Educationist, Litterateur & Humanitarian, Preeth hails from the northern part of Indian state, Kerala in the south-west region of India on the Malabar Coast as the son of Mr. Kana Padmanabhan Nambiar and Mrs. Saraswati Nambiar.
Born in an ancient aristocratic family that carried the rich culture of Kerala and Karnataka, where music, arts and literature were the very atmosphere, he started writing at a very early age. He has been working with various international organisations and has presented prestigious research works on Education, philosophy, arts and literature.
He is renowned for the simplistic style of narration and meditative tunes in his literary works whereas ... more »
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Preeth Nambiar Poems
Longing for silence
The storm is whistling through the distant trees, leaves shivering in chilled wind; the wandering clouds cover the dazzling sun; I hear far away a bird screaming in terror, perhaps lost its nest! Come aboard, O dear, with your wings wet of rain! Though the nails would bruise my skin, leave your pace upon my palm, stay caressed by the softest touch! There is warmth within me to shelter your dreams and my duffel has grains to feed your hunger. On the shore of the flooded river, amidst the roaring of the darkest rain, here I am O dear, longing for you!
Waking Up On A Rainy Morning
Its rain uninvited perhaps of storms far away, Knocking at the window to wake me up! From amidst the letters scribbled last night, My eyes open to a gloomy rainy day!
Kissing a daughter goodnight
"Now, my dear daughter let us sleep unto the dreams" I whispered on her ears. "Across the ocean the princess' father owns a piece of land surrounded by dwarf hills. Winter with her beloved sun, decorates the valley with golden dew drops. The wandering wind whistles looking at them and escapes with his naughty smile! Mesmerized, when you remain at the balcony of our little palace, birds sing good morning to you, little princess". I could see her sleepy eyelids dropping down, still pleading "…and then? ? ? "
Tell me O gardener, what is this magic Of branches gloomy and naked yesterday, Yet bearing magnificent blooms today! Watch the arms bearing heavenly buds
The Longing for Her
Lighting the earthen lamps upon the doorsteps, looking at the road meeting another, I don't remember how long did I stand there. I was longing for the sweet voice of her anklets approaching but there was nothing but silence profound and dense darkness amidst the thick branches of the trees. Maa, I am weary waiting you! I haven't eaten anything since morning waiting for you and decorating this small home that you have presented me with. The broken bones in the foot are hurting, yet I am here at the doorsteps just to have a glimpse of you. But how long will I stand here so?
And suddenly there was horrifying silence with high beams of light flashing in the darkness on the stage in front of the actor! ! ! He observed behind him the background of the stage changed to deep mystery leaving him terrified. He was ignorant of the next scene and remained puzzled unable to recollect the dialogues next for it was written by an author who always surprised him with myriad scenes unknown to the actor himself.
To my son, with love
Upon the bed, listening to the notes of crickets aloud, slithering from conscious to the unknown depths of the unconscious, I heard her whispering softly on my ears: I am here, my child, right near to you, with my eyes upon you, fingers caressing you and heart throbbing for you! I can see the corners of your eyes still wet in my longing, but my son I let not the earthly eyes to perceive my formlessness nor times of those lives to measure my timelessness. I wanted my son to look deep within him, to feel my life pulsating within him!
A Dream Of Yesterday
Another morning! Upon the bed, my arms are still on her chest and my breath close to her cheeks. With me she is, through her golden silky hairs I move my fingers, slowly, softly Without letting her know she is being caressed; here she is, my love!
Upon The Bank Of The Lake
Surrounded by the dense woods, there is a lake now. Here is the lake, the resting place for the streams from the depths of the forest- see them kissing their beloved; Look at the clouds reflecting upon its transparency, look at the birds - the spread wings of dreams souring towards the horizon, listen them singing joyfully! Here is the water that quenches the thirst of the travellers from the distant! Were these birds waiting for me to sing the melodious? Was the breeze stopped behind the leaves to welcome me with his magical touch?
To My Daughter
Far away, my dear daughter, do you know that your father is just thinking of you? I remember the day the nurse gave you on my palms. When I took you for a bath you were crying aloud. My dear, I never wanted to make you cry! I wanted you to be clean, clean from all dirt of his world! When I took you to sunshine out of the hospital, I never wanted the light to penetrate to your eyes; I wanted you to be away from the yellow of diseases of the world!
'The road to the fulfillment of love is hard and worn! Well, now listen to me, if you are so eager to find my abode you can follow the road in front of you, which leads through dense forests, hot deserts and steep hills! You may have to walk through the thick penetrating drops of rain or sometimes even without a dropp of water to quench your thirst, alone, but the distant winds would bring my melodies to soothe your soul! ' 'When the roads embrace each other to confuse your direction, remember, I will leave my beautiful, fragrant flowers to show you the path! Follow the flowers as they would lead you to my abode!
Just another Day….
I have been sitting here since long time, eyes fixed on the distant I can see the greenery changing unto desert, the deserts turning unto ocean, the seasons melt unto each other…! At the desk I close my eyes to darkness and open it for another day! I enjoy the hug of the wind through the windows wide open. Leaving frequent pauses in between, the train is on its way ahead. I can see some at ease come and occupy the spaces available. I can see some are running along with the train to get into it.
Like a breeze is my life! It comes from far beyond, a distance beyond your comprehension A traveler, I have the fragrance of the miles I crossed, the lives I lived! Yet, I have the freshness of the newest, the tenderness in the heart!
Let Us Hide and Seek!
Amidst the dark dense woods, here I go, find me if you can! I have a vast universe to hide, where the horizons are boundless Where the eternity of time awaits me upon the bank of the river, With a boat, to take me across the transparent tranquil waters; From births to deaths and deaths to births! Catch me if you can!
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Longing for silence
The storm is whistling through the distant trees, leaves shivering in chilled wind; the wandering clouds cover the dazzling sun; I hear far away a bird screaming in terror, perhaps lost its nest!
Come aboard, O dear, with your wings wet of rain! Though the nails would bruise my skin, leave your pace upon my palm, stay caressed by the softest touch! There is warmth within me to shelter your dreams and my duffel has grains to feed your hunger. On the shore of the flooded river, amidst the roaring of the darkest rain, here I am O dear, longing for you!
Let us have a shower in this...