LOVE AND LOVERS

                             

                               LOVE AND LOVERS


What the winter has done to the blossoms of the fields
I have done to you.
What the Autumn has done to the blooming gardens
You have done to me.
I caressed you the way
The lands sought the streams
You embraced me
As the ripples have embraced the the banks.
My endeared, the love we have
Are we lovers or corals?

May be the Lotus have opened
Their eyes before I have seen you.
May be the moon has arisen before,
I started talking to you.
I never knew anything,
Till you have fulfilled in me.
My thoughts are the Lotus pond
And  my dreams are the milky way of the moon.
What kind of love is this my beloved?
Me the honied moon and you the Lotus pond?

May be the flowers started blooming
Before I knew you.
May be the doves  have been flying in the sky
Before you diffused in me.
I knew nothing till I first met you.
When did the  flowers bloom in me,
And the doves commenced  crooning in me?
What is this love, my precious
Are we the blossoms or the white doves?

I have seen in my dreams those lovely dales,
Those dreamy vineyards
Those chavok trees on the hills,
The tiny springs which forms the  stream
The roses that clad the slumbering hills
as blankets
The soul of the pink sun kissing the lovely mounts...
What kind of love is this, my beloved?
Are you the mounts and me the kissing sun?

Whatever I have sung all this time
Was about you and around you.
Whatever I was seeking
Were the paths you strided on.
Till this moment  there was no moonlight for the day.
From now onwards each evening will be
Resplendent with the love of the sun
And the moon merging together.
What kind of love we have beloved?
Are we now a pair of swans
swimming in the pond of love?

We are the birds chirping
In the nest of a tree somewhere.
We are the  blue blossoms on the hillside
Let the tree, its branches
And the nest  remain perpetually
Let us not shrivel away the blue flowers.
What is this love, my beloved;
Are we the blossoms and the birds?

No forests, no deserts
In the land I wake you up, there is no roof;
The floor is not paved
Where I am making you sleep,
I am there, with enough of my retrospections
There is rain underneath the sky you are
With the flowery rainbow,and the stars to keep company.
What is this love my beloved?
Are we the stars that fell in the earth?

I have seen the depth of the sea
And its bluish tinge in your look.
I heard in your words the ocean
Of love and tenderness.
I sang in an unknown language
In a tune we have never heard.
I drew unseen pictures
In colours that bears no name.
What is this love my beloved?
Are we those pictures we painted?

My love for you is the yearnings
for me to live more
And your loving me is the inner truth of  my life
While I wait for your coming,
My shadow will always accompany me too.
May be our shadows were also lovers as we are
What is this my beloved?
Are we dragonflies of love?.

Did those hilly ranges hear our talk about love?
Did anyone in this garden see our sharing of love?
Let the hilly ranges of this area be deaf without ears.
And those earthen lamps blind and without eyes.
What is this, my beloved
Are we those bowers which never tasted the summer?...

You have taught me to remember only you
You taught me drawing near to you and love you much.
Are not you  the distance separating the strand and the horizon
Are not you the depth of the sea in a conch of the ocean.
What is this my darling,
The oyster in me has rendered a white pearl?

The flowers and  butter turned like petals
In us and blossomed as love.
Like the nectar dripping from petals
It sweetened our relation of love.
The love in us has till now dispersed its fragrance
We are the floret and should never wither
What is this my beloved,
Are we eternal lovers in this earth?

Based on PRANAYAM   [LOVE]~ by ONV

MY SILENCE.

    MY SILENCE...

Would your two luminous eyes ever fill wIth tear drops?

And your silent gasps will become decisive life source?

And those clouded memories that fell into the darkness

Become the vital source of your being alive?

My silence.... my silence....

I have become the bright full moon of your sleeping nights,

Giving my spirit, pledging it for you, I stood as a sentry.

   

Did you wake up when I caressed you in the morning light?

You have risen into my mind as a golden feather in my dreams.

Would my mind ever become sluggish?

And remain in the path of life without any swing.

Have the teardrops now kissed your cheeks?

My soul is yearning for you at this moment.....

