Pitcure Perfect...

Into the rippled reflection of trees

Painted by autumn, yellow

Dusk falls with a reddish glow

Blessing it, with a purple red halo.

Standing hand in hand

With out a word, In awe

Captivated by the serenity

of nature's picturesque show

A flight of birds across

The now purplish sky

Break the bliss of stillness-

Waking us from our reverie

As we look again and smile

Into that picture now dissolved

But captured in our hearts forever

In a photographic memory

Posessive about My Tears

Discovered an old poem of mine .. Sharing it here.

Posessive about my tears , I was
I kept it to myself safe and rare,
Selfish, I kept it all,
Friends , Nor Foes did see it fall

Possessive about my tears, I was
I stored it safe,Deep in my eyes
Hoarding it in my heart,
Just did't want to see them part

Possessive about my tears, I was,
I looked at them when all alone,
Glistening diamonds in my hands
Shining dew drops on my cheeks

Psessive about my tears, I was,
Until my love, you came along,
Sharing with you ,with out any guise
Those glistening diamonds in my eyes

Pages of my Life

Wholly and Entirely inspired by this amazing post  of my teacher, where she wrote about the Sepia pages of her life.

The pages of my life go on

Immaterial. In consequential.
Meaningless.

With colored reality for yester-years

Pages frayed
From nostalgic wanderings.

Some vivid , picturesque

Others with words in-significant

In tear blurred ink 

The present quickly fades into the past.

The pages turn fast
 As I watch aghast.

Staring at the blank pages ahead

Trying to enjoy each ,
As it unfolds before me.

To savor every moment as it happens

In a vain delusion that
The pen I hold will let me choose
The words  I like

Before it becomes a written page.

Another memory in my past.

Bubbles

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To blow a bubble
Into the deep blue sky
To see it rest perkily
On the yellow green grass
For a moment, reflecting
The colors of your rainbow smile
Before it dissolves away
Softly in the lazy summer sun





To see the excitement
Of every bubble blown
Dancing in the air around
your laughing eyes
To catch them in my  palms
For you, before the Magic stops
To build castles in the air
Of rainbow bubbles
And bask in its momentary glow.
To share the joy of your childhood
And be a child again..

My Most Beautiful Thing

As we traveled silently

On a beautiful springy day

Tender leaves and flowers

Along a lonely  path

Imbibing the beauty

Around me , I smile

Silently humming

A melodious song

I look at him and

He was silent too

Drumming his fingers

In sync with his silent song

Suddenly he sings aloud

The song from my heart

I look at him, Exchanging smiles ,

Singing the melody of our hearts

Reveling in the closeness

That made our hearts sing in sync

In the silent harmony of spring

A most beautiful thing

Wrote this one after being inspired reading many posts on the same topic posted on

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Raindrops

Raindrops , don't stop
As slowly memories trickle
Drop by drop..into my mind's
Closed window pane

Amazed I look through the mist
In blurred vision I see
An umbrella, A smile
A paper boat in the rain

A distant land , wet , green,
The fields , the streams,
The moss covered paths
And the walks in the rain

The smell of the earth
After the first rain
The song of moist cool winds
A Sweet melancholy refrain

Like Knights with lightening swords,
The dark nights thunder by
Clearing up into a beautiful
Black bright Orion lit sky

Waking up with a smile .Refreshed,
Wiping off the soft blurry mist
I want to let the falling raindrops
Fill my heart.. Again.

déjà vu

A kaleidoscope of vibrant colors

Of a thousand scattered pieces

Arranging and re-arranging every second

Into a million beautiful patterns

Like a child,  I watch,mesmerized

By the ever-changing beauty of change

I stand detached as the scattered  

Pieces regroup into patterns strange

I turn the tube in  part hope, part fear

My hands force locked in continuous motion

Turn after turn I move in awe

Driven by the quest for an elusive perfection.

The pieces move again and scatter

Shining in the reflective play of light

To take the exact same place

As they had done once before

A thousand little pieces

In the exact intricate same way

A snapshot from distant memory

That time forgot to take away

It could be a betrayal of the eyes

Lost I stare without a clue

Or was this strange bewilderment

That what they call a déjà vu?

Tell Tale Eyes

Seeing those beautiful eyes in Peeve's blog here , I couldn't resist posting this poem about eyes.

Tell Tale Eyes

Trying to look interested

I smile my best smile

My wandering eyes say I'm bored,

My eyes just won't lie.

Trying to show I'm awake

At the lecturer I smile

My drooping eyes say I'm asleep,

My eyes just won't lie.

