Bleeding Chalice

"..The woman is blessed
to bleed
five days a month.

To bleed
what is impure,
...what is not born,
and aborted from expression.

For she cannot ,
Bleed otherwise.
Either in her reality
Or in her dreams.

Even the Gods knew;
Open wounds infect,
Irrespective of gender.
Bless them."

രണ്ടു പട്ടിണിക്കവിതകള്‍

വിശന്ന വയറു പറഞ്ഞത്..

വിശപ്പിനെക്കുറിച്ചെഴുതുമ്പോള്‍ മഷി
കടം ചോദിക്കരുത്.
മരിപ്പിന്ടെ അടയാളങ്ങളില്‍ വിരല്‍ മുക്കി
വരഞ്ഞു നോക്കൂ..
ചില നിലവിളികളെങ്കിലും നിന്റെ കടലാസില്‍
തെളിയാതിരിക്കില്ല.

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വരണ്ട ചങ്ക് പാടിയത്..

ഓട്ടക്കയ്യിലെ സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്‍ക്ക്
ഇരുട്ട് കാവല്‍
അരിയുടെ വേവുമണത്തില്‍
നീരിപ്പിടിക്കുന്ന പട്ടിണി പോലെ,
നിന്റെ പ്രണയം കൂട്ടിനും.
......കാലം പലതെങ്കിലും ,
കഥയൊന്നു തന്നെ
ഉമിയുടെ നീറ്റലും.

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Love Borne

Leaning against the wet grills of the window

Counting the lingering rain drops,weighing them

What I imagined was the voice

beckoning from behind the red-pink evening sky

But how did u fathom,what rose in my eyes

The fiery swirls'f monsoon clouds,the impending storm?

How did you guess ,that

in mystery lies my wanton freedom?

Where did you learn

to delude my gathering thoughts

Like leaves scattering in these rainy winds

To bridge my loneness

With that tight hold onto my toe?

To hold back my neighing heart

With that much loved forlorn look?

I hate what you do to me,to simplify me

The way you sit beside my yearning self

But isn't this love,the Holy Grail of loneliness.

The journey ended long ago

I'm now supposed to drink.

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 some 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.

Free Sex

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