GIVE ME A DROP OF LOVE.

GIVE ME A  DROP OF LOVE.....

A drop of love, if you can just give me

I will give it back to you as a torrential rain..

You turn into a little shade and fill me in,

And I will nurture it and make it a seductive

Jungle and keep it for me eternally.

You pick up a handful of flowers and hand it over to me

I can make an interminable spring out of that.

You pour out a drop of sweetness on my tongue

A BLOSSOM OF SUNSHINE

    A BLOSSOM OF SUNSHINE

In the words which I coveted to pronounce

Did you ever find in it, the honey that

You sought to imbibe.

Those uttered words filled with sweet love

Desired to soar up like a butterfly

The heart coveted to spread its wings,

The blossoms also yearned to fly like the butterflies

The tender whisper of your love diffuse

In my ears the sweet pang of affection.

I am waiting with thirst in my heart to

Imbibe the sacred water of your love,

You will pour in to the palm of my hand.

The nature has spread a canopy

Over us, for the consummation of our love.

I was waiting for this luscious moment in my life

That could bring the tingle in your bosom

Like a garland of jasmine buds .

The ecstatic soul suspiring to pour

The honey, beckoning you to come

Into the meadow, where the moonlight

Has blossomed and whispering into your soul...

WHO IS IN CHARGE

WHO IS IN CHARGE?

Heaven and hell remains 

On both sides of 
Time - 
An ocean!

Which side is heaven? 
Here or on the other side
Of this uncharted ocean of epoch? 
A riddle!

If humans were created by god, 
I have a question,
For Him to answer me truthfully!
“Why did you give this island of mud, 
In the sea of poignant tears, 
To us, in the Beginning?”

If we were created by the Devil, 
Let me ask him only once, 
A very pertinent information!
“What made you to come to heaven 
And offer us a fruit, and tempt us to eat it; 
To throw us away?
Into this macabre ocean, of woes and grief?”

We know, both of you will keep mute,
Because you never thought, humans
Are that adept, to adapt to this Mother Nature;
And question the purity of your intentions.
Instead you were making us guinea pigs,
For your amusement, and enjoyment.
And still your mirth continues, with a sinister look.
We toil, starve, weep, grope, curse and perish!
You have also become helpless like us, now… 

Let us both look at each other and amuse! 

TEMPEST OF LIFE

                           




When and where do you find
Happiness in our small life?
When do you find agonizing grief?
When the illusion of dreams disseminate,
What is the significance and implication,
Of desires?
Ambitions?
Aspirations?
Where is frustration?
Where is ecstasy?

We learn to smile through weeping and crying!
We learn to walk by stumbling down many a times!
We become adept in forgetting, and ignoring.
Through lessons, in loving others.
And learn to betray and deceive also by
Defrauding our very own conscience, and values.

Where is truth?
Where is enlightenment?
Where is darkness?
Where is affection and sincerity?
How can we discern the light of the dawn or dusk,
When a curtain of smog, has befallen before us?

When we walk under the hot sunlight
We covet for a cool shade for refuge.
And while resting there, we forget the intensity
Of the heat, in the cruel rays of the summer sun.
We always forget ourselves in our shelter,

And inadvertently enter the sea of unhappiness
To drown in desperation, grief and woes…

ETHEREAL MELODIES.

 ETHEREAL  MELODIES.

Somewhere in the month of January

When the nature was under the canopy

Of a haze that came down from the lofty hills,

You entered as a tiny reverie, with a handful of

Pretty white blossoms, like a tear in 

The swollen eyes, of the moist mind.

That day even our shadows leaned

On the rain sodden wings of my mind;

And you listened through the dreams

The tunes my fingers strived to figure out.

Let us share the woes of a pretty butterfly

Scorching its wings, on the flame of baffling afflictions.

You perched in my soul, as a tear swelled eye;

Even your snigger rained out, on the swishing

Sea of my heart, densely on that day.

Then I waddled into the music that rolled out

Of your mouth in its cadence,

Turning it into a celestial ensemble.

