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trance
Peel out of me, the pensive mood,
Darn it with radical senses,
Drape the bleeding lesions,
Bury the beckoning thoughts,
Repair the rusted veins,
fill it with boiling red,
Return my broken wings
Deck it with quills of clouds,
Huh, its just a longing,
But not to come back;
Not to resurrect;
to life and its absurd lures!
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Posted in Clotted Ink.
– February 18, 2010
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karkkidakam* The blue darkness unfurled, Wind flew shattering the doors, Trees swayed in the gust, Clouds roared the rage The rain of Karkkidakam, Its again at my sky
The saddles of the skies,
The river of heaven,
The oceans hid in clouds,
The
The rain of Karkkidakam,
Its again at my smeared patio
The lullaby that pours,
The fury that follows,
The smile, laugh and roars of rain,
She is falling, the blue rain,
The rain of Karkkidakam,
Its again on my tiled roof
Rivers grew ripples by ripples,
Vision blurred in the white rain mist,
Like ocean falling on earth,
Trees drenched, arms apart,
The rain of Karkkidakam,
Its again in my paddies
Grains of rain ' the glittering drops
Angry wind ' the lost chariot
Banging doors and flying roofs
Shivering windows and thirsty eyes
The rain of Karkkidakam,
Its again at my window
The open hair of Karkkidakam,
The broken pearls of bliss,
Pouring thick and through,
Sometimes slanting, sometimes straight,
The rain of Karkkidakam,
It again on my forehead
Ah, again..!
*Karkkidakam ' the last month of Malayalam Calendar. Karkkidakam; with its torrential rains, is a period of confinement and forced rest. While rain nourishes the tender paddy in the fields, people take care of their houses and themselves the beginning of Mother Nature's cleaning spree. Karkkidakam is the month of sacred rituals, ancestral worship and healthcare
and the rain.. the rain of Krakkidakam.. the rage of Karkkidakam.. Ah!!
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Posted in Nostalgia.
– July 20, 2008
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i saw
Doors vanished,
Shackles withered,
Sky blossomed into the cerulean, I ever loved,
When the dusk-sun shed its last petals on the clouds,
I saw,
the rainbow descending on me.
Heavens bloomed,
Moonlight gushed,
Nightingale sung the song I ever yearned
When the flame shivered in the wind,
I saw,
the clouds climbing down the aisle.
Wind strayed,
Chill thawed,
Trees shivered in the night-rain I ever dreamt
When I held myself to my heart,
I saw,
the stars raining into my eyes.
Birds returned,
Shores slept,
Waves tired in the tide, I ever amazed
When the river slept alone,
I saw,
the waves transforming into golden garlands.
Earth drenched,
Scent rose,
Rain nestled in my eyes, I ever veiled
When a deluge grew within me
I saw,
the ajar doors of heaven above my sky.
Darkness evaporated,
Dreams dissolved,
My upheld palm lost the hold, I ever believed
When the knots released its hug in the back surge,
I saw,
I saw, Me looking at the clouds..
..alone, in the midst of mirages..
alone!
ổ
Posted in Clotted Ink.
– May 10, 2008
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BaCk tO tHoSe DaYs..
Back to those days!
Lying on the bare floor, absorbing the chill out of you; staring at the sky, and sipping you with my thirsty eyes; after years and days. Was in bondage and away from you; cried for you; yearned for you, and dreamt of you; many nights; don't know how many times.
Back to those corners, where I rested my head, and sat hugging my knees for long!
Singing to the wind, the songs buried within, sitting on the sill, stretching my weary legs; forgetting the pain that gathered all the way; looking through your eyes, my window ' you were my friend once and still are; and when you stare into my eyes, I say; ' 'see the scratches made of my nails!'
Back to those dreams and lone conversations!
Talking to the walls, scribbling on the skin, rubbing it off, smiling and sobbing. Wearing those torn slacks that I treasured, looking at the mirror, saying 'nay'. Hiding in the darkness; falling on the floor, dreaming again; eyes wide open.
Back to those shades, and the cradling breeze!
