Narcissism

A deep ocean, getting deeper,
Waiting to be explored, plundered and worshipped;
With lots to give and lots to take,
Waiting for oysters, and sand and steamers.

Lost poetry

Poetry now seems a long-lost thought.

"Keep on writing", someone had said.
I needed to achieve perfection,
But I gave up too easily.

Where did all my passion go?
I need to set my life straight.
Need to write again, and better.

Can I reproduce my poignancy?
Will I be able to write well again?

Imagination, compact-ness, seem to have died.
I need to prod my grey cells further.

I shall write well again.
Promise

Swapnakkoodaaram

വാക്കുകള്‍ കൊണ്ടൊരു മാല ചാര്‍ത്തി
നിന്നെ പൂജിച്ചു വെയ്ക്കാന്‍ ആശ തോന്നി,
കനവിന്റെ പൂത്തിരി കനലുകള്‍ കൊണ്ടൊരു
പൂക്കളം വരയ്ക്കാന്‍ മനസ്സു വന്നു.

ആകാശത്തിലെ താരകന്ഗള് പെറുക്കി
നിന്റെ ചിത്രം വരകുവാന്‍ തോന്നുന്നിതാ,
സാഗരതീരത്തില്‍ ശംഖുകള്‍ കൊണ്ടൊരു
മണി്മഞ്ജല് പണിയാന്‍ കൊതിയാകുന്നു.

സ്വപ്‌നങ്ങള്‍ കാണുമ്പോള്‍ നീയതില്‍ അതിഥിയായ്
എന്നും വരെണമെന്ന പ്രാര്‍ത്ഥനയായ്
ക്ഷേത്രനടയില്‍ നിന്നെയും ഓര്ത്തു ഞാന്‍
കണ്ണന്‍റെ മുന്പില്‍ ചെന്നു നിന്നു.

ആശകള്‍ പെരുക്കുന്ന ലോലമാം മാനസം
കണ്ടെന്റെ കണ്ണന്‍ ചിരിച്ചു പോയി,
സാരമില്ല സഖിയെ, നിന്‍ സന്തോഷം എന്‍ ഭാരം
എന്ന് കള്ളന്‍ കാതില്‍ പതിയെ ചൊല്ലി ഓടി.

The heart and the sea

Far away,
The sea sings its song of solitude.
And close by,
A heart tries to match its beats.
The rocks wither away in silence,
Washed by the raving waves.
With head in the hands,
Someone tries to restrain a sob.
Like shells scattered on the sands,
Tears bejewel some faces.
Hair, like pirate ships on rage,
Flies about in wild disarray.
The sea turns calm with lunar respite.
Some bosoms, like the shores,
Turn silent,
Pregnant with unknown pain.

Separation

When your eyes are searching for that spot of love in mine,
I try not to look away; I give out no sign
That the love which held us together for years
Has suddenly disappeared like the mist clears.

I never realised, am sure nor did you,
That like ancient ink, love could fade too.
When we sang those songs of togetherness, long ago,
I never thought we could be separate so.

Mind you, it is no fault of you or me,
It is just a matter of destiny.
We over-worked our charms, you see,
We forgot to water the plant regularly.

And as we slide out of our slimy web,
We do not even match our step,
So I move fast, you move faster,
And our love goes frigid, like some plaster.

Love, old love, apologies.
We can no longer sing the same melodies.
Let us move away, in peace and calm,
Knowing we can no longer be in the same swarm.

Confusing

Turn, turn and turn.

Perfectionism doesn't stand.

Deception prevails.

It just happened, don't worry.

A little cheating is ok.

We are not doing anything wrong.

We are not in love;
but feelings are sometimes overpowering.

You eat, I eat.

The keys of the same bunch rattle together.

Strings draw the kites up into the sky.

We like each other, let's not deceive our hearts.

Blood's always red, thicker than water.

Nerves connect, dissect. Reflex action.

Hearts are pure, everything can be forgiven.

There's nothing to forgive, actually.

Life goes on.

One small memory, sweet and sharp.

You lived, I lived.