The electricity
Of my village
Used to go
With the rain,
...
Throw up your emotions a moment
So that I may catch
The profile of your dreams
Etched in the well of your heart
...
I took a brush
And colours of course
This morning, as I do daily,
To paint the rest of your heart
...
'Green is not a colour
Its my breath', said the leaf.
'Red is not a symbol
...
Once upon a time
There lived a number of buttons
Harmoniously
In my shirts
...
Off and on
The distant relative
Of a fading memory
May visit us on a canoe
...
Life is withering away
Like an afternoon MA classroom
Few of its colours linger still
Terrified by the internals
...
Sameer Mecheri is a Lecturer in the Department of English of Sree Sankaracharya University of Sanskrit, Kalady, Kerala. He is a person from the Malabar region of Kerala, India. He has published poems in Malayalam in his Facebook account following a different pattern of publishing.)
The Rain And The Electricity
The electricity
Of my village
Used to go
With the rain,
Whenever the rain called her-
They were in love.
It seems
They are married-
No call of the rain
tempts her now.