Drinking the lees of life!

 I am absolutely drunk with passion of love and life.

Life is  a rainbow sparkling with intuitive excellence.

Creation spies on the created realities lost in nothingness.

Wardrobes are of no use, as one can never stifle the voice of the voiceless.

Echoes of eternity call me up for a change.

Mirrors of mystery cry aloud;

I am a mirror for my friends and mystic for others at home.

Something is unknown with everyone.

Challenges are burst with balloons of celebration.

Ducks and cocks are cuckolding sometimes without much of a hullabaloo.

Sniggers sink in my heartless mind.

I am a boundless ocean of poetry flowing everywhere,

whisking all that I have in whispers.

Love needs luck to click the flicks.

I am a Socrates bullied by Lemurian Wisdom.

(Copyright:Mangalparathaban Muralidharan, April01,2022)

The Tarot Reader

Icing on the cake, I fly with her lovey-dovey words of wisdom.
Knocked on the door,She slips away.
Sarcasm silences you for a while.
She is cast herself in sarcasm,
When I travel to a beneign spot without her.
Her absence flicks off all of a sudden.
Silky smooth is her presence.
Triumphs of life are out of bounds to block the barriers.
Miniature paintings boost my memory of the past.
I shirk myself and share the links of the heritage.
"Let us be butterflies of love,"says the Tarot reader.
Assumption drinks all the reasons to season itself.
I am a fleecy  cloud on her horizon with rainbow packs.

(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,
22December,2019)

Shades of My Shyness

Lips stick with words of love.
Driving my passions brighten my binoculars of life.
Strident but slow...
Crazy cosiness costs my love.
I am out of bounds for her.

She smears the rainbow to bridge her gift of gap.
The lady of luck mixes her stains of love.
The bush of love imitates the sizzling roses.
Blushing pedals slip away from my hands.
I am thoughtful of her lovey-dovey smiles.

Salty whispers of sweat boils my body.
I am nothing for her solace of love.
Everything in me longs for her company.
Slipping the dews of destiny,
Mavericks of love block my strangeness.
Listening to the tunes of heart, I spill my beans.

(Copy right: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, December 07,2019)

Triumphs of Love

Tears drop down my cheeks...
Silencing the psyche of a dogma inks a new beginning.
Crayons of love can draw a zone of bliss.
I use them to colour the blank sheets of my day.
Bound to be boundless in the blues.
Gripping the tales of the past,
I drink the essence of eternity...

I have not been a man of enigmas.
She grasps my destiny for ever.
My profoundness minds the mindless communion of hearts and minds.
Sky litters its rainbow across her horizon.
I zeroed myself out of the clasps of tradition.
'Love thyself,' echoes my heart.
How will I get to her zone of love?

(Copy right: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, December 07,2019)

Scarecrows of Red

Scarecrows dance in the whirlwind  all the while.
Tricks of mindless maniacs pilfer the imperial narratives.
Creationism is all about the need to understand the unknown antecedents.
Shirk away from the blinkers of rationality.
Whisk yourself from traditional dogma too.
"Be Thyself!
Limit your primacy of perceptions within the walls of Thy mind!"

The blues glue my mind sometimes...

My Mindless Shadows

I wonder at my shadows as they don't have any shade of being all that I am.
Many glance at it as if I am one with all these pigments of their imagination.
I never paint their vision alarmingly as they tend to usurp their mirages.
My heart knows all that I am.
I remain all that I am in a world of oneness.

My Shadows speak among themselves;
They are helpless in helping me to thrash out of all the sinister designs.
I drench my mind in a flow of thoughtless sedation of meditation.
I lose my identity while I listen to the songs of devotion.
Who am I to construct the atoms of my mind?

Oh! Guruvayoorappa!
Grace of Thee can enlighten my voyage of life!
My silence engulfs everything.
I am silent but my mind brims with a flood of light and love.
The Lord smiles at you only when you seek him in your spiritual solace.

(Copyright:Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Oct 05,2017)

Sacrifices at Jalianwala bagh

Our Heritage of valiant heroes and their legacies of bravery bring us the majestic mosaic of freedom.
Our Marvels of Integrity echo the bliss of courage demystified in the aura of oneness in the Mother India.
Her children live with the spirit of everlasting communion of fraternity to foster the saga of universal harmony.
Slavery is a disease to be cured with absolute transition towards of egalitarianism.
The Vultures of exploitation can not touch the horizon of freedom at all,
as they are disillusioned in the citadels of materialistic greed and pomp.
The bliss of ecstasy flows through the Golden Temple and reverberates in the hearts of Indians.
Our language of oneness seeks the communion of our minds and hearts beyond all our creeds ,clans, castes,regions and religions. 
Mother India smiles at the world echoing the courage of her children to script a leonine history of achievements in every field.
Ours is  a land of sages,saints,hermits and of course,of Gods and Godesses as well.
We speak the language of love with divine seeds of efflorescence,brilliantly etched in our deeds and thoughts of selflessness.
Oh! Our Legendary Martyrs of Jalianwala bagh steer our minds clear of all that is cluttering the communal passions of regimentation with unflinching bravery of oneness.

(Copyright:Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,July30,2017)