Monday, February 12, 2024

In Kerala Angels live on coconut trees

 In Kerala, Angels live on coconut trees...

I'm sure you must have noticed them...swaying the fronds on windless days,  their wings flying towards heavens or circling our homes, sound of their laughter at human follies or their whispers helping a particular card player cheat at his game of rummy.

I have recently started collecting their wings - golden, light, but strong enough for flight - I find them discarded here and there on walks and marvel that I get so lucky. You see, they do this when they find humans asleep in coconut groves - men do this a lot in Kerala. And they do this with laughter and chuckle - for mischief and play- mostly for sport.

That's why one frequently hears, here and there - I don't understand why so-and-so is behaving in such ridiculous, irrational or loony fashion. One hears this a lot about men in Kerala. It's just these rascal angels, tossing away their wings, to make mischief.




Monday, December 18, 2023

Revealed in Dark

 Sitting in a candle's glow

Deepening darkness, evening slow

Sea murmuring nearby

Stars glittering in the sky.


Rapt in candle's dancing flame

Frogs crooning their mating game

Cicadas chorus, night's awake

Fragrance filled - this haunting ache.


Leaning forward, I blow off the light

Nature's revealed in a Prussian sight 

Pain's soothed - a mere attachment to glow 

At ease in dark, and timeless eons flow.

Thursday, July 6, 2023

I Just close my eyes

 I just close my eyes 

To space-travel inside

Swirling lights of blue and gold

Many mysterious sights unfold

Zooming past gazillion stars

Swinging around a centre far

Milky Way is too small for me

Rushing past there's much to see

Annihilating galaxies, jet-streams and more

Endless joys of Cosmic allure

Moving towards a source unknown

Going past a no-return zone

Crossing boundaries of space-time

Fractal structures govern its paradigm

Veils of darkness hiding that Light

Eternally burning bright, Inside.


Creation

 This heartbreak is your gift to me

I couldn't grow in dullness of complacency.


Nor break in cycles, shattering into pieces

For alchemy's distillation to purer reaches.


Only dark winters fulfill spring's abundance,

And, pain's a requisite for transcendence.


Entropy's dissolution kindles all deflagration

Into music, dance, and colours of creation.

2 more haikus

Withered twigs, now tipped with Earth's fire, first hints of spring.

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Winter silence, endless bamboo sonatas, shishi-odoshi

Pecan pie

 Your love for me

is like that pecan pie, in

embedded memories that I

claw with aged faithless fingers,

to bring back, a taste

of youth, delectably poised,

at the edge of my tongue -

Of shared life, warmth, and

our love's promise carried

in my womb. 

Wednesday, June 21, 2023

Words

I shall not measure my day
Chart it's course, Or
Analyse whether it's better
Than my yesterday

I choose instead to drown
In my sorrows, 
slowly skin the pain -
Experience its horrors!

Or delight in elation
Of free flight
Over rainbows bright
Unhindered - 
No horizon in sight.

To Be, to breathe - ALive, 
this moment's my ultimate High,
I Leave books and charts to scholars,
And follow the lute of wise.
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Bereft, without a
hand to hold -
I reached to skies,
Light streamed, wrapping 
My fingers.
I reached into water
She laughed, with a cooling hold.
I reached to winds
Who played, caressing 
with a lover's touch.
Loved thus,
I resumed my journey -
Ahead.