Don’t know her name
But whenever I see her
Always with a laughing face,
Sitting beneath the shadow of
...
My heart is a temple
Blessed with the presence of
God always
With each drop of my tears
...
Love is immortal
That was my concept
As the mono pole
Of magnet our mind
...
A lunatic always laughs
Seldom cries
A lunatic always walks towards
Seldom walks backwards
...
I lost the rhythm of my heart beat
I lost my vision of the eyes
I lost the flexibility of my tongue
...
Enjoying the fragrance spreading from
The yellow flowers of my bitter guard plants
And looking at the greenery of my paddy fields
Every day I take a morning walk
...
Dewdrops glimmer on the meadow
Experiencing the great joy and happiness
Let your heart glimmer
In love and happiness
...
Perhaps I am only a grass
Living on the top of this hill
Trees here may think
They are taller than me
...
My parents think
My life is a waste
My friends think
My life is a waste
...
Ram is mad
My village people thinks
They never talk to him
He spends much time
...
Dreams are flowers
That blossom in a
Fertile mind with
Unique beauty and fragrance
...
Laughing Lady
Don’t know her name
But whenever I see her
Always with a laughing face,
Sitting beneath the shadow of
A large oak tree, on a wheelchair,
Doing painting on canvas mostly
Rarely with making garlands in gems
At first rarely we meet each other
But gradually it becomes one
Of my routine to walk on the way
Beside her house only just to see her
Nowadays I am very eager to know,
But no way, did she make one time
Even, paint my face on her canvas
Or in her heart, I don’t know.
Jayanchandran is a poet extraordinaire...the best in the woirld! ! he is talent supreme and hgis words are lvoe personified..