SIGNATURE

Oh! Hesperides Evince your presence Afore you evade my eyes And in this melody too, I'm in search of you The time is a verse Written in enjambment And I'm running out of it The dusk is darkening In my life's horizon And before I end  My ephemeral composition Bless me with your presence

ഓർമ്മപ്പച്ച ഇലച്ചാർത്തുകളെ ഈറനണിയിച്ച ഇടവപ്പാതിയും  തുലാവര്‍ഷപ്പച്ചയും പിന്നെ ഗൃഹാതുരതയുടെ അനര്‍ഗള വര്‍ഷവും  ഓർമ്മകൾ തന്നെയാണ് നൊമ്പരവും  ഓർമ്മകൾ തന്നെയാണ് ലഹരിയും ഓർമ്മകൾ തന്നെയാണ് ആലംബവും നാം നനഞ്ഞ മഴകൾ ഇനിയീ ഗൃഹാതുരതയുടെ വഴി മുഴുവൻ തിരിച്ചു നടക്കണം… ഒറ്റയ്ക്ക്… മൂകമായി ഓർമ്മകളുടെ തുലാവർഷപ്പച്ച തേടി ഒരുമിച്ചു നനഞ്ഞ മഴകളെല്ലാം ഊഷ്മളമായായിരുന്നു ഒറ്റയ്ക്കു നനഞ്ഞ മഴകൾ തീക്ഷ്ണവും ഓർമ്മകളുടെ കടവിൽ ഇനി ഞാനിവിടെ ഇരിക്കട്ടെ, ഈ നിളാതീരത്ത് ഓർമ്മകളുടെ കടവിൽ ഗൃഹാതുരതയുടെ വള്ളവും കാത്ത് നീയും ഞാനും ഇനി നീ കാറ്റാവുക ഞാനീ മെഴുതിരി നാളവും  എന്നിട്ട് നീ എന്നെപ്പുണരുക അങ്ങനെ നിന്നിലലിയാൻ...

Most complex is that a journey to the interiors Where the heart of darkness lies in the white matter At the outset the path is very clear and comprehensible And things intelligible Shallow is the stream of consciousness here In this state of consciousness, One can feel the presence of mind Journey to the hinterland is easy at first Everything is in order by the supervision of a Super ego The road is straight most often and, Signboards are well maintained And by going further in this route A steady climb could be seen Where the nature is egoistic mainly Exerting a little effort one can ascend the climb Here shortcuts can be recalled immediately Though there are numerous ways The passage is not so difficult yet When we cross the border things get a bit messy It worsens by moving along Paths are zigzag and maze like As we enter this idic forest We may hear the strange sounds Ailing cries and wailing groans among other things All are coming from the hinterland Where the weather and nature ...

Time will usher us to somewhere again Wherever it may be, dissatisfaction can only be derived Dissatisfied with time and space I always quarrel with its algorithm Only a wormhole can upset its equation When the post-pandemic dilemma wreaks havoc On my once perplexed identify by existentialism And now, Time is in a loop Trapped in the darkness of this abyss Groping for a drop of light It moves but darkness is everywhere I can hear the groaning of the dissatisfied souls With unnumbered agonies And in this darkness no one can see others Yet the pain can be felt And in this Wasteland, no one is expecting a Godot

I too had a dream Not of an uncommon kind Like every mother does have Yet I'm hoping against hope Though shattered still I've something to mollycoddle My joy knew no bounds As you walked without my aid I found my heaven in your titters I enjoyed the virtue of being a mother I told you to stick to the values Yet I loved your fibs and figments One askance was enough for you To spill the beans of your trivial lies My frowned face was enough for you To promise me over a thousand times That you would never be mischievous In the nights I bore your kicks and cries Yet I poured lullaby into your ears To make you calm and comfortable In the days I heard your frivolous complaints With patients Unnumbered were my sleepless nights and anxious days Yet I was contented For, you are my heaven Now after all these years I feel lonely Though I'm in the midst of the like-minded people I know you are playing hide and seek with me Just like old days But I would pop up if I saw your glistened ey...

