Preeth Nambiar Poems

Hear the trumpet of the glory of him dancing profound upon the sands! The farmer he is toiling upon the earth, his perspire is the deepest oceans, warmth of him the flames of fire, wandering winds his very breath, life of him the cosmic life, and the look of the world of majestic green, the space he owns, the majestic world. Come on, men of mighty labour, let us build upon the sands of the haven for us, yet we own naught for he is the Lord of this fistful of soil!

With the anklets' jingling bells the naughty streams play hide and seek. Upon the woods, looking at her growing young- with paces slow holding hands with her eternal love- a flow of tranquility toward a world to fetch the love of an eternal quest. O waters of deepest woods, take me with you to the distant lands where the rich shores bear the fruits of your longest passage. A voyage from the pores to the deepest ocean, carrying the bliss of unseen end!
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When the last drop of rain dipped from the clouds; when the thunderbolts disappeared unto the songs of morning birds; when the lightening vanished unto the bright light of a morning- there was silence - silence enchanting!

When the way stretched from morning still evenings, tired of my struggle to catch those dicey moments escaping from my fingertips, in the twilight evening of serenity when I smiled, there was silence - melancholic silence!
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When the way stretched from morning still evenings, tired of my struggle to catch those dicey moments escaping from my fingertips, in the twilight evening of serenity when I smiled, there was silence - melancholic silence!

Holding the arms of the beloved listening to the songs of earthly love when slept, when the withering May-flowers woke me up from deepest slumber, amidst the wandering clouds when I searched, there was silence- mesmerising silence!
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The last drop of the poison from the tumbler tight on my fingers is quivering upon its edge to dip on to the floor. I am drunk and the sweet intoxication has conquered the body, but I can still hear raindrops falling from the leaves to the ponds of muddy waters playing the sweetest notes of music. I wish if a drop of it fall on my lips dried of thirst; I wish I could once again hold the grills of the window and remain looking at the distant skies caressed by a sweet breeze that would touch me, the fingers of motherhood.

My breath has disappeared unto the distant wind that would perhaps feed the leaves beyond these walls; my vision has dissolved in the darkness of the sun that would open its eyes as a new dawn with bright light; I have given my warmth to the pigeons that are brooding in the chill of rain; I shall give this flesh to the mystic flames who would fill their belly and retire to ashes; Alas! Here is the space that I occupied for a lifetime as of a butterfly, O skies take this back while my lips tremble to pay gratitude!
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Like a breeze is my life!

It comes from far beyond, a distance beyond your comprehension
A traveler, I have the fragrance of the miles I crossed, the lives I lived!
Yet, I have the freshness of the newest, the tenderness in the heart!
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I have been sitting here since long time, eyes fixed on the distant I can see the greenery changing unto desert, the deserts turning unto ocean, the seasons melt unto each other…! At the desk I close my eyes to darkness and open it for another day! I enjoy the hug of the wind through the windows wide open.

Leaving frequent pauses in between, the train is on its way ahead. I can see some at ease come and occupy the spaces available.
I can see some are running along with the train to get into it.
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'The road to the fulfillment of love is hard and worn! Well, now listen to me, if you are so eager to find my abode you can follow the road in front of you, which leads through dense forests, hot deserts and steep hills! You may have to walk through the thick penetrating drops of rain or sometimes even without a dropp of water to quench your thirst, alone, but the distant winds would bring my melodies to soothe your soul! '

'When the roads embrace each other to confuse your direction, remember, I will leave my beautiful, fragrant flowers to show you the path! Follow the flowers as they would lead you to my abode!
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Far away, my dear daughter, do you know that your father is just thinking of you?

I remember the day the nurse gave you on my palms. When I took you for a bath you were crying aloud. My dear, I never wanted to make you cry! I wanted you to be clean, clean from all dirt of his world! When I took you to sunshine out of the hospital, I never wanted the light to penetrate to your eyes; I wanted you to be away from the yellow of diseases of the world!
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Surrounded by the dense woods, there is a lake now.
Here is the lake, the resting place for the streams from the depths of the forest- see them kissing their beloved; Look at the clouds reflecting upon its transparency, look at the birds - the spread wings of dreams souring towards the horizon, listen them singing joyfully! Here is the water that quenches the thirst of the travellers from the distant!

Were these birds waiting for me to sing the melodious? Was the breeze stopped behind the leaves to welcome me with his magical touch?
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Upon the tip of a green leaf a dropp of water looks at the sky. Sun shines on it; in the morning, the world looks at it to get ready for the day. Embraced by the leaf the dropp reflects the smiles of the world around it. The breeze is gentle not to let her down, she swings with a smile beautiful as the morning.

I know not the time amidst the mist, there is silence surrounding me. I hear a sweet voice, a cry from the bottom of her heart; a painful music touching my senses.
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