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.
...

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

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

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

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
...

Winter,
The goddess of the longest nights
Of the netherworld Hades
My days she invades!
...

River water
washes
everything
clean
...