Drumming in the head Is a tune orchestrating As if the thoughts embodied Gulped in a quick thirst Blended in and synchronized Now Whirling in and out, spiraling A multifarious reel of amusement!
Oh! In an unreal ticking of time It’s now a callous outcry Plummeting vilely Lingers on and on deep The ho hums hawking Yes, for sure; there lies the prey Sharp into the centre tumult it fell Zipped in a huge carcass of sounds!
Agonized, it laments and squirms Fretting, fuming and vaporizing Paralyzed, lay abortive, abhorring!
Yes, the humming in an eclipsing note It’s haunting in mercurial temper Steadying to chisel out The every tit and bit in its assault From that mortally handsome Would sort and pick up piece a piece Swallow in to a shell full of thoughts!
May the time hesitate to tick a while! May it click a moment of spark! On the facet of curtain fall May it explode, as an escaped pray! And emerge into the life.
Crazy when interacting with books, especially that of poetries. Always mad at scribbling down verses....... My first poetry collection in malayalam :JWALA was published in 2009. Now writing in magazines & journals.Written many poetries in English & Hindi too. Two more malayalam and an English poem collections are released. THE REFLECTION is brought out by AUTHORSPRESS, , New Delhi, India.
Unslept- hangman, flees from the noose. The day had come to execute. A thought had become a fear but fear was not a thought. Naked in the moon a wolf wants move of something leaning on the hills of thirst,
Every moment of my life which I dreamt to be sublime, Is now caged within the loathing walls of his dreams. Millions passing by and there, I stood as a scum, feeling the essence of nothingness filled in the dark
As I stood. I noticed I was on fire. Every inch of me consumed. Engulfed. Losing oxygen I gasped. Expanding with each sigh that escaped this happening. I stood helpless. Was there anything other that I could do. Watching the
In the meadows of my thoughts, Blossom my feelings lots in lots. Into bihued flora sprout my desires, Splatters vapours in the ether when respires. Endless strolls albeit through this land have, I But this time try to keep an
Indigenous people’s right Is still stolen by day light You see you look you know The right from wrong and so Idle no more, to get The right back, that will let The web of life be healthy Prosperous and