Let me complete this melody Before the dawn blushes with its vermillion tint For I am an ardent admirer Of the Goddess of the dawn And when I impress Aurora with my humble song She will wipe away all the tiredness Of the long sleepless night By the warmth she radiates and The warmth, that she imparts, will ignite my fancy And when we have an ephemeral sojourn in the prime of the day The whole nature will be seen delighted

The clouds are cosmopolitan Which are spread all over the welkin Without even heeding the contentious frontiers They float, fly and flee Appear and disappear in no time When they are benign, they are artists Who draw the perfect ephemeral art in the firmament When they are hostile, they are ferocious And lash out the dance of torrents They are the travellers Who observe every culture and take part in them often They are transient yet sluggish time and again

This pain, my dear,  is perennial  Like waves in the ocean  You can't wait till I'm done  I can't either come to you before I'm done And we are in two alien worlds unconnected  Hence I am incomplete And I can never be myself without you Nor can you be yourself without me And the two incomplete selves in two opposite poles Struggle to put up with all agonies And this life to me, my dear, is a river sans its flow Where I'm on a brittle boat without my oars Here what I have with me is A saturated feel of emptiness Bleak and blurred At last what remains is  A bizarre state of nothingness

Every 'Why' has a 'Because' But most of them are not counted!

I've been imprisoned for being the king  Of the vast stretches of Serengeti A land where my clan reigned for eons Being a king was not at all easy You need to strain every nerve I did kill, I did eat; I didn't kill, I did starve I was an unruly lad With pride in head and pleasure in heart I ruled, I frolicked, I fought Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost Ah! Those were the days And then they came The intruders with greed in the eyes  And guns on the shoulders At first I didn't like them as I was a family man Who respected the privacy I thought they would become my prey And their metal didn't mangle my mettle Sooner I sussed, they were the predators My mettle melted before their metal And every wild beast surrendered to them And here I am Detained on an alien surrounding And sh…! A zoo this is so no grrr It was hard to live here at first Then I adjusted, later I adapted And now I acclimatized Here I have caretakers, doctors and visitors I have a diet plan; nutritious I mus...

Oh! Broken Bansuri, would you play that gentle music once again  To instill in me the serene tranquility  When my mind is afflicted with torrid emptiness And to ease my wound when I lose all my strength  And to endure the time I resort to you, Soothe me with your celestial bliss...

Pin back your ears when the rustic clock Strikes the ides of the night When the Zephyr plays melody on the Grain stalks in the fields A jingle could be heard darkling Accompanied by the indistinct rhymes and faint chimes And step out for a while and behold A glimmering bonfire could be seen from the distance. Troubadours they are!  And I live in their songs I'm a myth...

മൗനി നാം എന്നു മുതലാണ് മൗനികളായി മാറിയതെന്ന് നിനക്കറിയാമോ? ബാല്യത്തിൽ നിന്ന് നാം നടന്നകന്നതുമുതൽ ഋതുക്കൾ വെറും പ്രതിഭാസം മാത്രമാണെന്ന് കേട്ടതു മുതൽ മഴ കാലാവസ്ഥാ മാറ്റമാണെന്ന് പറഞ്ഞു തന്നപ്പേൾ മരങ്ങൾ തടികൾ മാത്രമാണെന്ന് കേട്ടപ്പോൾ മണ്ണിന് ആത്മാവില്ലെന്ന് കേട്ടതു മുതൽ അങ്ങനെ നമ്മൾ മൗനികളായി നോട്ടുപുസ്തകങ്ങൾ പഴയ നോട്ടുപുസ്തകങ്ങൾക്ക് ജീവനുണ്ടത്രേ! ആലസ്യത്തിലണ്ടുപോയ സിദ്ധാന്തങ്ങൾക്കപ്പുറം താളുകൾ മറിക്കുമ്പോൾ കാണം ഏറ്റവും മികച്ച തത്വചിന്തകൾ സൗഹൃദത്തിൻ്റെ കലഹങ്ങൾ രഹസ്യ പ്രണയ കവിതകൾ പിന്നെ... പിന്നെ കണ്ണിരു വീണു മാഞ്ഞു പോയ മൂകമായ അക്ഷരങ്ങൾ ദേശാടനപ്പക്ഷികൾ ഓർമ്മകൾ ദേശാടനപ്പക്ഷികളാണത്രേ! വർത്തമാനകാലത്തെയുപേക്ഷിച്ച്, ഭൂതകാലത്തിൽ നിന്ന് ഭൂതകാലത്തിലേക്ക് പറക്കുന്ന പക്ഷികൾ ഇന്നലെകൾ ആ ചാമ്പയ്ക്കാമരം ഇന്നില്ല ഗൃഹാതുരതയിലേക്ക് നടന്ന്  വഴിയേറെ ചെല്ലുമ്പോൾ കായ്ച്ചു നിൽക്കുന്ന ആ മരം കാണാം ഇലകൾക്കിടയിൽ മറച്ചു വെച്ചിരിക്കുന്ന ചുവപ്പും വെളുപ്പുമായ ബാല്യകാല സന്തോഷങ്ങൾ ആ മരം ഇന്നില്ല സൗഹൃദങ്ങളെ എന്നും വരുതിയിലാക്കി നിർത്തിയിരുന്ന ചെമ്പകവും ഇന്നില്ല അരളിയും, പിച്ചിയും, കനകാമ്പരവും, വെള്ളക്കൊടുവേലിയും  ...