I will emerge now looming like the morning sun

In the valley of the blooming dawn

And remain there for eternal moments....

LET'S LAUGH

LET’S LAUGH…

My mind takes you in with every word

Dropped from thy lips

I anticipate the moment

I gain access to your soul.

I love the pain you speak;

It mirrors my own..

You tell it so beautifully

I feel I've finally gained control of

The demon that haunts us both,

Drowns in our company

Under this new light, this moonlight...

We finally conquer them all

I hesitate no more and reveal my true self

You do the same and promise no more games...

Our past lives were lame

Now new lives we claim

We laugh together, then cry together

Then we laugh once again

MORNING GLORY

              



            MORNING GLORY….

In the silent chorus of dawn

I bask in the glow

Of your last embrace

And on the paving stones

Of longing, I tread impatiently

Towards our next encounter.

Your gift nestles proud

Between my breasts, intertwined

Pearls of love, and light.

While nature wraps

Her grief with artfulness

In the lustre of a gemstone

PAINT ME A PICTURE

                                                                                            

PAINT ME A PICTURE

Paint me a picture,

won't you?

Of not any images,

but words that trickle

out of your lips.

The light that shines

in your eyes,

in the dark hours.

A picture of love and

its tender shower.

The unsaid vows that

beat in the hearts.

The warmth that you

give to my veins.

The tingle in the spine,

the blush on my

cheeks.

The aura around me,

that on me,

you bestowed.

The moment, when the

heart missed a beat,

and the window left open,

Through which my

heart flew away

to you.

The moment, when I lost

myself,

and found us.

Paint me a picture, won't you...

of the unexplained feelings

and the unleashed emotions?

But don't pick up the brush,

and don't mix colours in your

palette and don't you look

for a bare canvas...

Paint on my heart, my soul

and my skin...

The colours of your love

 and let me be totally

tinted by your hues...

Paint on me a picture,

unseen by others...

Won’t you?

The colours of you...

and let me be totally

tinted by your hues...

Paint on me a picture,

unseen by others...

won't you?

                

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS!

I hate highbrows and hypocrites.

But love white cladded maidens

On their way to church, on a Sunday.

I like fast Cars and fast drivers;

But hate to travel in a public transport bus;

And travel to the end of the world with a companion

Who shares the same interest with me.

I like to eat the lunch from a pack

Bound in banana leaf, with curd and lime pickle

On top of cooked rice and French fried potato in coconut oil;

Walk through lush green paddy fields

In the morning sun and a chilling breeze.

Listen to love songs of yester years,

Brimming with innocent and vibrant love.

Read space and science fictions

And spy thrillers and crime stories.

I like those who dislike me,

Like Remya, who nailed me on the cross,

And pray “Father, she knows not what

She is doing; forgive her trespass.”

 Kunjubi

A MIGRATORY BIRD

A MIGRATORY BIRD

I wish if the lamp could  extend its wick a little more
To brighten  and give a little more light
Just to ward off  the darkness that pervade
Masking the mind ,from disintegrating.
And tranquilise my weary dreams collapsing
In the alleys of the merciful darkness.
You have come to the rainsodden nest
Of my heart , without me knowing it
And roosted there like the migrating bird.
You went away without telling me
At a most delicate and subtle moment
On a day that was filled with ecstasy
And inexplicable felicity beaming around.
Do you feel the quivering  of a painful feather
On one of your splendored wings now?
Like a glistening dandy pearl resting in the mist,
That is blotted away by the morning daylight,
You diffuse as an ache from a sore wound
On the  walls of my soul from that desolate moment.
A dolorous and despondent melancholy permeates..............

TOGETHER

TOGETHER

The world outside looks so big to me

I'm only eight weeks old you see

I belong to this beautiful mom who loves me.

I curl under  her long big ear as she sleeps

Her hand holds onto my paw as I watch her sleep

Golden curls that bounce as she walks

A smile that lights up when she talks.

If I look sad it's because I am now

I'm feeling worried.

She loves me loads 

I know she does, she wouldn't go and leave me

My mom cried, when I said goodbye, but 

I was a brave little kitten

I know one day God will send my mom

But today I know, I am in her safe hands.

