Preeth Nambiar Poems

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1.
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!
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2.
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!
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3.
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!
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4.
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? ? ? "
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5.
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?
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6.
An Ode To Winter

The music has stopped, and now there is silence all around me! People have departed, upon the bank of frozen river of time I am here, alone chilled in silence. A stage once full of cheers reminds a cemetery where the pleasures of the senses buried deep! The distant valley has disappeared in mist, upon my thin body rains the flakes of ice! Long time I am here looking for the travellers who pursued their way through this narrow banks! Its winter, when even the wind sleep beneath the blanket of ice!

Holding the root deep unto my existence, I used to wake up in the morning to wither my flowers! During the moments of deep meditations, I gave my space for the wanderers of the sky! Upon the grass grown in my shade, rested the souls tired in their voyage! My Lord, life was an inn for the refugees of time! The distant path carpeted with bright white snow is now empty! Where are they? Where is that little girl, the bright sunshine, who kissed me in the morning and took my flowers to the shrine of serenity?
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7.
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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8.
The Seasons

I have been sitting here since long time besides you staring at your face while you are in deep sleep knowing nothing that happens around. I don't wish to wake you up. Through your veins I have let my blood flow! Through your mouth I have let my breath flow! And up on you I have vested my life!

Through the window glass I can see the sun travelling from horizon to the other; the seasons change and the flowers wither! The yellows wither silently in the winter breeze!
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9.
A Winter, Summer And Some Memories!

On the other side of the field, there was a hill covered with thick green blanket. It looked exceptionally beautiful during the mornings and evenings where the shades of the sky made frames with its amazing colours. A river flowed silently through the valley resembling a silver chain lying around the waist of the hill.

Standing upon the balcony of his house, the painter started capturing the colours on his canvas. The birds visited him on their way home and back and smiled looking at the work. He had a bowl of delicious grains and nuts to feed them all.
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10.
The Valley Of The Invisibles

They asked Him to bless them with a valley - the valley for the invisibles! And it was granted.

Upon the mountain of snow featherlike clouds wandered and sunshine peeped through them! Blushed snow melted and fled towards the valley to visit the invisibles. The rocks cracked themselves to leave their way; the pebbles melted and joined their path! From the unworn forests, embracing the freshness they gathered the essence for life. While joining the lake they whispered: "here is the valley of the invisibles, the rest of our journey! Feel their silence, their presence amidst the woods! "
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