She felt like an old cave
Existed from the beginning
But never seen or visited
Flooded drained and bloodstained
Clothed in a heap of seaweed
Crowned with an insane amount of greed
She looks forward for tired footsteps
And wait for cuckoo’s lamenting anthems
Clouds are turning silent
Just like her crumbled mind
Here comes the refugee
Here she enters the same elegy
പതിയെപ്പാടിയ പാട്ടിൽ നിന്നൊരീണം
കനലും കണ്ണുനീരും പടർന്ന വിരലൊന്നു കണ്ടുവോ നീയും
ആർക്കുമറിയാത്ത പേരിലൊന്നിൽ ഞാനൊളിച്ചുകഴിയവേ
കാറ്റും പേമാരിയും പിന്നെ കാലവും താണ്ടി
എത്രദൂരം .. എത്രയാണ്ടുകൾ
നിഴലും നീറ്റലുമായി നമ്മളിനിയീ പിണക്കം പറഞ്ഞുതീർക്കും
പുതിയവൃണങ്ങൾ ചോദിക്കും നീയാരെന്ന് ..
കരിമഷിയപ്പൊഴും തിടുക്കത്തിൽ കഥമെനയും
പിന്നെയീ കാത്തിരിപ്പും ..
ബാക്കി സർവ്വവും നീ .
Tiny scars on body started to fade away
Soon enough to walk through the chilly air
Covered in her father’s old tweed,
She stepped out early in the morning
She could hear trees banter behind
She could see a hundred eyes unkind
Her petite body started shivering
Skin shrieked in pain
But she is no more in tears
Looking away, she waved at fears
When a swollen belly whispered old rhymes,
They diffused melodies like wind chimes
Faded scars were covertly ingrained
She stopped and only listened
I would settle for a sunset
But years from now,
In our favourite colour..
On a less windy day.
You may choose the place
Air and earth should be cold
Just like the way we first met,
Under the moody starless night.
I would settle for a sunset
On the very first day of winter
When our skins turn blue,
And our pale lips tightly glued.
Dark ancient brown tiles
They did great as first few pages
I wrote broken letters, they let me
I screamed in ambiguity, they let me
Here I am, looking for a new page
I see polished walls and glossy floors
They lack grains and greys
They never bleed, they never plead
Brown tiles were you,I suppose
Soaked into mere greasy mud
Blood is again mixing with ink
However this time, wild berries stayed away
Is it a letter everyday?
Or a letter for each heartache?
Sad ! I have not tried both
I would have had boxes and boxes of letters ..
Enough to bury a monstrous war,
Enough to sink all the the beauty and pride !
Enough to burn us into scattered berry blue showers
I want to take a walk with you
On a deserted beach
In blue and golden hours
When those waves are in anger
And the shore is delightfully colder
A gentle wind would pass through
Making my ear hoops wiggle
You would not notice
If you do,
Let your anger drench my cold body
Let those waves infuse into me
And! Let’s have a talk
Let’s walk ..
“Talk in silence”
“I did that a lot”
She waited between the stars..
Then befriended frivolous poetry
Distance clouding her words,
Dreams poisoning her thoughts
“Tonight you failed “
“You no longer belong to the stars”
She looked at silence and words
One cut her throat before other choke her to death
“She could have stayed in Waiting “
“Oh I think Waiting was more beautiful than Her “
“Love, how many squabbles
How many fluttering pages
And how many mountains of grey
We still need to cross ..? “
He stands unarmed
Stays in the maze
This sight every time..
It burns my soul every time
He stares at nothingness
Like there is a trade happening
Pain and pity heart full
Dreams and daisies handful
There has to be a tunnel, longest one
Where we have taken our walks together
The light, forbidden-
Seasons,Time – all hidden
Whenever I want to step outside
Cold stirring silence draws me back
Blindfolded in a brooding melody
My lonely spirit swirl in secrecy
I started with questions –
“I recite poems .. what’s your way ? Where is that slate ?
Is it paper, female or seashore?
Or living in a tunnel forever ?”