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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Trespassing the blues

Trespassing the blues

I smiled at her synthetic smile.

My mind becomes an epicentre of her symbiotic mutation.

Our minds spill the ocean of love without an easy swing.

Shyness urges her filibuster smirk to melt with our conversations.

A mad architect ques up his sculpt of love in nothingness.

I don't know how to make him revel in it.

Spaceless blinks sync with my creed and deeds.

I shadow myself in my blues.

Where are we today?

Commotion at its best calls my love forever.

Lost her shadows in nothingness.

My poems live with her love.

(Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Nov01,2025)

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Dreaming the bubbles in blues

Dreaming the bubbles in blues

There are sailors sailing beyond the shores of love;

The bearded poet sees the blushing lulls of his imagination to bully my logic.

He is a creative person who hoists the flag of legitimacy.

Dreams fill the void and blink at us.

The beams of love dry him up.

She is a passionate musician singing a lullaby for the forlorn dog and cat at home.

Michael Angelo fires his shots on a canvas.

Paintings live today to enact the moment.

I am a seeker.

My mind is silent.

Bubbles of light and shadows of the past 

swing around the Aristotles of the East.

I dare to dream for all.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, October 13,2025)

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Tracing the bliss of love

Tracing the bliss of love

I smile at what I have lost for ever.

Nothing much remains the same without her.

I know myself with her wings of poesy.

I live in a world of chaotic freeze enshrined in my imaginative sculpt of poems.

My truth is textual all the time.

I couldn't decode what happens in love.

She is my soul while drinking the elixir of love.

Her blushing eyes mimic my poise for insane intimacy.

What is the Zebra line between the chasm and chaste longing?

My shadows spill on the way ahead with the blinking bulls of seclusion.

How do I know the taunting rein of the lust?

I am a vegabond caught up with the whirlwind of mundane life.

My poems breathe in ecstasy to embrace her bewitching eyes.

Monalisa smiles at me from the replica hanging on the wall.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Oct04,2025)

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Shredding the Coconut Shell

Shredding the Coconut Shell 

Every day, we make it a routine to eat our delicacies with coconut.

Taste buds demand its hegemony over everything on my plate.

I relish the coconut chutney with Idli and Dosa.

Mindless paths of my wisdom speak louder than the marathon campaigns of political jokers.

I speak my mind all the time.

Every time, a new coconut falls on the Earth.

I spill my wishes to her now and then.

Coconuts are so common here.

She remains silent in the coconut groove.

My sweet dreams get diluted with the coconut oil.

I smell it with the inevitable longing.

I break the coconut shell occasionally,

scripting my magic of love.

I pray to the Almighty to nourish the coconut.

Nothing much has changed with our longing for the coconut milk.

I speak with the trees quite often.

Who cares for the trees yielding all that they want?

My love is lost in the shell.

(Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, September 29,2025)

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Pilgrimage to the Holy Hills

Pilgrimage to the Holy Hills 

I invoke the bliss of communion.

None can stay relevant in the world of time.

Changes smirk at you.

Crystal clear thoughts spring up.

Brainy bins blink at you.

Birds chirp in the early dawn.

I listen to their lovely conclave occasionally.

Silence sweeps through the world.

Is it a rhythm of the Cosmos?

I keep chanting and walking with my team.

Heavens open!

"Stay still in the eyes of the world!

Better knock on your egoistic splurge!", says the Hermit.

You can rely on the petals of love.

Stringent blinks sync with the Heartless mind!

Pampa flows out of the benedictions of the Lord Ayyappa.

Lush green vicinity spills the elixir.

Everyone wakes up to worship Shri Dharmasastha.

I wash away my sins once in a while.

Swamy Saranam! Om Swamiye Saranam Ayyappa!

(Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, September 20,2025)

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