Sleeping under you, the shade that you spread; the hands that you stretch; leaves of tamarind falling, like the feathers of rain beetle, twisting and turning and dancing in the air. Hugging the heart, closing the eyes and yearning to die under you.
Back to those darkness, where, I left myself incomplete, myself undone!
Swaying in the clouds, dripping with the rain, falling on you, and swimming with my wings. Filling you within; each crumb of you; and when I'm alone again, to look within, and walk. For here, I know I'm for a day and will leave you when the sun falls.
Yet, for a moment, I'm back I'm back to those moments..
Posted in Nostalgia.
– October 14, 2007
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TAG POST: Light an Eye
I often wonder,
What do you see when I say 'Green'?!,
I often cry,
When you say that you saw me in your dream,
Dear,
If I could light those eyes with mine..
Like the candle spreading light in the darkness..
Burning one after other!
I have been tagged by Cyril Paul. To spread this heavenly message in this beautiful world, and to those who are blessed to see its beauty. Initiative for this was taken by the most admired writer Udita, known as UC in iland.
I know Cyril, I'm late.. was not deliberate.
I was away.. in my land.. in my soil.. in the darkness of my room.. under the raining clouds - after a long time.. Couldn't draw a piece of second.. to spread this heavenly message.. that awakens each of us That makes us walk ahead of life, crossing the borders of heaven.. That makes us see this beautiful world even after the eternal siesta..
Take it from here.. I tag Jayalakshmi Srinivasan & Dilip Krishnan
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The original blog by Udita starts here:
What a Wonderful World”
-Louis Armstrong
" I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world"
The soulful rendering of this song evokes vivid images of a vibrant, colourful world. Ever wondered how a sightless person would react to this song? How would he visualize the host of golden Daffodils, fluttering and dancing in the breeze, flash upon that inward eye, which was the bliss of solitude for Wordsworth?! What a dark, dreary world with everything dyed in monochrome- BLACK !! And yet, those of us who are fortunate enough to be blessed with the miracle of sight, do precious little to restore this gift to our less fortunate brethren, snug in the comfort of our cocooned lives! Here are a few facts about corneal blindness.
FACTSHEET
§ Corneal blindness mostly affects children
§ Corneal blindness can be cured only by corneal grafting from a donated eye
§ One can pledge to donate eyes during one's lifetime
§ Eyes can be donated only after death
§ If not pledged, eye donation can be done with the consent of relatives
§ People of all age groups can donate eyes
§ In India, there is a requirement of about 1 lakh corneas per year, whereas only 30,000 are donated
§ This shortfall can easily be bridged by spreading awareness about eye donation.
HOW WE CAN HELP
Spread the good word around- most of us are not aware how a little effort on our part can light up someone's life! In the unfortunate event of death of an acquaintance, try to persuade the family to donate the eyes. This is the toughest part, considering the sensitivity of the situation, but if the family can be convinced that
§ the eyes of the donor will live on after him,
§ giving sight to two persons for a lifetime, and
§ that the procedure of removal is free of cost, simple, hassle-free, & does not cause any disfigurement to the body,
It is quite likely they would agree. So here's the real test of your persuasive skills! Once you have their consent, here's what you need to do next.
Call the nearest eye bank immediately. For Delhi, dial 1919 ( 24 hr-MTNL Toll-free service). Telephone numbers of eye banks in other cities are available on the website www.lightaneye.org.
§ Switch off all fans in the room- cooler or AC, if available, can run.
§ Wrap some ice cubes in damp cotton, & keep them on the eyes. This prevents the tissue from drying up, & helps keep it fresh.
§ Keep the head slightly raised with a pillow.
§ Doctor/technician from the eye bank will reach the venue within the shortest possible
time, collect about 10 ml blood, and remove the corneas, all in 15minutes.
§ Eyes are fit for retrieval upto 6 hours after death.
Remember, donated corneas are never sold/traded.
The Govt of India is also organizing National Eye Donation Fortnight from August 25 to Sept 8, 2007 to highlight the cause. Friends, where there's a will, there's definitely a way. Come, let us all join hands to eliminate the scourge of corneal blindness from the face of our country, and help everyone relish the rainbow hues that you and I take for granted!
Posted in Life.
– October 4, 2007