Saturday, February 26, 2011

Letters from my soul.

There was a time when I would burn with retribution in my soul for every evil done by selfish men.Nights when I couldn't sleep and wrote on endlessly.Days spend submerged in music,when I tried to heal my aching soul.Too difficult for any normal human being to understand.Neither did I want someone to ask questions.I was best left alone.Immersed in my own thoughts,following their meandering courses and then writing it all down or painting them.But there came a time when he came into my life.And on one such night,patting on my head,he said;
"Why burn when you know what to do.."
"What...? "
I was exasperated.
"Just try to give so
me light"....
That was when I noticed the light in his eyes.That was the moment when I realized I was right.And blessed.I had found my soul mate.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Free Sex

Rain made love
to the waiting trees
And all the world watched
in blessed glee.
Such was its mind then.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Snake song

Life is a narrow road
When it's the skin
of a female snake
you wear.

No matter how venomous,there is
always that skilled Snake catcher
with his angry makud ,full of bewitching
music you never hear,
his turban,with that wild scent
that makes you want to weave
in and out of his every hair..

He makes gestures,you dance
and you finally fall
into the deep darkness
of that perpetual jute sack
Life's over.

So shed the skin,just Be,
let nature do the sorting.
but wear the clinking bangles
swap the colourful clothes,
hiss your songs,wade in the waters
be naked in the light of the moon
and dance the love dance
to your own tune.

But never ever shed the skin ,
where someone can see.
Or else they tag you
and send you in exile.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

അവളെക്കുറിച്ച് എഴുതെണ്ടാതെന്തെന്നാല്‍..

ഒന്നാം വയസ്സില്‍
നീലമുടിച്ചുരുളുകള്‍ പൊടിക്കാന്‍
പെന്കുട്ടി ..

ചുവരില്‍ വരഞ്ഞ

പെന്‍സില്‍ മുറിവുകളില്‍
ചായം തേച്ചു ചിരിച്ച കുട്ടി

ചുവരിന്റെ വേദനയറിയാന്‍
ചുവപ്പില്‍ പിന്നെയുമൊന്നു കൂടി
വരഞ്ഞു നോക്കി ,പതിമൂന്നില്‍ ,കയ്യില്‍
മധുരമുള്ള മണവും,

പൂര്‍ണ്ണ വളര്‍ച്ചയെത്തിയ ഒരൊന്നാന്തരം
സാഡോ മാസോക്കിസ്റ്റു!

പിന്നെ ,
കവിതയുടെ ഭ്രാന്ത്,
മുറ്റത്തെ പാലയില്‍
ഇല്ലാത്ത യക്ഷിക്ക്
കളക്കൂട്ടും കളഭവും

ആദ്യത്തെ ആര്‍ത്തവം,


കനമുള്ളൊരു കടല്‍ഭിത്തി

പതിനാറില്‍ ,
പേര് കേള്‍പ്പിച്ചു
പ്രണയത്തിന്റെ ആദ്യത്തെ
ആഗോള താപനം!

ഒരു വേരില്‍ നിന്ന്
കാടായി തഴച്ചു

വര നിന്നു.
നിറം കൊണ്ടും
തലയിലെ വര കൊണ്ടും

പണ്ടെപ്പോഴോ തല്ലിക്കൊന്നൊരു
തീവണ്ടിപ്പുകയില്‍ അവളെ
മുക്കിക്കൊന്നു .

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Manic TV

I believed the songs they played
I thought it was for me,and it was
So personal,straight in the eye
Can't help being mesmerized,
dissolved by the
glittering ads,
their wanton call
oh it is no box filled with idiocy
it is the dream catcher,
the magic mirror
the box can do no wrong.
it brings me the world,in daily doses
takes me to the center of
what i wanted to see
told me the stories
I wanted to hear
What care is it if life changes outside my walls
When this kaleidoscope beckons,
decked out in
a wild allure?
But it all ended one day,
when my little kid
Asked for a story and
I had none of my own.
I didn't even know myself
I was just this woman,
a mix of reality
glam and lipstick stains.
my each step choreographed,
my laugh well scripted,
my imagination imprisoned,
and my psyche controlled.
I broke first
and then the TV.

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