A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker

Rookie - 20 Points (20.3.64 / Kovilloor, Trivandrum, Kerala)

A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker Poems

1. It’s All About Convincing 7/5/2008
2. It’s All Over, Not Again 7/8/2008
3. Interpretations 7/9/2008
4. Short Cut 7/9/2008
5. A New Poe(M) Try 7/14/2008
6. The In-Thing 7/21/2008
7. Living In Pain Is No Better Than Living 7/30/2008
8. A Slide Show 8/21/2008
9. An Indo-Us Nuclear Kid 8/29/2008
10. Is…….Something To Someone 9/15/2008
11. A Bird Is Hardly Heard 9/25/2008
12. Prayers Are Never Heard But Acknowledged 9/26/2008
13. A Mission To This Earth 10/12/2008
14. The Fine Art Of Graying 10/14/2008
15. Shipping Days 10/21/2008
16. 2000s: A Retail Reality Exhibition 10/22/2008
17. Attitudinal Avalanche 11/1/2008
18. The Science Of Distance 11/9/2008
19. It Ticks Out 11/11/2008
20. It Rains Reason 11/12/2008
21. Death, The Eerie… 11/19/2008
22. Get It Or Forget It 11/20/2008
23. God Is Sick! ! ! 11/22/2008
24. Being And Not Being 12/15/2008
25. Of My Little Sister 1/31/2009
26. Thinking! ! ! ! 5/31/2009
27. The Art Of Being 2/26/2010
28. ********victims Of Wisdom 1/16/2011
29. Do You Know Love? 7/22/2011
30. Mellow Me Meekly 12/4/2011
31. ‘like-It-Is-Fate' Like Thought 7/8/2014
32. I Understand 5/11/2008
33. The Colour Of Affluence 5/11/2008
34. Wish’u’ 5/11/2008
35. Negative Has A Name. 5/11/2008
36. The Opulence Of Being One And Moving. 5/11/2008
37. The Sound Of December 5/11/2008
38. It’s Snowing All Over Here 5/11/2008
39. It’s Homecoming. 5/11/2008
40. A Tribute To Amitah Nair 5/11/2008
Best Poem of A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker

A Sonnet To My Mother

My mother has been eleven mothers
And a hundred grandmothers
She's never noticed her getting gray
For, her eyes have been after kids all days.

Now she is sonless and daughterless
Yes, true mothers never have sons
Daughters neither, but children,
Only, children and their concerns.

Mothers and rivers are same
They never keep away from flowing
From the first dropp to the flooded union
Constantly they keep things under covering

Gods respect all bearing moms
For, Gods and Moms do the same.

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A Night Of This Season

These nights are brighter like butterflies
Never are they cool, nor quite either.
They go tapping and beating
in hearts and thoughts alike.
Dreams are longer, sleep shorter,
little hours are still less than ever.
I leave little unseen, for
this is His Kind December.
what I find this night is a collage

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