Madathil Rajendran Nair Poems

Yesterday I turned sixty-one
And someone long forgotten
Sent me a mail wishing hundred and one
An expression of habitual sentiment
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Silk routes of India converged
On the South Indian city of Cochin
Where brides demurred and glittered
At a sprawling sari arcade
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There is this thundercloud
At my gate
Around every afternoon
Threatening to rain
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I lay beside my grand-daughter
three moths old
listening to the music her mother
had set for her
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It drizzled on the way I walked
To my sister's house in that unknown town
That cast a deja vu on me
As though I knew every street
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Close your eyes and still,
Feel your body
Part by part
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[Inspired by “Flowers In A Vase” by Bulgarian Poet Alexander Shurbanov (Translated into English by Ludmila G Popova-Wightman) ]. Thanks to renowned reviewer and blogger, Mr. PGR Nair, who posted the poem on Facebook yesterday.]

A bunch of rootless flowers
Stacked pleasingly in a vase
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Why does twilight
Instill in me
A sadness?
Why does a lonely star
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You entered my life like a blazing star
When I had my young head in the clouds
Inflated like a balloon
Thought the scriptures were my pocket diaries
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When I said I weighed seventy kilos
I didn’t bother I weighed seventy times
The weight of an alloy cylinder
Made of platinum and iridium
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