Discovery of His Destiny

Silvery Hairs sprout around his goatee.
He sinks in the world of freezing tunes of melting melodies.
Deciphered the blues of a fiancee,
He blinks at her speechless devotion in love.
His Silence smiles at her without any flicks.
Flippant talks boil his heart.
He is emptied out of himself sometimes.
"Who am I in love?" asks his heart.
None knows the fire of love silencing the mind.
He whispers in her ears but she lulls his smooch.

Chirping Mave Mask

Doves fly around all of us in the neighbouring field.
I watch them play with their flock.
Drizzles fill the void of burning soil.
I keep mum and seek the bliss of solitude.
Birds are the heavenly emissaries  of a borderless community.
They slip into the tunnels of darkness.
I cried for the bird caught on the wheel,
as it died all of a sudden.
I failed to see the cause of its suicide.
I witnessed it third time.
My conscience disturbs me .
I am dumbfounded without any reason.
Logic usurps my imagination.
Icing on my reasons,I pilfer the buoyant mechanism.
I am a bird without wings of logic.

Weapons of My Heart

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Weapons of My Heart

I am what I feel sometimes to be,
a few call me Jackie John,
but others a nerd.

A few called me a saint;
but I don't know what to do with those
who call my names for no reason.

Inking the pact of peace...
I know my rise and fall
in everything I do.

How come a fish remains to be a fish all the time in water!
Humility links a million questions on the silence of sorrows.
I kill my vacuum in print.

My pen knows my language of heart and mind.
I want to fly around the world of roses without thorns.

All I know is nothing
but silent sobbing of the wayside beggars,
without food and water...
Waiting for the bliss of autumn of life.

(Copy right: Mangalaprataban Muraleedharan June22,2015)

Blossoms of Philocrisy

Frangrace melts in air with blushing red roses.
I never wink at them.
They link my heart with thy elegance.
I am melting at heart all along my path.

Greenwich cries to limit the time.
I am never lost in time.
I am born to win.
See the tunnels of time bolster our destiny.

Symphonies are born in air without any meaning.
I am known to speak in a world of legacy.
I sign my letters of spirit with the anguish of love,
woven in the fabric of mystery in a mindless quagmire of passion.

Love is always born to beneign gratitude
and the unknown sands of mystic communion,
call upon us to reach the Eternal.
God lives in the hearts of all those wedded with boundless compassion.
(A poem of mangal)
(Copy right:Mangalaprathaban.M June15,2014)

Sinking threats of yellow men

I am not good at bloody path.
We wink and blink at all those
who spare the rod and spoil the child.
Never imitate the past and present.
Keep smiling at everyone and fly with future.
Cry for a while and laugh at the King Midas
who wants to sell iron scraps with golden words.
Never spill the nonsense with urgency.
Create shadow wars of  yesterday and
disown the Messiah of the Past.

Walking at the Dawn

 I walk at the dawn of the day,
 facing the blushing Sun and passing meadows.
Every bird greets me aloud but I walk all alone
and sometimes jog for a while.

Creating lengthy tales of tourism,
I am just walking against the time and wind.
Simple thoughts  freeze my dream 
and siphon my wealth of passion.

There are a few strangers looking at my bluish sky 
and shining Moon in the company of stars.
I am still walking all the way home,
smiling at all who greet me so early.

Lovely day blossoms in the garden of the Mother Earth.
The blessed are those who walk at the dawn.
I remind my beloved mind to plan the day ahead.
My students are the warblers of this melting dawn.

A Poem on Shri Yayati Madan Gopal Gandhi

Philocrisy of His Poems

invoke all our sacred intuitions of ecstasy
beyond the vicissitudes of the Known.

Many of us melt in the showers of his inspiring deeds of spirit,
sculpt at the moment of his discourse,
reverbrating the echoes of Immaculate Oneness.

We sing in the name of Universal Harmony,
as Warblers of Peace rejoicing in the boundless horizon of
Creative Freedom inbuilt in our Artistic Mission.