.
Being the one that blossoms in dreams
its virtue measured in truth and love.
One day, someone would knock my door
and me to welcome my life's aboard
I would be taught the lessons again
Never the same and never the old dreams,
I might lie under another life
To make my self towards another being
When I cherish the painful quiver
And find my weakness dragging me to sleep
I would dream an another you
Lifting me up towards the stars
Caressing my soul with your tiny heart
And to say that we were made to know each other.
Little more could I, ever be known
Just as you had, no one would ever
Thats all I need, to be yours
In life, in dreams and in everlasting love.
With the RAIN
I ran towards the kitchen, covered with smoke,
Meddling with spoons and beating the flour
Soon did I drop, a careless one,
Annoying my mother, yelling out at me.
She took me away, my old-faced grandma,
And reminded her daughter, that I am little
Alight and safe at her experienced hips,
She kissed me dear while holding me near.
Onto the verandah, overlooking the plains,
She sat on the floor, leaning on the pillar
Singing to me an old, soothening hymn,
Patting me soft, with love and care.
The day was old and about to end,
Not that late, but the clouds made it so
Dark and heavy as they prepared to fall,
A blanket of shade hiding the sun.
Sitting on her laps, I gazed onto the road,
Watching the crowd, speeding their ways
The drops were light, as it began to fall,
Softening the earth as an icing, on the cake.
The rain grew on, as time went by,
Inventing the stream and the gushing marsh
Washing away the weakly held silt,
Towards the husk, stubborn and deep.
I watched the drops, pounding on the stream,
Spillling the air, with overflowing mist
Plantain leaves waving, as the wind blew hard,
The trees kept swaying, happiness galore.
I watched the tall co-co-nut trees,
Dancing with its neck, roots held firm
Onto its branch, a crow did rest,
Fluffing its feathers, letting off the rain.
I watched the cock, beside the bush,
Wet with rain and dripping through its tail
With drooping head and eyelids closed,
He prayed for the sun to wake up and shine.
I watched the dog, far at the gate,
Safe on the shelter, overlooking the road
Maybe with respect, she held her gaze,
Trembling, silent, breating and still.
I watched the tiles, oozing with wet,
Drops of shine one after the other
Fighting with gravity onto the pool,
Making for more, following the stride.
I watched the lady, treading the road,
Loaded with palm-leaves and unspoiled clothes
Along she sped, to her awaiting home,
Perhaps more wet, oily and sweat.
I watched the flies, flirting the tubelight,
Holding its feathers, for their lifes' too short
Some did fall, the others more strong,
Clinging to life within the lizards reach.
I watched the rain drizzling the earth,
Now relaxed and calm, perhaps more tired
The clouds were pale and sky so grey,
Tired and yawning, I stretched on, in her laps.
A lass next door, walked gentle and soft,
Towards the temple, maybe to the shop
Her hair was wet, with a recent bath,
And feet so fair, as a lotus bloom.
Time grew old, as my eyes go closed,
Her hands of caress, still tireless and strong
Her music didn't stop and took me to sleep,
Cold was the rain and warm - her laps.
We joined together, the day she mate,
Moving along the highway street
Tired and exhausted we held our way,
Preferring to stay and rest for ever.
The food came by, so did the water,
Shelter was free, none to question ??
Swimming abode the refreshing pool
We slept on red, cosy and calm.
At times we heard the sudden thud,
Pulling me away to another side
Cursing the reasons a million times,
I laid my back to another rest.
Landslides and waterfalls around my world,
Distracting my life with dreadful pains
Clinging onto myself on that eventful rope,
I held on still and hoped for peace.
Added on with flesh, bones and torso,
I learned to live in hurricanes and snow
Warm and humid the world shrunk small
While I grew up slow, edible and fresh.
I kicked her once and many times again
To leave me free or perhaps to say,
"Do you with heart keep yening for me,
Awaiting to break this slimy shell".
