Ayyappa Paniker Poems
|8.||Father And Mother Do Not Speak To Me||9/7/2012|
|11.||The Dawns Pause, Playing On The Santoori||9/7/2012|
|12.||Song Of Myself||9/7/2012|
|13.||The Family Saga||9/7/2012|
|16.||The Twilight Hour Keeps Playing On The Santoori||9/6/2012|
|17.||Upon My Walls||9/6/2012|
|19.||The Vision Of The Seasons||9/6/2012|
|22.||Every Dog Has His Night||9/6/2012|
|27.||Isn'T That Shameful For Us?||9/6/2012|
|28.||Passage To America||9/6/2012|
Four gallant horses
One was white, one was black,
one was red, one was brown.
One had four legs,
one had three,
one had two,
and the fourth had one leg.
The one-legged horse
said to the others :
the time for dance has come,
let's dance on a single hoof !
All of them liked the idea,
and the dance began.
The four-legged horse fainted outright,
the three-legged horse slipped and fell,
the two-legged horse limped to a fall :
only the one-legged one
danced on and on.
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;
copper dreams blossoming on the dead volcano
blaze and flow around;
tears unfrozen, ears unstopped,
the veins keep glowing; is it creation or destruction?
‘Look at the picture my hands have drawn on my walls;