Poems of Mangalaprathaban: #mangalaprathaban's

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Monday, 13 October 2025

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)

Wednesday, 25 September 2024

Unfathomable Love for her mystic smile

Unraveling the elements of my mindless love, I dream of a paradise of harmony.

We smile and begin our voyage.

None brings the blues branding the yellow river.

She sings a melody of her heart.

I melt with her melodious voice.

How do we spice up our love?

Crimson Tide sinks in the Ocean of bliss.

I blink at the horizonless caves of wisdom

dwarfed in my poems.

Symphony smiles at her.

We will splash the blues and resist the urge to spill the beans of yesterday.

Water flows through nothingness.

I am haunted by my chisels of love carving out a chaotic breeze in the world of words.

Her smiles freeze my thoughts forever.

(Copyright: © Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, September25, 2024)

Thursday, 2 May 2024

Blindspots of Love

I smile at them.

Nothing stops us.

We are free to ooze out our nostalgia.

Faint memories of love stick with our hearts.

I love what she is.

She likes what I am.

None spills over the blindspots.

Time ties her up.

I am silent.

She misses the links of my love forever.

Melting the mindless echoes of love,

I speak with the shadows of the past.

Where am I going to?

I don't know the pristine prisms of love.

Crystal balls roll around us.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,May02,2024)

NB: This poem is dedicated to the refugees in Sudan.

Tuesday, 23 April 2024

The Tamarind Tree

Dreadful host of the parted souls, she smiles at those who taste the tamarind.

Flip the foliages to seek the sages.

Mosaic of transition triumphs over the dark web.

A strange Hermit stokes the flames to blush the petals of fecund flowers.

Jasmine blossoms quite early on that day.

Pyramids of Love invoke the blessings of the Mysterious Moon.

Shyness speaks volumes of her lust and love.

The menace of a sudden reverie imposes the museum of artless hearts.

A beggar tricks her to part with her greed.

Sympathies swim with the waves of calmness.

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Saturday, 20 April 2024

Twigs of the Past

I smear the Holy Ash and spill the beans for your timely response.

Nothing dims in the memory lane.

Sanity sinks in my Lemuria of love.

I am not what my shadows sing all around the mirage.

I am not what these rumour mills grind all the time.

Pinnacles of success ink for my smile.

Crimson reaps are lulled with her serene pulls.

Shyness denies her access.

Dried leaves, dipped tea leaves and spilled water are free from your clutches for ever

I wink on myself and spare the blinking light.

Trace the bills of yesteryears in order to swipe the card.

I usurp the fiasco of thy fantasies whenever you want to forge the blues of love.

Hiccups are lost in the null and void.

Sync up with your secret codes of profound euphoria.

Nothing gets credited to replace the nothingness.

Everything dissolves into nothing once for all.

Sly and wry, you smile at your images.

Fly between the Bulls and Lions to dismantle the dwarfdoms.

Hush your cranky loops!

Hackers spin on the dusty pathways.

They are busy with their suggestions.

Halloween parties must be enough for them.

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