Playing a game in the squash court,
With rebounding emotions of the heart
As the soft ball, till it bleeds and withers;
And the opponent decorating his lips with
A deceptive smile and the gait of a winner,
Walks away and you’re left alone!
The rules were fair, the play a barbarity
Savage words and bitter strokes…
Yet I yielded the whims and fancies of
Outrages vociferations which led to crucification
And vituperations of schizophrenia;
Which I meekly admitted, as if I played a foul game;
As he was my best and unique pal and
I never wanted to lose him forever…
The mind always search in unknown shores and
Far away regions to discern a lost companion,
Missed en-route through your past rebirths..
Every moment the wind writes memoirs on the sand,
And wanders away; the waves blot it out
The next instant, ruthlessly with a cruel mind.
Calm sometimes, rebellious another time,
Turbulent at times, agitated, and weeping in grief
With suppressed mysteries of desires.
Yet, the fisherman adores its nature,
And cling to her bosom, as of his mother.
Every man is an ocean, ever on the lookout in debris
For lost treasures and possessions withered from his heart....
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Thank you my dear friend. ..I am happy u enjoyed reading it. plese continue reading all of these. cheers. kunjubi
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words spoken so true, I enjoyed this very much.
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I always ask myself while reading a comment on the poem published, if I actually deserve such a word of appreciation, dear Lata. You all are enduing worthless qualities to the lines i write, and endorsing it.. This is a mixed feeling. Honestly I told u, I started to write poems in last June only. and in the begining it was malayalam poems only. Then simultaneously added English along with it.. But many of u cannot read malayalam, so very recently i have started to sort of translate thesemalayalam ones to English also. But there is one handicap there. The culture, scenario,and other aspects conjoining the canvas of the themes, will not coincide with the vocabulary, in my quiver always.. I have never thought of publishing a book containing these worthless ramblings, so far...but if u can be the Publisher., I will def consider it. ( chumma)...Thank u for the comment. I am elated. and greatly obliged.. cheers. kunjubi.
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Kunjubi,
Yet another feather to your hat! What a wonderful poem. The words have been picked with dexterity and coined to make these wonderful stanzas! Every work of yours deserves credit. Why dont you publish books? Have you done it before?
Latha
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Thank you my dear friend!. So nice to say in brief ,the reason for no comments from readers. Hope u appreciated it. Just imagine we being Indians, do we show formal etiquettes in our daily lives.? We don't.... It is a culture,we have learned through ages, to keep silent and be philosophical. I believe I have the fortitude to take it in a light vein. Really I dont bother so much about that aspect. This is just a feeling of nausea in the heart ,to spit out what is becoming stagnant there. And u call it poems and appreciate sometimes. Nothing serious!. Thank you again for the kindwords.. I am honoured. cheers. kunjubi
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Some times you wonder when you have written with so much grace and panache, why no comments from others. My dear friend, the silence from other gives you the simplest message on your writing - Beautiful
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