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tastes cooked in
some anonymous agonies.
sorrows void of causes are
terrible baneful dictresses.
...

music has been scattered into broken throats
on a string of the waning lyre as i tried.
lyre was broken down and splashed,
some in my notes, and some in yours.
...

every man has his own flies,
every man has his own ways.
he can hunt and kill his flies,
for their bright and humming flights,
...

the void
roared in full-throated ease;
the vibrant blues
flung a lightning or two;
...

another night has come
flinging far off
the riddles of the day.
the night breeze,
...

on my way home
the dark sky
darted drops
and drenched me.
...

I know you won't care
To peruse this thoughts.
Is it not your frailties
Of vehement adversity,
...

This is the time of isolation;
the interminable warmth of that kiss
vanished into a hallucination,
sticking the window panes,
...

all the men and women
with the cam and paper
reached the sprawling spot
where some cobwebs stretched,
...

when the ages coaxed a smile
from the dawn,
the night fluttered in the cages,
to stumble over the thresholds
...

if you meet me by chance
among the caravan of ages
passing through the deserts,
stare at me
...

the birds fly away.
the passersby part away.
we are in dreams.
o! monsoon clouds,
...

the streaming whisper of the time
throbs on the whole being,
as the dusk dooms,
for us to awaken
...

a man died
and while his soul was strolling
in a heavenly corridor,
even before the body burnt to ashes,
...

the rain came.
the rain drained.
some cool drops flashed into the heart,
retrieving something forgotten
...

a cool breeze
rustled through my trees.
a floating flock of clouds
whispered in my ears;
...

o, mother,
where are you now?

i am alone!
...

18.

sun in brittle temper
tried to burn out the day
since dawn on his way
to the sea sombre.
...

like the soft tone of rain,
like the drops after drain,
...

'i know you'll pluck me.
you'll squeeze me.
yet,
i am here,
...

chayamsu v r Biography

i was working as a high school teacher.retired on 31 march 2009.now teaching poems in colleges for literature graduate students.writing poems both in english and malayalam.no books have been published yet, as i am not at all much interested.photography, content writing, captions, acting in drama, reciting poems and so on.ocasssionally taking part in poets' get together and presenting poems in malayalam, my native language.started my career as a writer recently more than two decades back.)

The Best Poem Of chayamsu v r

Fruits, Shehanai, Romance -An Ode To The Celebrity Late Mr Bismillah Khan

tastes cooked in
some anonymous agonies.
sorrows void of causes are
terrible baneful dictresses.
it was not from a void,
yet, not signed by any name.

my bosom babe,
when i am distressed with romance,
i remember the absurd maturity
of those
relishing sweet fruits,
boiled in the
warm water of entity,
which i sent to you
for taking during
that insane voyage.

*****************************
when your fingers kissed the strings,

the shehanai began to sing
from an unconscious mind-
a dhun, as if a tune of prieries flowing,
or may be a khamaj,
or malkauns?
rills running to the sea,
the whispering of octaves-
slowly
all five tones
effuses and effuses from your shehanai;

or a lullaby
to make you sleep
in peace?

the madrigals
sung by the shepherds?

on the canvas of poesy
braced around,
a vigour,
may be from your own
pictures of virulent life,
with
expressions changing,
talents changing,
is experienced.
so early the dawn
you play the miya ki thodi
in the loneliness!
your sweetheart
hasn't appeared yet.

or
singing about gunakali,
the buddy of malkauns?
it was only for you
nayyara noor and anvar maksood
wrote this verse
"i am fearless
all of them wish
they could marry me.
the strong hurricane
the freezing chill,
blistering warmth,
nothing is a fetter to us.
want you

to come this way,
know: you are not alone."

then in malkauns
"aaye soor ke panchi aaye…"*
sitting in the blistering sunshine of
connaught place
the wings of that bird is melted.
then the colours of the sky
began to pervade itself
slowly into the vanishing sun
and into night spread with black velvet.
some song in kajri*
flowed from the pitchblende darkness

it is full moon
when the drops of moonshine rain
gestures,
change and change like life.

the waves swapping
on the sand spreads and rocks!
sometimes the sprawling lake
sleeping weary and silent
after a ten-knot gale!
the babbling streams!
a marwa? a thatt*
some agonies are read here!
the solicitude sunk in compassion
is strongly imprinted here!

is it not that anonymous pain
that raises the waves of love
in shehanai?

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