Thinking of death my mind did quiver,
Kicking again, the trembling shiver
I lived in here and grew so big
Familiar are those, the forgotten days.
One day they hooked a massive fork
Killing me here and into the death
How bad I need the days I lived
So easy and free, the days I lived.
LIFE AFTER DEATH
Bellowing towards the wagon’s wheel
My mind breathed in the momentous air
Following his mane towards the far-away den
I was away onto my safest abode.
He kept me cozy on a bitches trace
Patting with farce and taming fives
She gave me the world of safety and pride
Praising my skin and the beauty beneath.
The matron was sweet, she loved me dear,
Taking my chain and the money I kept
Helping me to sleep, she promised to come,
Tired and weak, I folded onto the bed.
Sunshine drew close and the cocks trumpeted
Night seemed wading towards another shore
He came in and caught my sleepy hair
Waking me to hell the midnights knell.
Boring me deep his manly stump
He tore me apart with devilish lust
Soaked in red, my virgin’s blood
Spitting its white, a venomous snake.
I knew not him, nor the serpents’ charm
Never did I exist, my emotions dead
Was that a dream? I never had lived!!
And I am at home, sleeping through time.
Minutes did pass and another came in
This time I fought with fingers and nails
Biting his arm, I was mashed to bed
Slicking into me an, another sword.
Dead and weak I crippled in bed
Cursing the moments I fell for him
Misery and shame dwindled at me
Crying beside me, perhaps in vain.
They bartered my youth, to many a hands
More of venom got drained into me.
Forty of those nights, I lay in blush,
Awaiting a Samaritan to get me home.
Moving in drains, my pitiful face
Yearns for solace, a simple smile,
Pointing to me a move gone wrong,
They call me a whore in gentlemen’s world.
THE ETERNAL CLIMBERS
My father was strong, dark and tough,
Revered by people, young and old.
We called him "Achan", our memories clear,
Some as "Appu", the villagers Man.
He feared no heights, nor stinging wasps,
The summer was cool, tanning him dark.
His hairy chest and the colour-ridden shorts,
Shown out so bare to one and all.
Carrying along, a razor-sharp wedge,
Coloured in dark, except for the edge
A loop of coir, embraced his head
Sometimes in legs conjoined as one.
A towel in white, unchanged for years,
Coiled in loose, embracing his neck.
A serpents charm, this hanging white,
Ate up his sweat and the occasional dust.
Walking along the narrow lanes, three legged and firm,
Some slender, some rigged, some rugged and some twined,
Pointed towards the blueness above,
They swayed in dance to Appuannan’s moves.
He visits every house, once a month,
Picking up the wood with experienced eyes,
Some did escape his gentle axe,
Only to return, thirty days from now.
Children loved him, his cherubic smile,
Plenty of sweet and quenching thirst.
The elders eyed him with prospects galore,
With markets to tune and gossips to share.
Some days he used his pointed plough,
Dehusking the mane to reveal the shell.
With hundreds gone, and in pouring sweat,
He swivels his white, and around his tan.
Rice soup and salt, his favourite drink,
Buttermilk and ginger, with onions and leaves
They feed him well for money’s worth,
Many years for now and many to go.
Night was the time when villagers met,
Toddy in plenty at Kuttappan’s shop.
With blown-up eyes and see-saw moves,
He comes home tired, arrogant and foul.
He remembers our name, Kittu’s and mine,
And of Gomathy, our mother, his second wife.
Disillusioned as a rat, in a serpents nest,
We wait for the thrashings, for reasons petty.
Trembling in fear, our heartbeats roar,
Perhaps to wake the pigged-out snake.
Wound up in sheets, opposite to his snore,
We stay on till sleep and then to move.
Morning breaks out and we are kissed,
Serene and sublime, to start our day.
Gentle as he treats us, we nimble beings,
How bad we crave to see her smile.
Years moved on and Appuannan takes rest,
Leaving his fete for others to stride
Those symmetric footpaths and clapping leaves
Would remember his ways, in life and in death.