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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