mohanan viswambharan Nair

She clung to my chest,
So as an ivy vine on a wall.
Her nails on my back jabbed,
Lest I should loosen her.
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When the breeze blows and flows at dawn,
Swam of bees rise and float in the air.
Coming close, confiding to the flowers,
The lovers rouse them with a soft touch.
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A stretched Barren land
Steep rocks in black n white
Fanned with huge falcons
Reflected through the boy's eyes.
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In a way, when we analyze,
Every ruler will be a 'Ratnakar', the dacoit.
He had looted travellers coming on his way.
What he had accrued from looting passers-by,
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The wife is not a silly matter.
She is a matter of emphasis.
A guard at the threshold of life.
A lock on the gate of evil.
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While I was a child, I often saw him roving in a ravine of hills,
With a stick in his hand and hat on his head, looking for cow dung
His coat lagged on the grassy plot, sweeping the dew.
He clambered up to the hilltop, parting the vegetation to a side
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The mind is cloudy like.
Before the wind comes,
A dark serenity rouses,
which can't be told!
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'LOVE HER, Her friends, nature, the birds,
Even the gravel under my feet bade me.
No words, she uttered.
Never told ' I am fair',
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I am you and you are me!
These are her sweet words.
Then I try to kiss her,
Being frowned upon, she prevents.
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I Made tea from sweet words
Served her in a cup of love.
She took it and spit hatred on it.
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I
which gift is to be chosen?
Baffling for some time in choosing,
Exploring one fit for the very taste,
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The hands of my ancestors
I took hold of, then jumped out of the cave,
Once I had lived there on raw meats.
Used rough stone, bone tools
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Meera, Krishna's Meera is dancing in the street!
The people who gather there are bemused,
as she was like a queen till the event.
She was in the veil ever before, for not to be viewed by the public.
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What I have done in secret, is sweet in my life.
It was in the corner of the hut, I pulled at her sleeve,
smell her nape, kissed her cheeks,
without being known by others, even her pale lips.
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This time we met at our rendezvous
He had a lot to say for his rubbishness
His denigration corroborated egalitarianism
I could read from his countenance
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Oh, friends…….
Do you know, where am I now?
Now I stand in front of the picture of my father,
on the wall of my library, I have no prayer room
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Oh! , Swan,

That gently comes into my dream,
Are you not a mighty God?
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At the roadside, a mother is waiting.
Her child is returning from his school.
She doesn't like her child carrying,
heavy school bags while walking uphill,
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Oh, father, my dear father!
Why did you hide your love from us,
like a seed hiding its sapling in it?
How many winters, summers and
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I was born in a firework shed far behind the lake.
Among their gaiety and fun, on the eve of the festival,
they put me down in an empty glass bottle of liquor.
with a firebrand, a half-naked bellied man came to me
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