Saturday 21 December 2019

The Tarot Reader

Icing on the cake, I fly with her lovey-dovey words of wisdom.
Knocked on the door,She slips away.
Sarcasm silences you for a while.
She is cast herself in sarcasm,
When I travel to a beneign spot without her.
Her absence flicks off all of a sudden.
Silky smooth is her presence.
Triumphs of life are out of bounds to block the barriers.
Miniature paintings boost my memory of the past.
I shirk myself and share the links of the heritage.
"Let us be butterflies of love,"says the Tarot reader.
Assumption drinks all the reasons to season itself.
I am a fleecy  cloud on her horizon with rainbow packs.

(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,
22December,2019)

Saturday 7 December 2019

Shades of My Shyness



Lips stick with words of love.
Driving my passions brighten my binoculars of life.
Strident but slow...
Crazy cosiness costs my love.
I am out of bounds for her.

She smears the rainbow to bridge her gift of gap.
The lady of luck mixes her stains of love.
The bush of love imitates the sizzling roses.
Blushing pedals slip away from my hands.
I am thoughtful of her lovey-dovey smiles.

Salty whispers of sweat boils my body.
I am nothing for her solace of love.
Everything in me longs for her company.
Slipping the dews of destiny,
Mavericks of love block my strangeness.
Listening to the tunes of heart, I spill my beans.

(Copy right: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, December 07,2019)

Triumphs of Love



Tears drop down my cheeks...
Silencing the psyche of a dogma inks a new beginning.
Crayons of love can draw a zone of bliss.
I use them to colour the blank sheets of my day.
Bound to be boundless in the blues.
Gripping the tales of the past,
I drink the essence of eternity...

I have not been a man of enigmas.
She grasps my destiny for ever.
My profoundness minds the mindless communion of hearts and minds.
Sky litters its rainbow across her horizon.
I zeroed myself out of the clasps of tradition.
'Love thyself,' echoes my heart.
How will I get to her zone of love?

(Copy right: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, December 07,2019)

Wednesday 2 January 2019

Scarecrows of Red

Scarecrows dance in the whirlwind  all the while.
Tricks of mindless maniacs pilfer the imperial narratives.
Creationism is all about the need to understand the unknown antecedents.
Shirk away from the blinkers of rationality.
Whisk yourself from traditional dogma too.
"Be Thyself!
Limit your primacy of perceptions within the walls of Thy mind!"

The blues glue my mind sometimes...