Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon Poems

Poetry
is the true
expression
of one's soul.
...

Its touch so sensuous
Its eyes drawing me into itself
Its body snuggling in mine
Rousing a passion yet unknown
...

A grain of rice
Alone
In the cooking pot
Cries, 'I wish
...

He was as old as my grandfather and I, just twelve.
Marriage meant nothing to me, not even a new cheeram.
He lived in penance and I, just a little child, tended the aashram,
Never cared for, not even acknowledged of my existence.
...

'Vinaa dainyena Jeevitam
Anaayasena maranam'
what the ascetics of the yore
In India dreamt of, always.
...

(This is a small poem written years back for my daughter, when she was still a kid.)

'Why Sunday? '
My daughter asked.
...

When you see a silver lining in the sky
just look for the dark cloud
that it encircles, ready to break
into a thunderous shower.
...

The picture
of a mother
standing guard
to the carcass
...

River water
washes
everything
clean
...

We lie
Looking
In each other's eyes,
As sleep eludes them.
...