Thursday, March 23, 2017

What has gone Wrong with Kannur!

  It is the English version of my last Malayalam post which depicts the carnage taking place among  political parties. A district named Kannur in Kerala( India) once,known for its beauty and fraternity has become the graveyard of youths of hostile politics.Everyday heart-breaking news arrives the readers and viewers with mass murders. The procedures of punishment take the usual course of long periods, when the murderers spend comfy life in dungeons.

Yeow! What is the crisis, there Kannur?
Have you all lost your visual organs?
Smell don’t you the odour of bloodshed,
That flows in red, as a flooded river?

Looks as if the soul of soil has vanished,
Killer louts have stained the place’s pretty name.
Open your minds, the Kannur Natives
Don’t you feel the shade of all blood is red?

Head for head and limb for limb, with no
Reluctance are chopped into bits blotting the quiet.
Showing no fear of remorse or reproving
Rock, the rogues in insolence abundance.

Words of the privileged guide their cohorts
And the latter with full hearts take on the massacre
Knowing not their vicious deeds’ consequence
In prison they spend their lives’ balance.

“Neither my kith nor my kin are they,
Why should I then indulge to deal with it !,”
Keeping this thought so brutal in their minds,
Selfishly ensure their safety the leaders.

Motionless lies on the chest of the soil
The parents’ dear blood in silence utter.
Can anyone measure the anguish mother’s
When with her, will live no more her son.

Father’s support has faded away
And gone in astray the prop of mother.
As torrents pour down their tears in pain
Changing to tear-drenched ones their visages.

Have attained a stage of numbness
The humanity, clemency and the other values?
Turns scarlet, the terrain’s attire entire
O! Terrible is the scenario one sights there.

In unease and anxiety, leave the vicinity 
The aves and animals in search of their perches.
Unable to eye the unkindest act the Sun
With heavy heart tries to hide behind the sea.

Piled up wreaths and folded hands in plenty and
Crocodile tears shed by the pitiless politic s..
What can one gain from these actions so showy?
The true minds, show courage to prevent this carnage.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Exit!



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On the Time-stage in
Full swing,a ballet performs
The actress Winter.

 Role hers, denoting
 Distress, expresses she for
 Viewers stylishly.

Making the show safe
In hand, hides she  manager
 Sun’s ennui in heart.

Looms late, exits the
Stage early and during the
 Show dims he the light.

Partial is Sun to
The sweet spring with talcum on
 Face and blooms on hair.

Bearing broad grin, Sun
Greets his sweet love, Spring; with
Gloom Winter exits.


Linked with 'Carpe Diem Haiku Kai'

Saturday, February 11, 2017

കണ്ണൂരിനെന്തു പറ്റി !




കണ്ണൂരിനു,കണ്ണില്ലേയെന്തു പറ്റി
കലിതുള്ളും  ജനങ്ങളെ നോക്കിക്കാണാൻ?
മണത്തുനോക്കീടുവാൻ,മൂക്കുമില്ലേ 
മണ്ണിലൂടൊഴുകും  ചെഞ്ചോരപ്പുഴ?

ഉയിരങ്ങുപോയപോൽ   തോന്നീടുന്നു
ഊരിൻറ്റെ പേരും  കളങ്കിതമായ്.
കണ്ണൂർജനതേ, മനം തുറക്കൂ 
എല്ലാ  നിണത്തിനും വർണമൊന്നല്ലേ?

തലകൾക്കു പകരം തലകളല്ലോ
 കരങ്ങൾക്കു പകരം  കരങ്ങൾതന്നേ
എന്നുള്ളകണക്കിൽ വെട്ടിയിട്ടു് 
കലിതുള്ളിപ്പക കാട്ടും നാട്യം കണ്ടോ?

നേതൃത്വം നൽകുന്ന  ആശയത്താൽ 
കൂട്ടവധങ്ങൾ നടത്തീടുന്നു 
 എടുത്തങ്ങു ചാടുന്നു അണികൾപാവം 
 വന്നീടും അഭയം അഴികൾക്കുള്ളിൽ.

“അല്ലവർ ബന്ധുവോ  മകനോ മകളോ ,
എന്തിനു  ഞാൻ  പിന്നെ  ദയ  കാട്ടേണം ?”
എന്നുള്ള  ചിന്തയാൽ  അഹങ്കരിച്ച് 
 നേതാക്കൾ  അധികാരം ഉയർത്തിടുന്നു.

