Dr. K. Ayyappa Paniker, sometimes spelt "Ayyappa Panicker" was an influential Malayalam poet, literary critic, and an academic and a scholar in modern and post-modern literary theories as well as ancient Indian aesthetics and literary traditions. He was one of the pioneers of modernism in Malayalam poetry, where his seminal works like Kurukshethram (1960), considered a turning point in Malayalam poetry, Ayyappapanikkarude Krithikal and Chintha and several essays were an important influence on the playwrights of his generation.
In an academic career which ran in consonance with his literary one, and spanned four decades, he taught in various colleges and universities ... more »
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Ayyappa Paniker Poems
Passage To America
On the day of the feast death had its celebration the teevees and the movies told us the same story
Four gallant horses galloped forth. One was white, one was black, one was red, one was brown.
The squares at least don't remain squares and taut linking loops
Isn't That Shameful For Us?
Everyday at night in the kitchen a little food
Stop writing about rivers! Rivers bring in flood waters and drown the towns. The long-awaited rains
It was the end of Kaikottikali* and the beginning of Bharatanatyam for Bhagavathykunjamma. Legs close, yet apart, must be bent. Not that way, this way, not this way, that way…
Every Dog Has His Night
The drawing room in his house is filled with animals. Animals cast in bronze, steel and brass. Trained to remain quiet, they turned to quite a noisy racket last night.
White clouds may never rain! They only float across the sky lazily! Dark clouds rain giving wetness to the ground Thunder thrills the earth.
While men keep going to Delphi To learn about the hidden future, I should have been a hill By the roadside covered with snow.
What happened? To the land of Oedipus tragedy is nothing new. Do the gods of the Olympus still thirst for war?
The Vision of The Seasons
The winter is humming something: Is it for nothing? Does she say that spring will never Come again?
Here lies the body of Mister Paniker who at the end of his panicking days agreed to lie still for a while.
Upon My Walls
Look at the picture my hands have drawn on my walls: why do you stare? Look carefully, you fool! Nerves that stretch from the navel and the eyes thirst and burn in the brain;
The Twilight Hour Keeps Playing on The S...
The twilight hour keeps playing on the santoori, O honey bride of Greece, tell me now your tale of love! Olive branches sway and swing in the breeze That reaches here, blowing across the Mediterranean,
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Passage To America
On the day of the feast
death had its celebration
the teevees and the movies
told us the same story
death in the morning death in the evening
death in the cellar death in the alley
death on the highway the boy returning from the rally
death in the cornfield the girl going to the grocer's
death in the valley and high on the mountain
death from pollution and great disillusion
death in the mind in the womb in the cradle
death from belief and its comic relief
the winds from the north and the winds from the south
sowed the seeds of death and waited for ...