Mind is a crowded railway station Filled with the rumbling racket of the trains of thoughts Some are like express trains That pass by the station briskly With lots of ruckuses Some are like passenger trains That trundle across the station Dragging its heavy bogies Some are like trains halted for a long time Waiting for the signal to proceed Some trains make no appearance Only the sound of the horn can be heard These trains come and go quickly Some are from far far regions Some are from adjacent places And I'm the lone inept station master Who lost his flags And unable to control the trains that speed up and down I remain as a mute spectator

How many more Summers do I have to wait By surviving the sultry days and steamy nights With this monotonous methodical mortal coil Of terribly the same melancholic fool's errand How many more Autumns do I have to wait By shedding all the hopes on tomorrow Groping for nothing in the glimmer And to live bare and barren How many more Winters do I have to wait By enduring the piercing pain of nullness And witnessing the blazing ghastly white everywhere In the state of sleepless hibernation How many more Springs do I have to wait By being indifferent to the vernal freshness And how many more tedious emptiness do I have to pull through Suppressing all the agonies and afflictions

Sour Ganges, run slushy While we are plagued by the worst pandemic, You are festering by the fetid turbidity, Putrefied by carrying the bloated floating bodies Mangled, deteriorated, decomposed mortal remains Bodies that still await their destiny As the members in the food chain stand by impatiently In the form of speeding fishes that are ready to devour The vultures that hover are preparing to swoop down The stray dogs that keep vigil on the banks  To check for the bodies that wash up While the rich smoke from the ghats fogs your air, The stench from the flesh chokes you The dealwoods too are all too extortionate these days And these are the souls,  Too penurious to secure a single twig for a pyre Then they had to resort to you for a repose And to gain the promised salvation While we are immersed in this eerie loop Of horrendous epidemic You are bearing the brunt of it By bearing the blanched bruised bodies And when both we are toiling in our own way A solace is far far away...

Elephant is a domestic animal Meek, polished and with good demeanour Takes baths often Wears ornaments and vibhuthi Eats cooked food sometimes Always accompanied by assistants Caparisoned and adorned for special occasions Enjoys the percussion And who says that Elephant is a wild animal If it is a wild animal, Who will make the heavy ornated caparisons for it? Who will train it to stand up and sit down? Who will deafen it by the loud strains? And who will make it stand for hours under the scorching sun?

