mohanan viswambharan Nair

She clung to my chest,
So as an ivy vine on a wall.
Her nails on my back jabbed,
Lest I should loosen her.
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A stretched Barren land
Steep rocks in black n white
Fanned with huge falcons
Reflected through the boy's eyes.
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When the breeze blows and flows at dawn,
Swam of bees rise and float in the air.
Coming close, confiding to the flowers,
The lovers rouse them with a soft touch.
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In a way, when we analyze,
Every ruler will be a 'Ratnakar', the dacoit.
He had looted travellers coming on his way.
What he had accrued from looting passers-by,
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The wife is not a silly matter.
She is a matter of emphasis.
A guard at the threshold of life.
A lock on the gate of evil.
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While I was a child, I often saw him roving in a ravine of hills,
With a stick in his hand and hat on his head, looking for cow dung
His coat lagged on the grassy plot, sweeping the dew.
He clambered up to the hilltop, parting the vegetation to a side
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The mind is cloudy like.
Before the wind comes,
A dark serenity rouses,
which can't be told!
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'LOVE HER, Her friends, nature, the birds,
Even the gravel under my feet bade me.
No words, she uttered.
Never told ' I am fair',
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I am you and you are me!
These are her sweet words.
Then I try to kiss her,
Being frowned upon, she prevents.
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I Made tea from sweet words
Served her in a cup of love.
She took it and spit hatred on it.
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I
which gift is to be chosen?
Baffling for some time in choosing,
Exploring one fit for the very taste,
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The hands of my ancestors
I took hold of, then jumped out of the cave,
Once I had lived there on raw meats.
Used rough stone, bone tools
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Oh, father, my dear father!
Why did you hide your love from us,
like a seed hiding its sapling in it?
How many winters, summers and
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I was born in a firework shed far behind the lake.
Among their gaiety and fun, on the eve of the festival,
they put me down in an empty glass bottle of liquor.
with a firebrand, a half-naked bellied man came to me
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This  is a necklace, crafted
by the magician's mind.
Sometimes, it feels like an illusion.
Sometimes, it feels like a reality.
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Watch, Who sits beneath the tree's shade?
Where do they come from? the blooming flowers,
Caterpillars, butterflies, with the same innocence I had seen decades ago.
Who sits in the middle, under the snow shade?
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I met a girl on the wild moor.
She was meek and puny like an elf,
pale and drenched splendour.
Smiling at small butterflies at their surf,
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Dawns arrived in flowery trees
At dusks, strangers become visitors
Life in stability I did scorn.
How arrogant I was since born
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My troubles were far from over
as long as I dwell here in this shelter
Egoes echoes from all corners
to stamp me down beneath their strong legs.
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I don't want to grow old and leave the world
without having enjoyed and lived to the fullest.
I long to walk once more along the narrow path,
among the paddy fields, beside the brooks,
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