My land Kerala...

I dwell in a blooming land!
Even the doves find a home
In a narrow sparrow's nest
To lay their future to hatch!

Early rains adorn it with pools
Smiling springs display wings
Eastern bird welcomes the sun
For a ride on a countless streams.

God's own country it is
To live
As tsunami and flood too spares to haunt.
We grow like grass and vines
with awakened souls in woods.

The sea took us far and wide
Beyond the delimiting boundaries.
Flavour of our spices beckoned
the West to stimulate
Its taste.

Glorious green rivals all splendours
Creepers tempt souls for a wander.
Golden bells  remind warm thunder
Blessing life for every craving heart.

My land; a glowing feast to eyes
With rich musings  to tune heaven!
Mesmerizing colours of  waking feet
Redefine true blessings of good news.

2018 ..November 1. 

My Canvas

This is the time to believe
from you I am sprouting,
yep, you are the painter 
abide in me, 
splashing colours 
on the resurrected canvas 
of my renewed world.

Stretching hands to open 
one lock after another;
the locks of my heart 
breathing life to breathe again.

How will then I shed tears
in furious weather of time?
Your fruits shall be remaining
on branches of my life 
all through the seasons.

I leap and dive as doves.
Sail cutting through the stormy waves 
for, it is you choose me 
as yours

The way you love
the way you care
Repay?
Yet every bit of my world 
I wish to be with you 
to bring forth fruits to remain 
synchronized 
with chirping of birds 
fragrance of flowers. 

Author notes

"If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you."  (John 15 v.7) 

"Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you."(John 15 v.16)

Fallen Quill

Daring that we are
we do not seek sympathy:
But yes! caged we are
for no rhyme or reason
behind the prison walls!

Words seem unfamiliar
breaths broken
while watching the quill.

Fingers quivering
while painting
the tale of tears
on watery canvas.

Do our dreams bury deep?
Do our hopes
engrave in silkworm
for weaving
shiny silken thread?

Looking at the lyrics
inscribed in the hearts
shared once,
I feel the fallen quill
way up in the sky.

Reality, not far away,
yet beyond reach.....

hues of lantern

Hues of monsoon
comes as the bride of dawn
to relish the syllables of fragrance.

The woven caress 
of rhyme of cherries
breathe you 
as the bloomed petals of Dahlia.

I wish your brush 
embraces the silky canvas 
of the cascades of glory.

HERITAGE OF FARMER

Heritage a mockery?
Heaven has to tremble?
The sun should be darken?
How could the stars shine
while watching the fate of you, 
the bread  giver,
the saviour of human race?

Once your appearance, 
dawn for field!
Your care sprang rains
and watered parched land

Yet robbers waited you on the way
Cut off food from your eyes
joy from home.
Now day of darkness and gloom,
midst of lying tongues
and oppression.

Seed shriveled under clod,
Storehouse desolated,
Granaries ruined.

Now justice is turned back.
Righteousness stands at distance,
Truth stumbles in public places.
You are lost and lost
in exploitation.

Thou sowed  seeds, 
yet fell on playground of malls,
craws ate and flew away.

Planted vineyard
and dressed,
yet neither drank wine
nor gathered fruits!

Grew weary from  wanderings
yet not said, "It is useless"
found desire rekindled.

Saviors hatch adders' eggs
and weave spiders' web
until you are destroyed
by 'aliens' reside among you.

To sweep away by flood
of  venomous promise,
they stood on courtyards
of your tears and hardships.

Yet you received deathblow.
They crowned with power
thrown out thorn, 
a proverb you became

whisper

I felt your absence
dance with my shadow
as a voiceless whisper.

The flames of your softness
weaves warmth in the land 
of my seclusion.

I wander upon the sunless 
smile of fairyland
while you drop petals of clouds

Feet of Messenger

Why do run after
illusions?
Why do burst 
with the beating of heart?
Why do rush 
to chaos of cosmos?
You are alone,
all alone
in oasis 
of your own desert.

Yet, look!
from that desert,
from that ruin
signs of flowing life,
melody of peace.

Watch that 
feet 
of messenger 
who brings good news
For you.

your love!

I seek so many things
But you saves me denying!
Your kindness!
It fills often my eyes.

You shower things 
that I 'v never asked......
full of light
full of flowers
echoing white and green
with chirping of birds.`

The way you lead me
to you.....
Sometimes I weep
This is.....but your kindness
to seek you.....