Trying to control laughter

I hide it behind my smile

My twinkling eyes show all the mirth,

My eyes just won't lie.

Trying to cover my worry

Nervously I smile

My fretful eyes divulge the fear,

My eyes just won't lie.

Trying to mask my sadness

I try my best to smile

My blinking eyes let slip a tear,

My eyes just won't lie.

Trying to fool those around

I smile and I smile

Oblivious to the fact that,

My eyes just won't lie.

Crazy Voices

The world is buzzing past me
I hear voices all around
Some talking to me ,
Some about me ,
Yet others about things beyond me
In this cackle of voices,
My voice feeble and tremulous
seldom aired, seldom heard
often self muted by the cacophony
Of the loud and senseless
Closing myself to the blaring noise,
Sit down I did to hear my voice
Only to be deafened
By the my own loud  silence
Thoughts took wings and
flew through clouds
Words rained down
with strength never seen
With no rhyme or reason they flowed
With a purpose of expression bold
Looking down at my pen and paper
scattered with senseless chatter
Realizing that my voice unheard
Had metamorphosed into a written word

The blank Stare

The blank stare
That spoke a thousand words
Of sadness and a heavy heart

The blank stare
That shed a thousand unshed tears
Of loneliness and pain

The blank stare
That asked silently wordlessly
For a friendly helping hand

The blank stare
Unfocused at the distant Horizon
Icy numb and oblivious of the fading reality..

Quest

To find my way in a lost world
Without a goal or a destination
Aimlessly I trudge and trundle
Still carrying my heavy bundle

Look inside , a voice reasoned,
Why do you live, what do you want,
Follow your heart and not the crowd
The crowd knows not its wants

Stay away from the rat race
To avoid being a rat?
Will I be called a shy mouse
If I keep me to myself

Questions and Confusion
As I embark on my quest
The answers to which
Will be my supreme test

Kite Without a String

I'd strained my ties till they broke,

I knew I 'd just become free,

Nobody could stop me know

I thought in my glee

Realization struck like a mighty blow

That I was all alone

Though At last I was free

The protection was gone.

When in life , we chafe at ties,

Seldome do we know,

Those ties and chains strong with love

Guide us through and through

When at last the chains are gone,

We dance at freedom new,
But like a kite with out a string
Lose our way, we do!

Waiting...

Just read this  http://questforheaven.blogspot.com/2011/02/rain-on.html by Usha Ma'm on her blog and I'm all back to my favourite muse , the rain.Unfortunately , we have still weeks left before the snow melts and the rain falls.Having experienced it last year , felt like writing about the season here that is sooo different from the rain in kerala. Also put some sleeping beauty into it. Here it is

Waiting...

Pricked by the icy thimble
Life lay sleeping beneath the snow
Bound to slumber by a season's curse
Frozen cold as in death she lay

Winter fairy with hands nimble
Draped all in a white ensemble
A palace of snow and ice prevailed
Protecting her from eyes that pried.

Storms raged above and battles were fought
But the curse did not break and she slept on.
Waiting for her prince and waiting for her kiss
A kiss that would warm and make her alive

Then one day , as it was destined to be,
Some one came from far above ,
The frozen fortress melted away
As his warm hands made their way.

She stirred at his touch, a smile
Upon her cold dry lips she lay,
As drops of rain came pouring down..
Kissing her to life once again

In rememberance of a Friend

A pen with the initials RSM inscribed on it which she used to say she would have inscribed on all the Nokia phones once she became CEO, a box of thoughts(suvisheshams) handed out to any one feeling blue, a big smile for her friends,the asbsolute freedom to say what ever you pleased with out minding the language,and the absolute terrbile way she destroyed the most beautiful songs .That is the Rekha Susan Mani I remember.

I wish I had never seen the mail, never heard the news , never known that she is no more in this world, for I would do anything in the world today to know that the smiling facebook photo is for real and that she is still alive and well.


From a cobweb of memories old,
I can still see your smiling face
Oh thoughts , they come in a flood
flashing scenes in my mind's maze

I remember the smiles , the jokes and fights,
Those rainy nights , when all was dark
I remember the laughter that echoed our room
The clouds too that made our friendships strong

When we parted ways , and you moved away
New friendships came and blocked our way
Time moved on , future beckoned
To distant lands we flew away.

We drifted apart ,as friends would do,
Not keeping in touch as we so promised to
With a pang in my heart , I realise today,
That you are gone for ever ,with angels for friends,

 Now I can see your smiling face,
in my mind ,clearer than ever before,
As I close eyes and let tears fall,
To grieve for a friend forever lost.

