A speaking parrot

A speaking parrot

I understand everything,

 when the parrot speaks

in silence and calls for help.

Helpless am I in the ocean of knowledge 

born out of mindless communion 

with her blissful smile.

I have shared the twists and turns of 

a gullible monkey caught up with 

rumour mongering.

I speak with the parrot 

lost in insane animosity.

Dug deep into the roots of love

and lust for the fathomless festival

of crackling snakes,

 who usurp the blues 

in black and white.

Watermelons and blueberries 

are sliced up to touch her tastebuds.

A saint of the sinners 

has lost the way 

after a game of thrones.

Vanished in the blink of 

an eye but his vanity 

decries the last days of his babbel.

The Queen of all his parrots 

dances to his tunes.

His whims and fancies 

fill the void of his egoistic splurge.

(Copyright: © Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Nov03,2026)

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Cheap nuts

Cheap nuts

Grounded in the flimsy floral design.

Her embroidery syncs with my love.

I don't buy nuts and bolts for her sense.

She tells me," be sensible!" 

I am senseless in my longing.

Eclipsing her silence, I paint my shadows in words.

Heartless melancholy dwarfs my wishes.

I trick my mind to blink beyond the blues.

Nothing is so easy.

Something is fine with my rainbows.

I am always immersed in my bliss.

Shyness lives in my longing for ever.

Connecting the dots, I mesmerise my wishes.

Childish it appears for her.

Her life is flamboyant in love.

My breath is always cocooned in poetry.

( Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, October 24,2026)

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The Red chilli

The Red chilli

I know how hot you are;

A few things look green at first. 

You become red soon. 

A lingering love for the red is left in green. 

I become red when I slice you up. 

Spicy lips and tongue collude with one another. 

I don't lick the past in your presence. 

Slick talks simmer on nothingness. 

Chilli pepper dances on his dulcet tongue.

Honeymoon hatches a playful duplicity.

Shylock sinks in the world of lethargic allusion.

Goldmines of Goose Kingdom smack their lips.

Drooling over the dumbfounded dragon,

Cyrus wants to be a living monster.

Caesar's wife is not beyond the black poison.

Othello of dwarfdom dips in the Waterloo.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, October 22,2026)

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The Sidewalk

The Sidewalk

The Moon mimics the blushing rays of the Sun;

Her shades of love spin on my mind.

I am mooning on her tumultuous grim.

Singing the music of my soul, I buy time against the timeless oneness.

Where are we going now?

Synergy is frozen for a moment.

Triumphs of love echo in my heart.

I walk away from the darkest episodes of the past.

Minding my words of caution, she becomes a shadow of mine.

Why do we wait for time to spell the day?

Nothing is chosen by you and me.

Time is destiny bolstered on the sedate seclusion.

We wait on the sidewalk.

She stands by my crazy clicks.

I wink at the sizzling leaves of love.

The sidewalk is the only testimony of our duet.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, January 05,2026)

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(NB: This poem is purely imaginative.)

The Silent Monk

The Silent Monk

Everyone knows the monk in him;

He is totally fine with himself!

Nothing changes so easily.

Love smiles at the limericks of the past.

Mutation inks them a bill.

Chaos inches towards the towers of bliss.

The blues of her yesteryears call her up for seclusion.

Hilarious scenes of merry-making buy some time to be away from the busy work.

Winking on the voyage of love, a beggarly lady mutters nothing.

Crimson clothes crumble on her head.

I understand the blinking bulls of today.

Why do we face a wall between isolation and seclusion?

Emptiness irks us for a while.

Cracks sit on the wallpapers and slice them up.

None wants to meet the monk within...

(Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan December 09,2025)

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Glaciers of Yesteryears

Glaciers of Yesteryears 

A Sage lives in the Himalayas.

He longs for the yellow metal in the fiasco.

Yellow trees are found everywhere;

Necromancy inches in the world of work.

Cyber intelligence irks our data privacy.

Triumphant over the blinking spills,

Shylock cries fowl.

Every Tycoon ties up with Shylock.

Glaciers of Gold melt in their eyes.

Dark web dries his wealth in Fintech.

Barbed wires are littred around his hideout.

The craft is not yet buried in the mindless paths.

We become spinners to win over the hearts.

Desdemona spices up our conversations.

Mellowed lullaby soothes the soul.

(Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, Nov21,2025)

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A Lime Tree

A Lime Tree

Lizards live there on the roof of a thatched hut, 

waiting for a delicious dinner of flies around.

Simpletons smirk around the noisy bustle of a suburb;

Masking the riches,

 the bluestone shines on his middle finger.

Muses moon around his blinking spills of love.

A lime tree dances with the whirlwind.

It is a solo dance in communion with the sizzling leaves.

The Orchestra of the universe dwarfs the foils of the sorrowful vegabonds.

Bullied by a few cockroaches, 

a few ants look for sugary syrup occasionally.

"Trust the flow of the snow!", a toothless lady mutters.

Buddha stays in silence.

Everything is in disarray;

The mood of Monalisa strangulates a vegabond's lullaby.

The Child of Innocence is born again,

to stay put with the noisy multitudes.

( Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Nov13,2025)

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