Saturday 26 September 2015

Discovery of His Destiny

Silvery Hairs sprout around his goatee.
He sinks in the world of freezing tunes of melting melodies.
Deciphered the blues of a fiancee,
He blinks at her speechless devotion in love.
His Silence smiles at her without any flicks.
Flippant talks boil his heart.
He is emptied out of himself sometimes.
"Who am I in love?" asks his heart.
None knows the fire of love silencing the mind.
He whispers in her ears but she lulls his smooch.

Thursday 24 September 2015

Chirping Mave Mask

Doves fly around all of us in the neighbouring field.
I watch them play with their flock.
Drizzles fill the void of burning soil.
I keep mum and seek the bliss of solitude.
Birds are the heavenly emissaries  of a borderless community.
They slip into the tunnels of darkness.
I cried for the bird caught on the wheel,
as it died all of a sudden.
I failed to see the cause of its suicide.
I witnessed it third time.
My conscience disturbs me .
I am dumbfounded without any reason.
Logic usurps my imagination.
Icing on my reasons,I pilfer the buoyant mechanism.
I am a bird without wings of logic.

Monday 22 June 2015

Weapons of My Heart

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    Weapons of My Heart
    I am what I feel sometimes to be,
    a few call me Jackie John,
    but others a nerd.
    A few called me a saint;
    but I don't know what to do with those
    who call my names for no reason.
    Inking the pact of peace...
    I know my rise and fall
    in everything I do.
    How come a fish remains to be a fish all the time in water!
    Humility links a million questions on the silence of sorrows.
    I kill my vacuum in print.
    My pen knows my language of heart and mind.
    I want to fly around the world of roses without thorns.
    All I know is nothing
    but silent sobbing of the wayside beggars,
    without food and water...
    Waiting for the bliss of autumn of life.
    (Copy right: Mangalaprataban Muraleedharan June22,2015)