Tiger

Silence! silence! silence! silence!
Like a place awaiting violence!


Nothing moved or nothing mewed,
Like they were all doomed...


'Grrrr!' the violence that killed the silence
Over and over the silence...


More movements and more sounds
and they were out in the open Ground.


The bodies burned with fire.
The eyes focused far, reflected the fury.


Nothing moved or nothing mewed,

Like they were all doomed...

Oh you, people! Look upon their beauty

The beauty of the death deep in their vanity.

But stop! stop and look closer.

Is that hazel depth a reflection of terror!

But what could they fear?, 

The powerful brat of soldier!

Oh then the disaster came the way

'Blaa!' the shot flew along the way..

The breath went up! the breath went down!

The breath went up! the breath went down!

Silence! silence! silence! silence!

Like a place after the violence!

Night!

Sitting on the armchair,
On the swings with the-
melancholy of the silence.
I opened my eyes to the
darkness piercing through the air.
Nothing moved or nothing mewed!
cheeraping  of the nightingale near or
did the wind bought the voice?
I know not, for darkness is all!
Upon the swing, the stars
poured the light with
picturesque stillness of the picasso's.
Dripping down the sky,
drops of dew,
washed the depraved face.


Untouched! untouchable forever
the night goes on and on....  

Memories Of A Dream

Last night I was disturbed... It took me long to fall into the obligation of sleep. I knew this for sure because I was staring at the bright clock in the dark room. It was well before 1 AM. I knew something was bothering me but i couldn't see what it was. I concentrated on my inner voice, but i dint hear anything... I turned around the bed wishing for the peace of sleep to find me... And finally I took my mobile, plugged the ear phone and set to hear some melodies....


The next thing I knew was the sound of my mom calling me, 'Wake up. wake up'. the fear in her voice or the coldness of her awoke the usually lazy me in an instant. I looked into her face. In the bright light of the florescent lamp, I saw the tears flowing down her eyes. I felt an odd kind of pain seizing my soul... After a moment I found my voice and asked her, 'Mama what happened?'  Her answer was more tears that squeezed my heart more. 'Mama, tell me what happened?' I shook  her. And in her tears all she managed was a single word, 'DAD......'.For a moment I was stuck in place. I felt the blood leaving my face and the coldness wrapping around me....


I ran to my dad's room.... Did I hit the sofa? I don't remember....All i  remember is the cold, pale, lifeless body of my dad lying on the bed.... I heard someone howling, and realized it was my own voice... Suddenly the force to balance gravity was no more in me..... I dint feel myself slipping down... I didn't feel the tears falling down.... I dint feel the coldness of the floor below me....I dint hear the sounds escaping me. I don't know how much time I sat like that... I wasn't aware of anything other than the fact that my dad is no more. The foundation on which I build my world is no more there... I felt like being crushed... I felt like being teared apart... The person I loved and respected more in the world is no more there.... I couldn't imagine my world anymore.... It doesn't exist....I don't exist... I felt my vision getting blurred...


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I woke up with a rush.. For a minute, I dint know what was happening. I shook my head thrice before I cleared my vision. my eyes were staring at my book self. I turned around but found nothing unusual. I checked the time and it was 7 in the morning.


I realized I was just dreaming... I couldn't stop the sigh that left me. I got out of bed and ran to the living area where my dad sat reading the morning news paper. For a minute I couldn't stop the single drop of tear that slipped from my eyes.... I don't remember how long I  stood there looking at him before he saw me and asked me ' Oh, what happened? You woke up early today'. 


I just smiled at him and went to sit with him........    

  

എന്ടെ യാത്ര

മഴവില്ലിന്ടെ വര്‍ണ്ണങ്ങള്‍ ചാല്ലിച്ച അക്ഷരക്കൂട്ടുകളുടെ ആടയനിയിച്ച     അതി സുന്ദരിയാണ് കവിതകള്‍ . മുള്‍മുനകള്‍ കൊണ്ട് മുറിവേറ്റ മനസ്സിന്ടെ മനോഹരമായ മണ്ടഹാസമാണ് കവിത എന്ന് പറയുന്നതിലും തെറ്റില്ല. 

മനസ്സിന്ടെ അഗാതങ്ങളെ ആഴത്തില്‍ തൊടുന്ന മഹാന്മാരുടെ പേനകള്‍ വിഹരിച്ച വഴികളിലൂടെ ഇഴയുവാന്‍ ഞാന്‍ ശ്രമിക്കുന്നു . വഴിയില്ലെ  മുള്ളുകളും പുഷ്പ സ്പര്‍ശങ്ങളും ഏറ്റു ഞാന്‍ എന്ടെ യാത്ര തുടങ്ങുനതെ ഉള്ളു !!

Where are my thoughts?

Where are my thought?
I wounder how they slipped!
was it on the person
whom I loved the most?
was it on the person
Whom expired last night?
Was it on the person
who was my best friend?
or was it on the person
who had wounded me the most?
I wounder, lying on the bed of grasses.
Where are my thought?


Maybe it is on the sun,
That shines so bright.
Maybe it is on the moon,
That lightened my nights
Maybe they are on the, 
raindrops dropping down the mat.
Or maybe on the wind,
that is caressing my chest.
I wounder lying on the bed of grass
Where are my thoughts?