പൂഴിയുടെ  മാറിൽ   ചലനമറ്റ്,
 ചേതനാരഹിതമായ്  സ്വന്തം  രക്തം
  കിടക്കുന്നുണ്ടവിടെനാഥനെപ്പോൽ.
 അളക്കാവതാണോ മാതാവിൻ  നഷ്ടം ?

അച്ഛൻറ്റെ താങ്ങിതാ വീണു പോകുന്നു,
അമ്മയുടെ തണലും മാഞ്ഞുപോകുന്നു .
നൊമ്പരം അവരുടെ കണ്ണുനീരായ്,
കവിളിൽ ചാലുകൾ തീർത്തീടുന്നു.

കാരുണ്യമെന്ന  മാനുഷ ഭാവം,
 മരവിച്ചുപോയോ  എന്നേയ്ക്കുമായി ?
ശോണനിറമാം  നിണ കണങ്ങൾ
 ചുവപ്പുടുപ്പിയ്ക്കുന്നു ചുറ്റിലെങ്ങും.

പറവകൾ പോലും  ആശങ്ക  കാട്ടി,
കൂടുകൾ  തേടി  പറന്നു  പോയി.
പ്രകൃതിതൻ ഭാവവും  മങ്ങൽ കാട്ടി ,
ദുഃഖഭാരത്താൽ  വദനം  വിങ്ങി.

റീത്തുകൾ  വെയ്ക്കുന്നു  കൈകൾകൂപ്പുന്നു
 കണ്ണീർവാർക്കുന്നു  മുതക്കണ്ണീർ  .
നാടകമല്ലേ ഈ കാട്ടലെല്ലാം !
മനസ്സുകൾ മുതിരുമോ, വധം തടയാൻ?

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Harmony!



Contains ,harmony harm,
but in sense it is a balm
soothing the hurts that the humans fetch
for his mates on this pretty planet.

Acts harmony as the panacea
 forthe disorders, the disarrays bring
rousing frenzies in the minds of men
 while keeping  unity seldom.

Devised , Nature itself has,
 accords for the  progeny, her own
 and that too all sorts under the heads,
 animate and inanimate.

Rains looking a set of silver strings
made of strong or light strands,
coolly bathe our Mother Earth
refreshing her giving fervor enough.

Analogous birds from their sheltering shells
 emerge in flocks and rummage around
finding their means of livelihood
from places more remote or near.

Exhibit, elephants difference nil
when travel they forming herds together
 in merriment and hilarity very high
in search of their food and abode.

Fish in shoals and ants in swarm
teach the sharp sapiens that await
chances to cheat his mates;
a lesson moral, in unison, to live .

The concept of ‘unity in diversity’,
having no uniformity, though;
no disintegration, exhibits, the humans
while putting it into willful actions.

The spirit of unanimous  thoughts
 happening in human minds,
for bringing results better
 Well stimulates man.

(An example which points out well
 the unity,  creating and expanding
the friendship here is nothing
but ‘The Poets United’).




for Poets United



Monday, January 16, 2017

Music!


“I should have sung that song for her,” Sajit’s mind was getting drenched with melancholy of guilty feeling. At present he is in a flight to his home nation.  His Amma’s(mother’s) posture with a countenance full of agony fades not from his mind. Her wet eyes dropped beads of tears, while waving the palm with inwardly-bent fingers to bid adieu. She had none to look forward but her lone beloved son.

Sajith the thirty eight-year-old man with his better half and the little darling was flying to the USA, his present bread provider. The USA endows him with a livelihood luxuriant enough to display his affluence especially in his indigenous village. This was the life that he had aspired for, from his teens. After being professionally graduated from a prestigious institute, a corporate management had offered him a handsome income. Despite that he chose his official address in the USA in search of more opulence. Occasionally he flies to his own lovely village to spend his holidays. As the village greenery charmed him this time also, he has been there for about a fortnight or above. The flight of time during the sabbatical moves as fast as dry leaves in strong wind. He can’t help being back to the USA.

Amma has experienced the pleasure of staying abroad with her son and family mainly to rear up her darling grandson. Now the toddler spends his days in play school along with his peers. Therefore she is not needed there and also she senses that her daughter-in-law is not much comfortable to have her there further. But amma’s ethics didn’t allow her tongue to utter anything against her son’s spouse.  Above all the loneliness she faced abroad in her kin’s absence from morning till evening and the pull from her domicile added speed to stop her USA reside. So she landed back on her own sand. She didn’t rather couldn’t attribute any wrong to her son, he has become more family-centric of his wife and kid though. It is true that his attention towards the predecessor had diminished in quantity.

