Biography of Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran
Born of pious agrarian middle class parents, I became a teacher after my post-graduation and B.Ed.As the waves of challenges tossed my boat, I, anchored.Became a seeker of truth.Comparative Philosophy is a thread in my life. Embraced Islam in course of it.Flair for poetry, to study philosophy still flares.I, humbly, request comments from readers
Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran's Works:
1.An anthology of my Malayalam poems' PULAROLI'
2.A book on English Grammar, Phonetics and spoken English, 'English in Class-rooms'
Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran Poems
Ode To Rioters
The clouds rumble, O! sons of Malice, hear The smoke of arson and roar of lies In the name of God in heaven; to the tune of lords near Ignorant men, followers of Dionysus fly like flies.
A Glad Vision
A vision so bright, tongue-tied A vision so makes legs benumbed Unrhythmic chanting of Thy names Won't make me move a pawn in games.
Action And Reaction?
As confluence we gushed Demolishing either banks residual deltas cleave our course forever, but-
Let Us Dance
Butterfly, butterfly Let's sing and dance Dragonfly, dragonfly Let's twist in garden
Writing poem is true domain Reading is never a mood main But feign for fame by silence Or mono response nonsense.
Who Is God?
Who is God? A question of long history But all agree: God is Omnipotent, Omnipresent and Omniscient. The Creator, Preserver and Destroyer.
I Love My Country: India, But
I love my country: India, but I hate many of its rulers, as they speak for the poor and act for tycoons bellicose, and-
I Dog Dogs
Oh! master, I dog your dogs For, God favours dogs; They can drink my blood Anytime they bite; I bleed.
Talk less, Do less, Make less, Mistakes.
We Birdies Chirp In Nest
We birdies chirp in nest In Hope of springing soft. Feathers and feeding sweet Mom to perch in its nest.
Was Lord Krishna A Maoist?
Save us Telemachus! won't you? Save us Shadwell, well, won't you? Save us, save us, save us babies; Save us citizens save us, save us.
Why? What For?
Why? What for? As father helpless dead and gone, Children and grand children torn, Confused mother in cares frown;
Oh! Indians! -A Sonnet.
Oh! Indians! In this land of Harischandra, India, The wheel of life moves indifferent Why this indolence, seek the media
Hegel’s Hero appeared with video of heroes To teach me Ideas and dialectics in society; I saw there, Lions and Foxes of Machiavelli Fighting, growling, springing from bushes.
This Ramdan Spring
This Ramadan Spring
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Ramadan is Ramzan is Fire
Of negation of worldly ire
Buddha spoke of this gyre
To burn our acute desire.
Purify ourselves is the aim
Of this spiritual holy game.
Dirty body flirts for its fame