Biography of yamini peethambaran
have written articles in The Hindu, Femina and lots of Youth magazines. was the vice chair person of CUSAT.worked with documentary scripting for various internatonal and national documentaries. was the editor of 2 magazines.
music and photograhy being the passion; works on the silence of nature was well appreciated
yamini peethambaran's Works:
encyclopedia of animals (malayalam version) to be published; my signatures (collection of poems and conversations) in the offing.
yamini peethambaran Poems
An Ode To Love
Was it shimmering thought? Or just a whispering that- Hit my drums, Tuning my rhythm amazingly!
the lanes that sprang up in spring waving and tossing greeted the one particles of matter in cubes and matrices the world lay before a mathematician
It wasn’t much when the splashes hit Torrents tormenting the souls displayed The dance of mirth the pace of swift The shade of love the pearls in disarray
Silence, silence in passages I waited for a knock A humming, a whisper.. All in vain, my beats were there alone.
Life is a cajole, acirce at times Whiffle it does to creatures in the wherry Recherche we fondle her- recklessly she recede!
Lovelorn stood she Lovelace he stood beside Twines of parvenu blinded her pastiche her cycle rolled
thin frames peel electric passages i pity pauper outmoded world in her charm whistles past in bunch of flowers.
All the breath I take shall be thine, all the pain I succumb shall be thine The memories of mine be swept away, dumbfounded, still I would cite I cared not to be the same but the butterfly- Flutter away from the cocoon and sprout
Never did I think she would permit me- my best friend The heights of knowledge- she asked me to love me! Urging me to get on and fly away into my fantasy world The colorless world of mine now pepped up
The journey yet to begin The silvery pall shone bright Mist pouring on December night Were the lips trembling?
Aeon I stood by the moor Relishing thoughts as aperitif Apprehending the adroit destiny The silent bourn appeasing.
Clank the silvery metals rolled in, the soiled earthen base Meek eyes shabby clad, the lines of age visibly drawn. Nay the scorching heat nor the bitter cold Swayed the scruffy den
Soiled emotions, future dwindled Am I blind? Numbness wrapped Hustling passed my thoughts Hurling fireballs, burning charcoals
pearl drops stringed together the lintels shone bright little breeze in her arms the fluttering dessicated leaves
An Ode To Love
Was it shimmering thought?
Or just a whispering that-
Hit my drums,
Tuning my rhythm amazingly!
One decibel I awaited so long…
Was it you, or my illusion?
Waited for the panes to portray
Ah my mist she’s dancing in all frames
A grasp of breath, before I rest,