Now he is in his village on a vacation. In one fine morning amma came to her son, patted him at his back and asked him to sing her favourite ‘manassasancharare…’ (Carnatic music). But the response to that humble demand was haughty, “Oh! It is not time to sing. Let me read this news paper. I shall sing later.”

 She didn’t insist on doing that. Compelling someone to act as per her desire was not in the syllabi of her nature. So he acted as if he forgot about it. Of late he is not of much concern about his mother; of course he spends half of his vacation in his domicile and the rest only in his wife’s residence. But he addresses not many of his mother’s simple demands like going with her to temple, giving some tips to the made, visiting relatives and so on. Somehow he has not measured the depth of the hurt his arrogant behaviour brings to his more or less silent amma.
As days passed the departure time arrived. The family followed the instruction of Time that towed them for the flight with an insinuation on its lips.

 When the seating in the aircraft offered him a restful seat, his mind dived back to his amma’s area. It started blaming him for treating her as secondary. “Am I right to my Amma? Do I hurt her? Do I do what she wants? ” A series of questions haunted his thoughts.

 Reminiscences slowly crept in blemishing his peace of mind. After his achan(father) passed away,  his amma found joy in her son’s welfare only. The family pension she got was used to meet the needs of two lives, her son’s, in particular. She didn’t keep any wish for herself or she used to bury her wishes at the source itself. She did not struggle to make both the ends meet, the money was not enough though. Buying materials for their domestic as well as her son’s academic requirements grabbed her time aplenty. Cooking also looted her time to prepare the dishes of his choice. Even then she had earmarked time for playing with him, telling stories and reading books to him, helping him in music practice etc. She had identified the musician in her son at an early stage itself. So she took him to an eminent musician from who he obtained good training also. Whenever she was in tension, she made Sajit sit and sing some songs of her option. She was much fond of music more than any other things. 

 When he was about to go abroad, her love for music leapt out of her lips as one sentence. “Try to perform music among Indians at least.” And he finds time to do that because he too loves music. She had no aim or goal other than entertaining her son. She showered love abundantly on her son.

“O! God to such my dearly loved mother, I showed ingratitude. Had she been firm on my song, I would have sung for her,” his mind didn’t allow him escape from his guilt.

Eventually he consoled himself by deciding to sing for her as much she wants through Skype the next day itself. After a journey of twenty or more hours they landed in their state in America. The day opened its page of next morning after closing the page of night. When his feet touched the floor of his house, came the phone call. Mirthfully he carried the phone to carry out his previous day’s decision he had taken to atone his act. The voice reached him from the other end was alarming. “After you departed your amma had a chest pain. The maid informed me over phone and I took her to the hospital. But… alas! …. She… is… lucky. She was with you till day before yesterday,’’ the neighbour’s sound was gradually fading. He sat down on the floor. The grief he experienced then was inexplicable. No word of his wife and no kiss of his son could impede his bereavement.

 He is returning home now. He wants to observe all rites and rituals so that his amma’s soul will seek peace.


 And in the return flight also his mind, after taking leave of him, journeys through the memory lane.  

Saturday, December 31, 2016

A Royal Burial!



Down, falls as corpse from throne, 
A genuine body, of which is the soul 
At the ebb of  migrating to eternity.
The soul very rightful with its body 
Legitimate stood straight for the welfare 
Of Nature’s inhabitants, inert and alert.
 The ones that enjoyed the highest collection
Of assiduous concern,
Which that personality has maintained
 For his beloved lovely progeny is,
As always,the witty astute shrewd  man.
Procured the Time Manager,
The articles required; 
Assembled them and positioned
In places apposite, for a royal burial
Of the priceless expiring body, 
With commendable honour.
On observing  the rites and rituals,
Keeps ready, the manager Time,
A well-built coffin to cremate
 The massive twelve feet  two O sixteen
And is going to enthrone gracefully
As the ruler of ours two O seventeen.

Friday, December 30, 2016

കളിവിമാനം !



അനുദിനം അരവിന്ദ്  അവനുടെ ചെറുവീടിൻ
 പ്രാങ്കണ  പ്രാന്തത്തിൽ  ചെന്നു നിൽക്കും.
ആകാശ  നക്ഷത്ര  കൂട്ടങ്ങൾ  ചേർന്നെല്ലാം
അവനെ  മെല്ലേ  മെല്ലേയാകർഷിയ്ക്കും.

