Preeth Nambiar Poems
|41.||You Are Coming||11/12/2014|
|42.||A Moonlit Night||3/18/2013|
|43.||To My Son, With Love||11/12/2014|
|45.||And Now, Hold My Hands O Mortal!||11/23/2014|
|46.||The Longing For Her||11/12/2014|
|47.||An Ode To Winter||3/18/2013|
|49.||Let Us Hide And Seek!||10/23/2012|
|50.||A Dream Of Yesterday||10/23/2012|
|51.||Kissing A Daughter Goodnight||11/12/2014|
|52.||Waking Up On A Rainy Morning||10/27/2013|
|53.||Longing For Silence||11/12/2014|
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Longing For Silence
The storm is whistling through the distant trees, leaves shivering in chilled wind; the wandering clouds cover the dazzling sun; I hear far away a bird screaming in terror, perhaps lost its nest!
Come aboard, O dear, with your wings wet of rain! Though the nails would bruise my skin, leave your pace upon my palm, stay caressed by the softest touch! There is warmth within me to shelter your dreams and my duffel has grains to feed your hunger. On the shore of the flooded river, amidst the roaring of the darkest rain, here I am O dear, longing for you!
Let us have a shower in this...
The River Of Silence
And now there appears a seemingly narrow river in between us. A river of silence flowing in between our existence! It is twilight again, through the mist I feel it hard to see you standing up on the other bank or is it the tears blurring my vision? My beloved, I'm still here with melodies on my lips!
When I stay here awaiting darkness separating us forever, I expect a man dark old appear upon the bank with a tiny boat to carry me across the river. But it is getting late…I'm afraid of dark