Poems of Mangalaprathaban: #mangalaprathaban

Saturday, 4 October 2025

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)

Sunday, 28 September 2025

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.

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