വൃത്തം (THE FULL CIRCLE)

മരണമാം സുന്ദര സ്വപ്നത്തിൻ വാതിലിൽവെറുതേ തിക്കിത്തിരക്കുന്നു നാം

കടലിൽ പതിക്കുവാൻ പായുന്ന പുഴകളിൽ തടയണ തേടുന്ന ജലകണങ്ങൾ

ദിശാസൂചി നിൽക്കും പവനൻ നിലയ്ക്കും അരുണചന്ദ്രൻമാരുമസ്തമിക്കും

സങ്കീർത്തനവ്രതവേദങ്ങളിൽ  കാല ഗഗനധ്വജത്തിൻ നിഴൽ പതിക്കും

പക്ഷേ പ്രളയനൃത്തത്തിൻ്റെയവസാനയക്ഷണേ ഒരു കുഞ്ഞു പൂമ്പൊടി ബാക്കിനിൽക്കും

മന്വന്തരേ മന്മഥമധ്വജങ്ങൾ  വീണ്ടുമാ മഹാവൃക്ഷനിര്യാസം വരയ്ക്കും!

Rain Drop

Raindrop! The Great mother's free flowing heir
She's one gentle chum that holds onto veneer
Your Coffee book's next door neighbor
This dark night's gruesome partner

With might she chisels the grandeur mountains
In ease she carves out the deeper valleys
Unravels to the vastness of seas
Yet sketches those silvery streams

Petrichor with the first dance
Euphony in the wood lands
Embrace on your both palms
Often, dew on our loving hearts❤

രഹസ്യം

ഞാൻ നിന്നോട് പറഞ്ഞ എത്രയെത്ര
രഹസ്യങ്ങളാണ് നീ കരയിലെഴുതിവച്ചിട്ട്
ആരും കാണാതെ മായ്ച്ച് കളഞ്ഞത്!!!

കാത്തിരിപ്പിന്റെ വഴി

നിന്നെ തൊടാൻ

അന്നാ വരാന്തയിൽ ഓടിക്കിതച്ചതും
മൈതാനമണ്ണ് ചവുട്ടിക്കുഴച്ചതും
കടലാസുവഞ്ചികൾ മുക്കിക്കളഞ്ഞതും
നോവിന്റെ ചൂരൽക്കഷായം കുടിച്ചതും

ഇടിമുഴക്കങ്ങങ്ങൾക്ക് കാതോർത്തിരുന്നതും
കുടയൊന്ന് പോലും ഓർത്തെടുക്കാഞ്ഞതും
ഒരു പുതപ്പിൽ പനി ചൂടിക്കിടന്നതും
രാത്രി ജനാലയ്ക്കൽ പുകയൂതിയിരുന്നതും

എന്തിനായിരുന്നെന്ന ചോദ്യമെറിഞ്ഞോ നീ?


നിന്നെ തൊടാൻ!!!!!!!

റെഡ്പെൻ

കുട!!

പകൽ

ഇൗ പകൽ വറ്റി കടന്നങ്ങ് പോയതും 

മിഴിപ്പൂ നിറഞ്ഞന്ന് പേമാരി പെയ്തതും

മഴനൂലിൽ പിച്ചകമാലകൾ കോർത്തത്തും

ഇളംകാറ്റ്  കൊണ്ടിന്ന് പൂക്കൾ വിടർന്നതും 

പകലുകൾ പിന്നെയും നോക്കി ചിരിച്ചതും

A domestic twilight!!

The original concept of a satiating evening happens only beside the unpaved roads back in our natives. Every new versions of the same are just tolerable impostors!! When the mighty Helios ends his daily proceedings in the far west-end, nothing could beat the out and out ambiance of distinctive, yet deep fried choices you can make in company of a pony glass of tea & a lighted gold flake - yes the underivative key to a lazy close of the day.

Its warmth, bliss & tastefulness sets up a sundown party for laziness to get through the people as well. A day having many irons in the fire comes to a silent close at its premises. If you stack it up against the big picture, the emotions of a successful man at his fag end of life can be easily reciprocated - Satisfied & Settled -back!

While those lovely evenings inspired a less industrious scheme of things into our life, such places were not siloed vaults,  rather they were engaging parks. People interacted, publicized & had a social circle around. I can't remember any self-indulgent faces in that neck of the woods. All were in the moment. Apathy? Umm...out of syllabus.

Being the late march Piscean big fish, I'm always appreciative of leisure:). But it is of towering significance that apathy should be kept at bay. The modern art of laziness should never creep in. Are they different? Yes they are!

The old kind of lazy avoids hard physical work. Too tired to move his ass around, to dig a ditch, to organize a warehouse or clean the garage. Modern lazy avoids emotional labor. This is the laziness of not raising your hand to ask the key question, not caring about those in need or not digging in to ship something that might not work. It is having an argument instead of a thoughtful conversation. It is waiting until the last minute. And it is avoiding what we fear. Lazy feels okay in the short run, but slaughterous for the herd of mankind. We can be at leisure, but never insensitive.

 Let our life be a long satiated evening, still with all the worth of a "CHAAYAKKADA".

Rain in a coffee mug

It is pouring outside. And the Piscean mystique within my late March Arien soul is delighted. While the two-tonned clouds of the southwest monsoon is firing grape shots, every Indian is bound to fall in love!

It's the time of the year when Nargises and Raj Kapoors fanned out their umbrella in the silver screen and looked into each other's eyes with platonic intent! Their eye contact - but many souls caught fire!

Meanwhile, this liquid sunshine means a lot more things. It rabble-rouse zillion more memories, from paper boats to cutting chais & chotta gold flakes; the luscious childhoods to the lonely dissolutions in the end. 

While many more deep/dark emotions & a lot folds more celebrating exuberance of joyfulness can take their cut too, what is it actually meant to be? Well the acumen replies its central matter of fact. As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower, bread for the eater & the contributes to the imperative flow of life.

But each of them, takes many more different roles. Writers get inspired & killers are set with a better stage. These cloud bursts play stoic backdrop script for movies, novels & cardinally, OUR LIVES. Don't you remember the last time when you tried sleeping on your tear sodden pillows with the window washing showers all around you?

Again the next monsoon rain will still bring joy and hopes around, it excites us to stay lazy :). It draws the cozy blankets back on us & lure us to draft sick leave emails in the morning :) It suggests to get back to the window side with your best books & a cup of coffee. A rain, a good book and a coffee cup - what else you need for eternal happiness :)