Posted in English Poetry

The Muse

Painting by Peter Wilhelmllsted

She left the room with a post card
Her blouse had dust and rust
Neck gleaming in sweat and regret
She walked like a silhouette discharged

Earlier she was a muse
To a man in peculiar hues
They drank poetry and blues
And slept in a treacherous bruise

She woke up to hunger
Her eyes saw another four pairs
They were small and their cries scares
She must plunder

She left the room with a postcard
Steps evenly strapped
Her mind still cramped
It looked hard and beyond

She, A muse
Card, Had many dues

Posted in English Poetry, people, places, poetry, romance

Again

There is always a weight

Weight of an old painful smile

Enough to cloud any joyous moment of mine

How frightful it is to sit amidst everything wonderful !

And..

To think of someone thinking of you

To remember the one remembering you endlessly

To leave the moments never leaving you

And then..

To say hello to happiness

To drink and dance

To live and love.

Again.

Posted in Malayalam Poetry, people, poem, poetry

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 .

Posted in English Poetry, people, places, poem, poetry, Scribblings, writer

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

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Brown Tiles / Poem

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

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Walk / Poem

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 ..

Posted in English Poetry, people, poem, poetry, romance, Uncategorized

Muffled / Poem

“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 “