ഉടന് റിലീസാകുന്നു, സദയം കാത്തിരിക്കുക...
ഷമീര്.....
Tuesday, 27 November 2007
Sunday, 18 November 2007
Poems_incomplete
On an uneven,
Cold evening
In a month of
Noisy,
Naughty,
And playful monsoon.
Consoling
The buried face of
A child in dread,
At the earth-breaking
Thunderbolt,
His mother,
Unfolding his cold, lean finger
Pointed at the Great tree
Said, “It will destroy, but
The tree and latent hatching snakes and eggs.
For no snakes will harm you
While you play under that tree”.
Cold evening
In a month of
Noisy,
Naughty,
And playful monsoon.
Consoling
The buried face of
A child in dread,
At the earth-breaking
Thunderbolt,
His mother,
Unfolding his cold, lean finger
Pointed at the Great tree
Said, “It will destroy, but
The tree and latent hatching snakes and eggs.
For no snakes will harm you
While you play under that tree”.
Saturday, 17 November 2007
യാത്രാമൊഴി
യാത്രാമൊഴി,
യാത്രാമൊഴി.
എങ്കിലും
എന്നോ മൃതിയടഞ്ഞ
നിന് പ്രണയ കുടീരത്തിനരികെ
മഞ്ഞില് ,
മിഴിവാര്ക്കുമൊരു
പനിനീര്പുഷ്പമായ്വിടരാതെ വയ്യ.
മൃതി!
വിസ്മൃതിയുടെവെണ്പട്ടുമായരികിലെങ്കിലും
യാത്രാ മൊഴി,
യാത്രാ മൊഴി,
എങ്കിലും....
യാത്രാമൊഴി.
എങ്കിലും
എന്നോ മൃതിയടഞ്ഞ
നിന് പ്രണയ കുടീരത്തിനരികെ
മഞ്ഞില് ,
മിഴിവാര്ക്കുമൊരു
പനിനീര്പുഷ്പമായ്വിടരാതെ വയ്യ.
മൃതി!
വിസ്മൃതിയുടെവെണ്പട്ടുമായരികിലെങ്കിലും
യാത്രാ മൊഴി,
യാത്രാ മൊഴി,
എങ്കിലും....
Saturday, 7 April 2007
From Paulo Coelho, the prophet of dreams
The Prologue from the book, The Alchemist...
The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in
the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages,
he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth
who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell
into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower
was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the
story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the
Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh
water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they
said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you
alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said
in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time.
Finally it said:
The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in
the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages,
he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth
who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell
into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower
was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the
story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the
Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh
water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they
said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you
alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said
in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time.
Finally it said:
Saturday, 17 February 2007
Poem two
Black Hole
His head bowed to kiss the earth,
Weighing a mindful of nude lasses,
Who danced like charmed snakes?
The horse rose then, and galloped the lass wards
To crush them-Dancing a lesbian tune.
He galloped fast, faster and past
The tender, green paddy fields
On that cool morning-warmth.
Oh! Pale grew leaves of that tender grass
On that fateful morning.
And gave the way for horse
To stamp their faces
With eternal painfulness.
The two sets of eyes
Thus left blind -flooded by Gods woe.
Long live the King and the Queen Cobras!
Charmer sighed at the ancient cobras-
Then toiling to swing at his will
And took a deep breath then than ever
To tune Snake to dance to die.
Breathless the two melancholic eyes succumbed …
He danced -dance of the Lord with those nude lasses
But, never a Mortal one
Presented him with sword
Mad ridden wooer then
Stabbed her nakedness
Till her dance ceased
Breathless the charmer stunned
And the snakes now crawled back
Melt in those black holes of mind….
(A sexual pervert under a heavy dose of drug rapes insane and when offended stabs his innocent young wife till her last breath who is survived by a daughter and a small boy)
His head bowed to kiss the earth,
Weighing a mindful of nude lasses,
Who danced like charmed snakes?
The horse rose then, and galloped the lass wards
To crush them-Dancing a lesbian tune.
He galloped fast, faster and past
The tender, green paddy fields
On that cool morning-warmth.
Oh! Pale grew leaves of that tender grass
On that fateful morning.
And gave the way for horse
To stamp their faces
With eternal painfulness.
The two sets of eyes
Thus left blind -flooded by Gods woe.
Long live the King and the Queen Cobras!
Charmer sighed at the ancient cobras-
Then toiling to swing at his will
And took a deep breath then than ever
To tune Snake to dance to die.
Breathless the two melancholic eyes succumbed …
He danced -dance of the Lord with those nude lasses
But, never a Mortal one
Presented him with sword
Mad ridden wooer then
Stabbed her nakedness
Till her dance ceased
Breathless the charmer stunned
And the snakes now crawled back
Melt in those black holes of mind….
(A sexual pervert under a heavy dose of drug rapes insane and when offended stabs his innocent young wife till her last breath who is survived by a daughter and a small boy)
On A Monsoon Night( Poem )
When I see chance rain in the far away deserts
Knocking my air tight window pane
To see kids playing
In the rain, and
Under colorful umbrellas
on the street.,
One would think that some countless, colored, new born hen
Are just un caged to bask in the sun
But I remember you friends of my lonesome heart
Once, on a an uneven evening
In a month of noisy naughty and playful monsoon,
Lean back over the collapsed breast of his peasant grand mother
While hearing the shivering stories and murmurs
Saw a cobra flying with a diamond crown
For his lost beloved
Entrusting this boy to keep the crown, the snake suddenly
Dived in to the waters and swam across the lotus legs
To bathe in that deep lotus- scented pond
Deceptive sleep or the faint memory?
The ruby disappeared with snake in the wild rain
The boy wandered then after in search of the stone for ever
And was seen for a long time looking into the waters for ever
Thinking that the crowned crawler flier will come
On such thunderous monsoon nights…….
When I see chance rain in the far away deserts
Knocking my air tight window pane
To see kids playing
In the rain, and
Under colorful umbrellas
on the street.,
One would think that some countless, colored, new born hen
Are just un caged to bask in the sun
But I remember you friends of my lonesome heart
Once, on a an uneven evening
In a month of noisy naughty and playful monsoon,
Lean back over the collapsed breast of his peasant grand mother
While hearing the shivering stories and murmurs
Saw a cobra flying with a diamond crown
For his lost beloved
Entrusting this boy to keep the crown, the snake suddenly
Dived in to the waters and swam across the lotus legs
To bathe in that deep lotus- scented pond
Deceptive sleep or the faint memory?
The ruby disappeared with snake in the wild rain
The boy wandered then after in search of the stone for ever
And was seen for a long time looking into the waters for ever
Thinking that the crowned crawler flier will come
On such thunderous monsoon nights…….
Tuesday, 13 February 2007
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