Painting the Cold

She is lying there
On a soft silver silk, slightly wrinkled
Eyes opened to the sky
Lips colder than yesterday’s rain

I can picture her getting up and walking towards me
Unhurried and delicate
She looks exquisite as always
I continued to stand in bewilderment

I want to ask her about yesterday
About the meal she cooked,
The basil tea she made,
The painting she completed
I have hundred other things to know about yesterday

She came a lot closer or I went to her ?!
I could now see her eyelashes glued in hurt
Still smiling ?

I left her on the same silver silk robe
Eyes still opened to the sky
Still..? Yes!
Yesterday she had painted this very moment,
Me walking away with the canvas

The coldest I have ever been.

Yesterday

I was tempted yesterday

To read again

To kiss and smell that skin

Skin so cold and tired

I waited until it was raining

To bathe in your shallow gazes

To sing and to be taken away

Away into that wretched land of ours

I read you my favourite lines

To plead in vain

To bring you back from the picture

Picture I had from the Beginning of Everything.

പതുക്കെയാണ് / കവിത

പതുക്കെയാണ് മരണം ,

ദിവസങ്ങൾക്കൊടുവിൽ ,

പരക്കെയുള്ള നീളൻ പിടച്ചിടലുകൾക്കൊടുവിൽ

പതുക്കെയാണ് മരണം ,

കാത്തിരിപ്പിനൊടുവിൽ

കലർപ്പുള്ള വേനൽ

കാറ്റിനും മഴയ്ക്കുമൊടുവിൽ

പതുക്കെയാണ് മരണം ,

പലർക്കും നിനക്കുമെനിക്കും

നേരറിയാത്ത, നിഴൽ

പറഞ്ഞ കഥയ്ക്കൊടുവിൽ

കഥയ്ക്കുള്ളിൽ കാറ്റും മഴയും കുറച്ചു പിടച്ചിലുകളും മാത്രം

പതുക്കെയല്ലത്..

പ്രാണനറിഞ്ഞത് .

Last Visitor / Poem

She left a note , a brief one,

Few words hidden in dust and dirt

It must have been in her handbag for years now

Like a souvenir

He knew the lines, once.

He had scribbled them on a birthday

The only day she visits him..

Like an awful ritual

Today she looked different

Her hair unkempt, skin more wrinkled

But, those eyes were not meeting his,

Exactly like a decade ago

“Mother, Forgive me if possible,

Not for the crime I committed

But for the days you visit me”

She walked away slower than ever

And he, now, locked in a piece of paper

Drugged / Poem

Lights, lot of them.. in all colours

I see them getting bigger and brighter

I might be losing my mind

Or is it happening again

I should not write this down , not today

All I need to do is wait

And he will be home anytime soon

Eyes are stuck at the main door

I had asked him to paint it green

With antique carvings all over

Now the door is dusty and less green

Now it’s like me, hazy and more unseen

Door opened, I was half asleep

I saw his tired face and bulky bag

Between murmuring, my lips became wet,

Throat numb,

Body calm..

I slept again .

Them Together / Poem

There is no apology whatsoever

No grief No guilt

No more merrymaking either

They are finally reaching nowhere

They have bodies of assorted memories

And minds dwell right beneath them

They have no mornings to claim

Only themselves to defame

Here I see them looking at the sky

Bereaved, lonely and cold

Here I see them holding hands

Redeemed, wholly and untold

Caved / Poem

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

കരിമഷി പറഞ്ഞത് .. / കവിത

പതിയെപ്പാടിയ പാട്ടിൽ നിന്നൊരീണം

പറന്നുവന്നു ചാരെയിരുന്നുവോയിന്നും

പാതിയടഞ്ഞ വാതിലിനപ്പുറം

കനലും കണ്ണുനീരും പടർന്ന വിരലൊന്നു കണ്ടുവോ നീയും

ആർക്കുമറിയാത്ത പേരിലൊന്നിൽ ഞാനൊളിച്ചുകഴിയവേ

കാറ്റും പേമാരിയും പിന്നെ കാലവും താണ്ടി

ഈ തകർന്നഭൂവിൽ,

എത്രദൂരം .. എത്രയാണ്ടുകൾ

നിഴലും നീറ്റലുമായി നമ്മളിനിയീ പിണക്കം പറഞ്ഞുതീർക്കും

പുതിയവൃണങ്ങൾ ചോദിക്കും നീയാരെന്ന് ..

കരിമഷിയപ്പൊഴും തിടുക്കത്തിൽ കഥമെനയും

കറുത്ത പുടവയും

കാതിലോലയും

പിന്നെയീ കാത്തിരിപ്പും ..

ഒക്കെയുമീഞാൻ

ബാക്കി സർവ്വവും നീ .

Scars / Poem

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

Sunset / Poem

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.