LOVE anthology
Farewell
Return to my shade
Oh my dear!
Quiet lies beneath it
Move away not!
Spend some more time
with me
This afternoon it is sweltering hot.
Road ahead is rough
Path you traversed was tough
Wait under my canopy green
A flowing river away can be seen
A swing on the branch
for the boy will be great!
He can have fun
and get home before it is late
I will not for long
stand here
As the mall comes
in the square near
Freedom
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Probably the sky will be of
a different colour,
the air lighter, not smelling corpses
the water clear, not tasting blood
the grass green still, not burnt brown.
Food served after prayers
If those not silenced by explosions.
Cold nights under dark clouds
hiding stars
splashing waves clearing the boats
salty water showing the way to freedom.
Freedom in a world free of fear.
No one loses her dreams to someone’s choice
life would have a reason to live.
Heart never would beat faster than you run –
away from the sharp axes that follow
to chop tender wings and get away with
the grains collected when the sun was shining bright.
Life cycle of pebbles
Heights beckon the pebbles small, glossy
Can they roll back all the way up? ever?
They had left everything behind.
Once a big rock mighty, massive
View from the mountain
Was always unclear, hazy.
Usual, the desire to see the unseen
Taste the waters of rivers flowing fast
Soon, new ceases to exist; mummified, motionless
Like an old tree, flowers sparingly bloom
Nothing excites, only memories to long for.
Mere desperation does not move mountains
Not even pebbles; small, glossy
Good earth will hide them in her bosom
As heavy feet trod down upon them, hard
Dust covers them slowly
Slowly, slowly completely.
Dark Fantasy
It means much to me to be like you, with your appetite
The way you have gravies, spicy roasts in delight
When I am upset you rush for a song, your gene I’ve inherited
My excuses you never mind, you see that I am not defeated.
Each time; on my arm the nurse pokes a needle through
I see my pain on your face, in my relief, my trust is you
No one as kind as you to all, but these behind me in priority
Meetings, targets you are busy, your time for me you give majority
I know you are always there for me when I cry like crazy
In the cupboard you have kept my share of ’Dark Fantasy’.
Randomly you visit the ‘Best Bakery’s in town
Otherwise, you have bought a big watermelon
Sometimes the pouch is only medicines for me
Everything you give me is the best and a ‘Dark Fantasy’
*Dark Fantasy -a chocolate filled biscuit
** Best bakery – a popular bakery chain in Kerala
With no Purpose
The world sleeps, restless
Windows in the sky open
Snow over divided lands
Frost covers man made borders.
Rudolph sniffs the air,cold; chuckles
Pulls his sleigh, bells tinkle.
Silent is the night only there
where flags have no colors
crowds have no slogan.
No breaking news reported
Much ado was not there about nothing.
Lightness wells up in those hearts
where no questions mounted for no need.
Much time ran off as people realized
that they were moving as the strings.
moved them.
Thay could not change anything.
Not even themselves.
They kept playing without any purpose,
just a toy story.
Then they sat in their toy box
till the next play began.
Story of land and sea
published in an anthology of poems about sea by Soul Scribers Society and Rhyvers Press
Breathing becomes hard, water murky
Gills choked by masked impurity
Water was not so salty
Life not so difficult
Breeding was safe among the mangrove roots.
Golden shore, sea pristine, silent
Cyclones sleeping, not swirled.
People come, watch the Sun set in waters west
Mornings hazy, hyacinths bloom gloomy.
Cranes hesitate to unfold their long legs
On the floating islands of plastic bottles and bags.
Canoes lurk hungry along thin waters
Near multi-storeyed invasions.
Chinese nets and cormorants rise empty bellied
The laws of the sea creeps and then climbs
On to the guilt covered shore.
There many homes thrive with
the abundance of lives in shells and scales,
some wriggly claws and tentacles.
Risking their selves atop the wavy moods
Of the mother of all lives.
Ships pursued luck as the waves took them afar
Ghosts of shipwrecks, albatross tales, blood thirsty sharks
Stories travelled from sea to land.
But the land rested its, in secret pages.
Wind carried some news unpleasant
Waves roared, tides rose more and more
Angry, the sea stepped on, sinking the shore
Came inside man’s door after door.
The story of land made the sea rush to crush
Turbulent tides threw the moaning lives around, helpless
The land and the sea no longer trusted each other, hopeless.
Talking Fingers
Audio provided using a text to speech app
SOMETIMES IT MAY..
Spiny veins of discord
finds a wet wall
clings and climbs.
nerves sense each other, meet
along cracks and crevices
openings that would never joint
wide for the roots to delve in deep
spreading tight grip
winding left and right
claiming the bricks
to resonate with them.
Weather that nurtures them
in the way they should grow
wind caresses the thorny leaves
that spill blood on the buds
they turn red.
The Sun wanted to throw some light
on the shadows dark, scary
of sharp teeth, claws, pointed nails,
poisonous fangs all of untruth;
from behind thick clouds.
Time is for unseen scenes on the wall
playing the scripts of fear and mistrust.
May be sometime can let in
the rays of hope, expectations
from the tiny glittering stars
peeping out while the clouds move
to subdue the agitated minds.
Sometimes may leave the blossoms open.
Pangs of hunger and pain
By
Like pigeons flying together
Taking off with a loud flutter of wings
Screams rise uninterrupted
Echo in high decibels
Nothing to cheer on the daily race
No one to smile at the door just knocked
Waiting to open soon
Hunger drives all thoughts crazy
Rushing to hit the lamp post hard
Expressionless they blink day and night.
Every minute with a bone crushing pain
A frozen mind and a decayed soul cry
Dreams cease to exist in these forlorn.
spaces
Leaving it empty, devoid of hope and happiness.