chayamsu v r
Biography of chayamsu v r
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.
chayamsu v r's Works:
no books have been published
chayamsu v r Poems
Fruits, Shehanai, Romance -An Ode To The...
tastes cooked in some anonymous agonies. sorrows void of causes are terrible baneful dictresses.
Meloncholy Of Cadence
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.
peacocks i painted in my childhood, neither elegant nor lovely, stroll lively
A Request To Rain
I know you won't care To peruse this thoughts. Is it not your frailties Of vehement adversity,
the dead stories returned once, seeking child. the child,
(daddy, who's this gandhi? : he's a fellow shot dead by our godse.)
it was not the day when the rain drained. as the windows opened,
she takes a fright of one-eyed day, and slyly peeping night, and the breeze
o! my slate and o! my pencil, count you all these sums for me, by the break of morrow dawn, i'll buy a milkice for you.
We Hail Thee, O Ages.
the streaming whisper of the time
throbs on the whole being,
as the dusk dooms,
for us to awaken
into a new dawn.