sleeping through the darkest night
you remain with a flower.
fallen shoulders left me imbalanced.
cold sun drag us ,
panting butterflies fall...
rumours of life hovering
my dearest, cuddle me when i sob.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
climax
promised chair came
i am being taken.
people waited mourning
cows still eating the wall
my beloved came riding the storm
her grey hair lit in dark clouds.
rain fell silently on my wet heart
she lifted me to the sun slowly
embracing my memories...
i am being taken.
people waited mourning
cows still eating the wall
my beloved came riding the storm
her grey hair lit in dark clouds.
rain fell silently on my wet heart
she lifted me to the sun slowly
embracing my memories...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
hunt
blood in the noon,
sun shivering...
shepherd ran on the sea -
leaving the stained cross .
sheeps lost in the forest,
tiger belching..
gone the elegancy of the tiger head,
now my reading room is decorated
with the chest of a native boy.
sun shivering...
shepherd ran on the sea -
leaving the stained cross .
sheeps lost in the forest,
tiger belching..
gone the elegancy of the tiger head,
now my reading room is decorated
with the chest of a native boy.
lost
fish strokes the wound,
insects crushed on the slippery steps,
blood spreads in the pool.
four of us came to the village
and three of us going to the forest.
a wild pig shreaked past
carrying a scream with it...
careful ,for the shadowsless
butterflies sing in this forest.
while we walk ,
one lost the shadows.
two of us went to the sea.
waves , entwined friends...
giving him to the waves
i am waiting for the ship
to show me the world.
insects crushed on the slippery steps,
blood spreads in the pool.
four of us came to the village
and three of us going to the forest.
a wild pig shreaked past
carrying a scream with it...
careful ,for the shadowsless
butterflies sing in this forest.
while we walk ,
one lost the shadows.
two of us went to the sea.
waves , entwined friends...
giving him to the waves
i am waiting for the ship
to show me the world.
in the rain
amelie ,
in this drenched dark morning
with a mushroom you walk ,
i am scared ...
if somebody might pluck you
reckoning you are a flower....
in this drenched dark morning
with a mushroom you walk ,
i am scared ...
if somebody might pluck you
reckoning you are a flower....
Saturday, June 20, 2009
മോനേ....
മാങ്ങ പറിക്കാന് മരം കയറിയ നിന്റെ തന്ത
മോനേ.... ആകാശത്താ കാണുന്ന വരയിലൂടെ ഓടിപ്പൊയി
ഉപ്പു വാങ്ങാന് പൊയ നിന്റെ തള്ള
മോനേ....കടലില് ഒരു തുള്ളിയായി....
ചാവുന്നതിനു മുന്പു മോനേ,
ഒരു മാങ്ങ പറിക്കാനും
ഒരു നുള്ളു ഉപ്പു പെറുക്കാനും
നിനക്കു സമയം കിട്ടട്ടെ.....
മോനേ.... ആകാശത്താ കാണുന്ന വരയിലൂടെ ഓടിപ്പൊയി
ഉപ്പു വാങ്ങാന് പൊയ നിന്റെ തള്ള
മോനേ....കടലില് ഒരു തുള്ളിയായി....
ചാവുന്നതിനു മുന്പു മോനേ,
ഒരു മാങ്ങ പറിക്കാനും
ഒരു നുള്ളു ഉപ്പു പെറുക്കാനും
നിനക്കു സമയം കിട്ടട്ടെ.....
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