Mother is only one 

She is every where for every one

Only the appearance of mother maybe changed..

But her color of mother hood remains the same.

O' oh here she is running down the path,

She's looking straight at me

OOPS! mind the pot on the window sill 

Don't want to knock that off

One jump, and I'm heading for the door 

As I hear her footsteps 

She does love me, I knew she did, but 

I had my doubts to be sure.

How warm it feels in her loving arms 

As she makes a fuss of me

My mom would be so happy 

If she could see me now

I was the last one to leave her you see, 

No one wanted me

Now I'm here with all the love 

A little cat could ever see.

ONCE UPON A TIME

                        



                        ONCE UPON A TIME



Once upon a time, some one came this way

Peddling  dreams embittered by tears.

Seeking this earth, he wandered  through

The island  of Love, carrying a message from Paradise,


He presented those sweet melodies to this

Evergreen planet for its folks to sing - his epistles.

He kept waiting for someone on the lonely shores

Of the deep blue sea, whose endless distress

Mingled with the  yonder sky, waiting interminably.

Gazing at the  wandering clouds carrying errands

Filled with rapturous ecstasy of  love to the  heavens;

All the while clinging to the star spangled  galaxies.


He filled his goblets,muzzling his ambrosial memories

Through every pubs of the night, kept open with

Its undying flames for its inmates, many a times..


Your memory is dripping down  in the seven notes

Of music incessantly  and eternally -

About the stranger who came once upon a time…

NECTAR

                                           NECTAR

Did you ever find the honey that

You sought to imbibe, in the words

I coveted to pronounce?

Those uttered words filled with sweet love,

Desired to soar up like a butterfly, as

The heart coveted to spread its wings, and

The blossoms yearned to fly with them.

The tender whisper of your love, diffuse

In my ears,  the sweet passion of affection.

I am waiting with ardour in my heart to

Imbibe the sacred water of your love,

You will pour in to the palm of my hand.

The nature has spread a canopy

Over us,  for the consummation of our love.

I was waiting for this luscious moment in my life,

That could bring the tingle in your bosom,

Like a garland of jasmine buds.

The ecstatic soul suspiring to pour

The honey, beckons you to come

Into the meadow, where the moonlight

Has blossomed and is whispering into your soul...

~.Kunjubi    04 Nov. 2014

A BUNDLE OF MEMOIRS

                                                        

                  A  BUNDLE OF MEMOIRS

Which is that passion that hasten to

Turn into clouds and drip down as a rain?

Which is that note that  remains in the heart

As a gossamer emotion of a  sentiment?

Love blossoms as a  poem as the breeze

fondles the  passions with a finger touch.

Many a dawn saw me sitting down

Veiled by the morning mist, despondently

Remembering those sunny moments we had

Together, when you and me were  neighbours.

Now the resplendent evening,  whispers

Into my  ears that we both  have become

Victims of separation from our beloveds.

I used to sit under the Gulmohur trees ablaze

With fiery blossoms at  the entrance of Spring

Thinking of you, and engrossed in reveries.

The Providence  has decreed  that we should

Never  be together as we desired, and thus

We had to part, carrying the rucksack

Of our memoirs, tread in our own paths

and occasionally lick

Them like a dog licking its wounds.

INVITATION

                                 



                                

                         INVITATION

Come my beloved.. the weather is changing now

The sandalwood showering moonlight will fade now.

Remove the facade of your veil and allow me

To see your face and my yearning will be tranquilized.


'Call her, my friends! ,let her come here


And her presence will relieve me from

The malady affecting me now.
.
If you are not coming, just send me a letter

At least, so that I can feel better with

Your adoring message for the time being.

Do hold the tresses of your dress, lest it should

Fall off and obliterate your face;

And I won't be able to enjoy the splendour.

The moon light that enter in my courtyard

Will leave tomorrow if you are not here


The arrogant wind that blows through your house

May bring the dust and cover my face then.

My Darling.. fall in love with someone

And your life will change its direction and

You will realize the beauty of love then.