നാം, രണ്ടു ധ്രുവങ്ങളിലെ അന്തേവാസികൾ അകലങ്ങളിൽ അകന്ന് എകാന്തതയുടെ മഞ്ഞുമൂടിയ കൊടുമുടിയിലെ വിരസ ജന്മങ്ങൾ ശീതക്കാറ്റിലും അണയാത്ത നെരിപ്പോടുള്ളിൽ സൂക്ഷിക്കുന്നവർ തീരാശൈത്യത്തിലും വസന്തത്തിൻ്റെ ദലമർമ്മരങ്ങൾക്ക് കാതോർക്കുന്നവർ ധ്രുവ ദീപ്തികളിൽ ഇന്നലെകളുടെ  വർണ്ണരാജി കാണുന്നവർ നാം തമ്മിലറിയാതെ ചേർന്നവർ പറയാതെ പിരിഞ്ഞവർ അന്യോന്യം ചിന്തകളിൽ ജീവിക്കുന്നവർ ആ ചിന്തകളെ അറിയുന്നവർ നാം ഗൃഹാതുരതയുടെ സ്മാരകശിലകൾ നാം തമ്മിലകന്നവർ നാം, രണ്ടു ധ്രുവങ്ങളിലെ അന്തേവാസികൾ

I have a meadow in my mind  Where I used to play with my friends I have a stream in my memory From which I could listen to the music of liveliness I have a thicket in my reminiscence Where cuckoos and other birds used to perch I have umpteen number of flowers in my yesterdays Which wore hues unnumbered I have a verdant countryside in my recollection Where unadulterated emotions overlapped I have all these things to contribute to my nostalgia For I have experienced all these firsthand And the posterities may also have these in their minds But it may be far removed from reality

A suicide is lingering inside my brain With vacant eyes and sluggish demeanor Due to the boredom of a long waiting  Impatient yet tolerant He walks, sits and leans against the wall And huddles with the passers-by thoughts And asks where they come from It seems he is inquiring about someone Appalled by the sight of the invoked spirit  The thoughts assembled here and there And everyone wants to know who he is waiting for Some are mute as they know something And the visitor summons some who have  distressed looks And they seem to be confessing something And he nods relaxedly  For, now he knows where to go

Burn bonfire burn Passionately and vigorously Unto the fire abates within you And when the night paints ebony all around  I'm the lone beholder who purveys my defunct hopes  To keep you alive And when you burn my hopes  That once burned in me in a buoyant fashion I see the scintillations fly like fireflies And I will grab all those sparks just to keep as a souvenir For I'm the avid curator of the archive of memory; The keeper of lost causes

Know why I forget things? I know why Coz each time I forget  I'm sure, it is either necessary or optional If it is necessary I forget it all of a sudden And the thought pops up after sometime If it's optional it is not very easy to forget it completely Even if I forget it, It hints every now and then This is how I forget things Know why I remember things? I know why Coz each time I remember  I'm sure, it is either inevitable or unpleasant If it is inevitable, I need not do anything If it is unpleasant, I remember to forget it always This is how I remember things

When Perseverance met Ingenuity World became two; One is the Old and other is the Red And the human pursuit bore fruit on the land where there are no trees And as they say,  That will be a world with new order, new culture, and new politics Without the interference of the chaotic old world And they promise  The supply of air, water, food Electricity, internet, transportation And other services And they say they are committed to  Plant trees, make streams, grow crops, Build roads, erect structures and offer other amenities You only need to purchase your wild card By spending multibillion bucks The Falcon can hear the Falconer Even from light-years away And the Falcon is ready to take its interplanetary flight With Elites seated on its heavy body They are eager to touchdown on the pristine land Sans groaning of the proles Sans pollution Sans war Sans everything that is murky And as they ponder over the prospect of the new world,  The Old World is being burned by the Fa...

Light Emitting Letters And in the apogee of winter Darkling I dusted off my old poems And in the glimmer of the candle light I saw certain glistening words Not because they defined my love once But they clung to my teardrops long ago The Mythical Man And then all of a sudden he broke all communication with everyone And became more reclusive Everyone's memory brimmed with him And slowly the foam became a residue Then he belonged to the past And after a few years the residue too faded.  And then he became the myth Emptiness A bleak emptiness knocks on my heart When abraded emotions are in a soothing sedation And while the heft of desperation thrust me at full throttle Let me heave a sigh of nothingness And when I shamble across the shoreless stream of emptiness,  Offer me anything to succumb At the Gate of Mercy Prithee, I cannot alter my past And I know not how long will this closedness be lasted Perhaps prolonged or perennial Then I'm destined to wait eternally And I will wait...