Blooms in Battle

Cocooned in 
sanctuary of your love, 
I breathe serenity of life

Changed me 
an embedded 
embodiment,
a light lit in you. 

Renewed mind and body 
as pearl in oyster.

Soothing beacon
fortified fortress
tower of my strength.... 

Bestowed fragrance 
of blooming serenade, 
castle in weary battles 
and ferocious tempests.

You are a Vote?

Whispering warmth of love
 for becoming victims 
of spontaneous betrayal!
Rocks get smooth over years 
from waves; but we never!

We, the people
Waiting for baskets of promises,
Seeking solace of soul,
Despite countless tears over wounds.

Light keeps everything
under water for a while
yet, remembers leaving even a trace
So are those mighty promises. 

Sunlit days and moonlit nights 
are mocking us 
amid wild waves of praising 
candidates for polls. 

The more you retreat inside, 
The more you suffer, O citizen!
It is your consciousness
that records every streaks of past.

You, the pillar of democracy
opt for darkness witnessing
emptiness of nothingness. 
 

Wealthy mind where poverty rules!

So many strange shades on human face
Painting pools of cosmic dust
Pile upon pile of milky smile
No traces of rot.
Every shade seems soothing
I marvel, how do we fly
over a land of shadows' rule
with the broken wings?

Baskets fill with fulgent eyes
Housed inside, pans of fuliginous thoughts
Wealthy mind where poverty rules!

Can we sail as Magellan 
for touching corners of the human heart
Or pluck scattered intention 

of darkness

Let's forget those smiles, 
the tears, the butterflies
bustling of the meadows
of those decayed dreams.

Amusement Park

Wandering....
Youth,
The hope of nations
For bread
For life
At closed doors.

AC rooms
Vacant chairs
Orphaned phones
Scene this like in your offices.

"Went to this office and that office"
If ask, "where is officer?"

What a breathless 
Hectic commitments
At corridors,
Shades of coffee shops
With fanning fragrance!

Better you name
'Amusement park'
Instead.......( fill in the blanks with the names of offices where you find lawlessness)

Clouds we are,.....

Clouds we are ...
swaying far and near
when the winds blow.

Look! coast lands 
wait 
for the shower

Whistling 
the beauty of sea
to wrap the shore 
in awakening melody.

Let the splendour of waves                
splash colours
on bank of  our renewed rainbows.

Horizons beckon
to swing in splendour
beyond the sea of deserts
to the resurrected canvas.  

SOLILOQUY OF DESDEMONA

Days pass away like smoke

Bones burn like furnace
Lonely bird on hill top, I lie awake
Mingling tears in drink.

I drag myself to reach you
bringing fresh hope daily.
You are my heart
in human form,
my world,
my rose.
How can I fade from you
when you weave me 

with threads of love

If enemies taunt, can bear
Adversaries' deal, can hide
Yet, it is you! my warrior!
Where, where that abode of love?
Can you fathom my deep pain?

My soul waits for you
In your words I hope
Ears eager to your voice
Heart seeks your face, my Moore.

You know my heartbeats
Then how you?
Can it be you that I hear?
Arrows, you 'v sent, still in me
My spirit drinks that poison full
It pleases to crush me
surrounds me
like all day long flood
from all sides, it is closing.

If have wings, flee far away
yet, forsaken among the dead,
I am shut IN
What is my strength?
For what should I wait?

Author notes

It is just an imagination of the mind of Desdemona as she heard the heart breaking words of Othello who, but under the influence of Iago's wretchedness to kill her.

TORN PAGE

You beat within me 
in solid silence
 
Erased blank pages 
lying beside
as the broken branches
of milky way. 

I crossed 
gullies and seas
yet left you in the fog.

Words were shaking 
while scribbling 
the wounded wishes 
slashed ashore.

Ink of my brain, 
you tuned the unfinished weaving 
of weeping waves.
Would those unspoken words 
flow and flow 
to the concert of Arcadia
where I cocooned once?

Sanctuary

Dawns eager watching me
filling saddest lines,
How can I
when I'm cocooned in you?

I taste sunshine
On my lips
bliss in vein
when you peep 
through my eyes.
Let me beyond the seas,
Vales and mountains.

You, cloud of my faded world, 
epic of musical magic
come to me
as waves to shore.

In this dream
I vowed to walk with you
Hand in hand 
in the ocean of love 
to the golden shore.