പൊന്നോമന

കരിമിഴിയില്‍ കൌതുകവും
കൈവിരലില്‍ കുസൃതികളും
കളമൊഴിയില്‍  കൊഞ്ചി വരും
കളിപ്പാവ  കുഞ്ഞു വാവ

പൂവിതളാം  നിന്‍  കവിളില്‍
ഇള  മഞ്ഞിന്‍  തുള്ളികളോ
ചിരി മാഞ്ഞൊരു  ചെന്ചോടിയില്‍
 അലിവോലും  ഗദ്ഗദമോ
 നീ  നിനയ്‌ക്കും  വിഭവങ്ങള്‍
നിനക്കുണ്ണാന്‍    സ്വാദ് ആയി      
ഉറങ്ങാനായി  താരാട്ടും
നിന്‍  പാവകുട്ടികളും   

എല്ലാം    ഞാന്‍  കൊണ്ട്  തരാം
നിന്‍  കൂടെ  കൂട്ടിരിക്കാം
മുഖ  പുഷ്പം  വിടരനായി
നെഞ്ജോരം  ഒമാനിക്കാം
കണ്ണാ നിന്‍  പുഞ്ചിരിയോ
 പൂക്കനിയെന്‍  ഇട  നെഞ്ചില്‍
എന്നും  നീ  ചിരി   ചൊരിയൂ
എന്‍  ഹൃദയത്തിന്‍  വിഷുക്കണിയായി    

Phoenix Song of Seasons

The Song of four seasons
Played from time imemmorial,
The story of life and birth
Of youth and death and rebirth

Those tender green leaves and grass
sprouting up in an earth so fresh
feasting on the first spring rains
Offspring from the white winter egg

How fast they grow , how fast they grow
into the splendour of summer youth
The aura of strength, the brightness of sun,
the fragrance of flowers, the music of birds.

Alas such beauty can never last
Such is the spell that nature casts
From the egg, the phoenix born,
There comes a time for its fire to burn

Down comes the Fall, the color of fire
Burning down trees in nature's ire
Blazing flames consumes the green
Soon Yellows and red are only seen

The fire dies down, the ashes remain
burnt phoneix feather,Charred and brown,
dead leaves let go from trees so bare
buried in the earth's coffin of snow.

But the phoneix song of seasons,
It will be played again
From the white winter egg
Life will sprout again.

Such is the tale of nature
Such is the circle of life
The phoenix of poetic dreams
Rising from ashes into a whole new life

Memories-An old poem

In a old dusty cupboards,
Forgotten memories lay
The remnants of a distant past,
All packed out of way

With a distant scent of nostaligia,
I opened the attic door.
Oh! what would I find there
In that antique store

Old albums and photos rare,
half destroyed by damp
Books that once I never kept down,
Now with dusty book worm stamp

Old dolls with broken limbs
And dresses worn and torn,
Those well dressed toys of yore,
Thrown away in scorn

I scanvenged through the rubble ,
remembering the days old,
The hand made greetings cards,
The badge of secret society bold

Letters that the postman brought,
postcards and inlands blue,
Satin ribbons and knitting,
threads of every hue,

Hobbies started , abandoned,
Playthings I outgrew,
All were stored and safe
Stacked out of view

As I put everything back,
It brought back a smile
These memories of mine,
Would stay with me a while

Friends and Cousins

Revenge Undone

Winds of Hurt and hatred blew
My heart and mind they burst
All of me wanting to hurt back
The one who broke my trust

Weapons Wild I made to whirl
With words picked and sharpened in woe
Dreams I had in angry glee
Planning Revenge for my hurt ego

Day and night, I nursed my wound
For the day we met again
To return the same back in kind
I hoped and prayed in vain

Then one day , I got my chance
He came in sight once more
Oft rehearsed words then failed my tongue
As a look of indifference he wore

The childhood days of love had gone
The hurt and hatred too
For he was now a different man
A stranger beneath the face I knew

Not looking at him as I went away
My feelings with out a vent
How could I hurt, who cared no more
Love and hate , my heart's torment

Your Silence

Why do I feel sad

For Some one's silence
When there was no fight
No harsh words sent
Why does it make me hurt
If there is no answer,
A milion Excuses I make
For the life's busy takes
Why do I still expect
that one day the silence will break
When each word I say,
is just another word lost

Why do try to start
a futile conversation again
When my heart's so full
With the silence you gave

Why do I want the reason
if not to clear myself
That knowingly or not
If reason for silence is me