Poems of Mangalaprathaban

Wednesday, 2 January 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...

Thursday, 5 October 2017

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)

Monday, 31 July 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)

Sunday, 26 March 2017

Weanling child of Tradition in a blind alley

Thoughts begin to drop in an ocean of silence!
All my sweat and blood echo the reminiscences!
Moistures malign my eyes,
to usurp the boils of reasoning in all that I do.
Who could seek the silent melting in devotion?
I was at the temple of Shri.Padmanabha Swamy in Thiruvananthapuram.
Decades ago, all my ancestors might have had their heyday!
Yoyoing the catchy bullies,
none remained in the castle of dreams for a long time.
I whisked my mindless logic away from all the rituals of limitations.
Are we limited in any way?
Who could limit your self when the cosmos spills the blessings beyond all reasons?
We are born to build a divine tower of trust.
(Copyright:Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan-March27,2017)

Saturday, 26 September 2015

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.

Thursday, 24 September 2015

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.