Our days of yesterdays,
all flew and faded away
Now, we are  
sanctuary of serenity,
abode of warmth and coolness.

Beneath the Bare Sky

Standing silently beneath the bottomless sky.
To see the darkness, we open our salt washed eye!
The bubbling streams vanish from green visions
Can the screaming voice impact on earless ears?

They wrap our soundless shades of scattered tune
They know pouring showers of laws to send us in ruin
We, ladies, what are we? living cadger of cadavers?
To them, we are marketing ITEMS of advertisements!

In trains, on roads and now in home, you couldn't be safe!
Laws in files.  we, the surrendered civilians, for scrafe!
Blind bodies! Dying for the blinding sight of a waif!



(Rape has now become a fashion to dehumanize ladies and kids. 2018 NOBEL PRIZE reminds us of the pathetic plight of ladies around the world. It is an attempt of rhymed poem)

The Earth Less Seen

You don’t know 
why do I long for my village 
the very day I reach 
this painted town of snow white.

Look!
Love,  a trade here!
Petals of marriage, in easy installments!

Hands there to raise dust!
Mask of sensations leaving streams of miseries.

Yet nightingale’s haunting melody, a dream
Scented flavor of early spring, a mirage.

Void

From silent void 
we build dreams.
Seeking all love
always longing in heart 
we miss yet. 
Move as fast as the world 
with thorny feet.

Like garment, 
we wear beauty of morning.
all bright and glittering,
yet hide petals of tears
in the rainbows of smile.

Where is spring?

Where is spring? 
Fertility of soil?
All stories for reading!
Yeah, for museum purpose! 

Filling hopes 
of selfishness 
of technologies 
in space
in sea 
wherever
the greedy eyes pass.

Travelling hills on lorries
Deserts of barren minds 
seeking sounds of coins
for betraying mother.

Rape of rivers reach zenith. 
Bank shelving in shiver 
Level of bedrock, a dream.

Earth abundant in water 
willing to serve
still in fury, why?

Money can cure the nerves 
of Minamata
or Itai Itai or Bhopal?
List goes on
as desires 
to destroy self  and all.

Greed in form 
 of ozone depletion 
bio magnification
nuclear winter
global warming
as our desert dreams.

Death begins dancing as acid rain  
Environmental laws in files.
Proud to have wild animals' photos 
instead alive. 

Earth or space, 
where eagle eyes of us reach 
soon be hung 
on empty hooks of money.

Hide obituary with bouquets of money
To where this drastic change 
of 'growth and development?'   

My mother.....

A wise child makes glad
yet foolish, a grief,
that you taught me by your ways, Amma.

All those pains, you suffered  
vanished like a shadow
as a ship sailed 
through the billowy water.
When it had passed, 
no trace could be found.
No track of its keel in the  waves.

Your name can't be  forgotten as the eloped time
and I can't  your works.
Our allotted time may be as the passing of a shadow.
Yet, I love you so much
though I couldn't be a daughter in duty.

You granted wide space
for my tender steps, 
trained my hands for life
by bending bows of bronze.


It was you who have  lighted my lamp
first and shifted to waking library
for keeping tongue from evil  
and lips from snobs.


Your presence, dawn for me

care, springs rain.

You are radiant and unfading

You, the breath of God,
a spotless mirror of  divine mercy,
an image of HIS goodness.

Let your soul rejoice before HIM forever
as an inspiring spirit
in heaven  like on earth

I vowed to be in you

O! colours of my heart,
start paint
on tattered canvas
of my dawns
to breathe
multiple rainbows of life.

Let me be
in the pathway of splendor
glowing in flames 
of affection
to find my inner being
with you

I vowed to be in you
to keep me warm
amidst the bitter 
freezing cold currents.

I wish to be the ocean
of cloud
walled by your love
to hold fire
as sunrise 
to heal every hurt and burn
of tide of time.

Kiss me
deeply in this world,
in this world of us
when we, 
the bottled wine 
of words 
and me alone 
where, the sun never set

Resurrected Canvas

I won't be a blank paper
Fragments of the past
An ocean of nothingness 
A weeping nightingale 
Under the gloomy shades.

O, world! 
Do you wish watching me broken?
Bowed head
And at the feet of you?
Never, I won't.

Shoot me with your words
Cut me with your vengeance
I won't beg you.

Yes, I 'm single in field
But I plant 
Sunshine in veins.
And like the clouds 
I float on high 
Over the vales and mounts.