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.

Cold Pebble

Cold pebble on my palm

From the river shore I slept in calm

It brings me a smile back

It also takes an aisle back

I saw many pebbles on the shore

Only took the one in my hand

It is mossy and slippery

It also shines tricky

Reminds me of an old heart,

I found on that page set us apart

It read lies not poem

It had only me in mayhem

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

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.

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.

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 .

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

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

Letters / Poem

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

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 ..