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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Hey prabhu, So lovely to read you poems, and blogs….fantastic…..
karkkidakam is here too- torrential downpours for days, and the stiffling heat again… the word rhymes beautifully by itself!
wow….ur poem and ur pix makes me dream abt karkidakam ….. very nice!@
You made me feel as if I was getting drenched in the soothing rains of karkidakom!!! Brilliant to say the least…
Prabhu……..It was again “my favorite”……..beautifully woven words about beauty of karkidakam……reminded me of the dark skies, wet jannal kambikal, and ….many more……..thanks………
this poem rained on my thoughts and flooded my imagination
Wonderful. Loved it. I am planning for the Karkkida chikilsa, everything falling into place.
Those who know Karkkidakam can easily go along with you as you describe her tempestuous moods. “Saddles in the sky”…that’’s the only thing i couldn”t imagine in relation to karkkidakam:-) We all get nostalgic from time to time, but all your living seem to be in the past.
i relived every moment of Karkkidakam of a distant, sweet past when i read your beautiful lines…
ohh it transported me to a different world altogether.. it doesnt deluge all that intemperately here in my city and every nuance of rain was palpable in your words.. cherished them .. please write more..
Good to see you flowing back to iland :)…the title was complicated to pronounce;-), and this goes unsaid- brilliant work, tracing every beat, every flutter rain causes on earth.
Welcome back wid a splash!!!