വാക്കിലും ,നോക്കിലും ,ഉറക്കത്തിലാണേലും
ആകാശക്കപ്പലവനെ  വിളിയ്ക്കുംപോലെ .
ചേലുള്ള  ഉദ്യോഗക്കുപ്പായം  കാണുമ്പോൾ
അരവിന്ദ്  പൈലറ്റിൻ  പടം  വരയ്ക്കും.

ഗഗനത്തിൻ നൗകതൻ  ത്വരിത  ഗമനങ്ങൾ 
 അവനിലെ ബാലനിൽ  മോഹം  ചൊരിയും.
അതിനുള്ളിൽ  പറക്കുന്നൊരനുഭവം  ചിന്തിച്ചു
നിർവൃതിയോടേയവൻ കണ്ണുചിമ്മും.

ഒരുദിനം  ഞാനും  ആകാശ  മാർഗ്ഗേ
അതിദൂര  ദേശങ്ങൾ  കീഴടക്കും.
വിദ്യയിൽ  കേമനായ്   തൊഴിലിലും  മുൻപനായ്
സമ്പത്തു  ധാരാളം  സമ്പാദിയ്ക്കും.   

നമ്മുടെ  ദുരിതങ്ങളെല്ലാമേ  തീർത്തിടും 
പൈലറ്റായ് ആകാശേ ഞാൻ  പറക്കും .
നമ്മുടെ  ചെറുകുടിലിൻ സ്ഥാനത്തു  ഞാനൊരു
കോൺക്രീറ്റിൻ സൗധം  പടുത്തുയർത്തും.”

ഇടക്കിടെ   വാക്കുകൾ  മാനതാരിൻ വാതിലുകൾ 
 മലർക്കേത്തുറന്നങ്ങഭിലാഷം കാട്ടും.
 അവനുടെ  സ്വപ്നത്തിൻ സന്തോഷം  പങ്കിട്ടു
മാതാപിതാക്കളും  ആനന്ദിയ്ക്കും .

വിമാനം  പറത്തുന്ന  സ്വപ്നത്തിൻ  പൂർത്തിക്കായ്
 ചെയ്തവൻ  പരിശ്രമം  വേണ്ടുവോളം
പഠനത്തിൽ  സമർത്ഥനായ് നേതൃത്വഗുണം  കാട്ടി
വിലങ്ങിയവൻ  എങ്ങുമേ  മാതൃകയായ്.

വിധിയുടെ  ക്രൂരമാം   കരങ്ങൾ,  പക്ഷേ 
അവനുടെ  ഭാഗ്യത്തിൽ അമ്പു കയറ്റി.
ഒരു  നാൾ  വിദ്യാലയം  വിട്ടവൻ  പോരുമ്പോൾ
 വഴിയിൽ  കിടന്നൊരു  ഭ്രാന്തൻ  നായ.

കുട്ടികൂട്ടത്തിൻറ്റെ ഇടയിൽ  കയറി  നായ  
അരവിന്ദിൻ ചരണത്തിൽ   ദംശിച്ചുപോയ്.
സമീപേ  സ്ഥിതിചെയ്യും   ആതുരശാലതൻ
 തീവ്രവിഭാഗം  അവനഭയം നൽകി.

ബന്ധുക്കൾ  മിത്രങ്ങൾ  നാട്ടിൽ ജനങ്ങളും
പ്രാർത്ഥനാനിരതരായ്  കാത്തുനിന്നു  .
വരാന്തയിൽ  ശയിക്കുന്ന ഇരിപ്പിടങ്ങൾ  
രാപ്പകൽ  പോക്കുവാൻ സഹായം  ഏകി.


ആരോഗ്യം  അവനിൽനിന്നകന്നുപോയി,
 ഒരു  വാരം അങ്ങിനെ  ഇഴഞ്ഞു  നീങ്ങി.
 അവസാനം ആത്മാവു വിടചൊല്ലി  അവനോടു്
അദൃശ്യമാം  യാനത്തിൽ പറന്നു  പൊങ്ങി.

മാതാവിൻ മിഴിനീരു  വലുതായി പെയ്തിറങ്ങി 
പിതാവോ    അകമേ  ഒരു പെരിയാർ തീർത്തു.
 അച്ഛനന്നേരമൊരു    കളിവിമാനം ഉയർത്തി
ചിതയിൽ  അവനിലേയ്ക്കു ചേർത്തു വച്ചു.