Mallika Achuthan Menon
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Mallika Achuthan Menon Poems
The broad and well kept thoroughfare Got cuddled with its heavy traffic. The town was over crowded with folks of each and every league.
A Second Childhood
Another name of agedness is, A second childhood sure it is. Who told this sentence I don't know yet, But a lot of sense it has, I will bet!
That night it was drizzling nonstop, Every where there spread a cryptic silence, What made me wake up, I just wondered! Naively sat there idle and watched the standstill nature,
O' My Love
Either you stay wide awake Or you are in the depth of sleep No matter for me, O' my dear! I am with you, like your own shadow
Amidst the hustle and bustle of day Can I be in your thoughts, my dear? Why did my mind who is acting childlike, Taxing me by asking this
The dense flocks of dark nimbus clouds Had caused the sky to look gloomy The sky had vaguely tried and failed To conceal all her own agonies.
From dawn to dusk without a stop The sun was shuttling east to west As it was never ending course of action, He needed some rest so badly.
The potential to love is a gift from God. To be loved is meant for only those who have luck.
You and me and everyone's mind are filled with hundred thousand thoughts. They come and go with lightning speed Change off and on in pace of light.
In between the birth and death Life is flowing like a river We are fine drawn lines on water The lines vanishing in a wink.
No need of a diamond necklace for this gorgeous night. As the twinkling stars made themselves
Each moment of mine had savoured merrily When I myself got absorbed in solitude. At once I was taken aback by a whimpering sound from nearby feebly.
Tinkling laughter echoed there Dripping teardrops glittered there Our memory lane got cluttered thus With entangling glee and glumness both.
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The broad and well kept thoroughfare
Got cuddled with its heavy traffic.
The town was over crowded with
folks of each and every league.
I was walking through the street
My eyes were searching for his sight.
When I saw him he was
in quest to stop his hunger with
rotten fruits and leftovers
from a waste bin next to him.
That place seemed his home itself
And the sky just turned as roof of it!
Agedness with illness had played a role
to make his body frail to the core.
The torn and soiled clothes of his
Seemed to be there in name ...