MELODIES OF LIFE

 

Melodies are sweet to hear!!

Their charming freshness makes us dulcet

Entering our heart like a shallow stream,

Crawling besides the mangroves

They reminds me a narrow breeze in my garden

Tickling the tender flowers and -

Carrying their fragrance to me

I am not a renowned composer of melody

But deep in my mind I have composed a melody

Which I wish to play for my audience

I have prepared the notes for my performance

Oh dear! They appears beautiful to me?

But……Are difficult to play in my piano

Still I am playing it with all my passion

Some may hate my composition

And a few may like it

I don’t bother them

Coz…

This is my composition!

And this is my own melody

I may play it in my own way;

The way that my audience like!

Coz they are the reason I am here

Time may change and

New composers may evolve

With new melodies and new ways

Audience may change

Until then I will play my melody

With my cute little piano

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COLOUR OF LOVE

          

  COLOUR OF LOVE

 

 

Let us shade our divine love

With colors of immortal

A lover mumbled to her mate  

He looked around and pointed

Dear did you see those red roses?

Can we paint our love with those?

She looked at those roses and smiled

Sure they are splendid and cheerful

They remind me of you all times

But they are pagodas of a day

Falling out when the twilight arrives

Look at the those fire my beloved

She whispered into his ears

The color of fire is sizzling

Let our love glow like them

Their luminosity ripples our mind,

And we do crave for each other

He gazed at the fire and replied

They are in no way immortal

Their soul vanishes to dark ashes

As when their emotion perishes

Now that makes me sense my love

True Love has no colors in them

It takes the color of situation

At times it takes the color of rose

They wear the color of fire at times

But deep inside love is  clear crystal

Choosing the colors of our choice

If you are in love my dear friend

Never shade love with your brush

See the color it takes in the journey

And enjoy the drops of nectar it serves

PHIALIN - THE MESSENGER

1913

Oh...My mom
We have been doing so much to you

We are reiterating the crimes we have done

We had torn your emerald clothing

Made you naked in front of your seven brothers

Your enraged father vents his feelings

With all his might to save his daughter

But. ..Still mom you are so amiable

To hide us under your shady wing

It is your patience that astonishes me

Myself may have burst out  many a time

2013
Oh... my mom

Now you are at the brink of your patience

 In a compulsion to be antipathetic

The sapphire messenger you have sent

Told us the vengefulness you have to us!

But we pretend to be wiser than you

By finding hideouts before the indigo

Alas our sophisticated mind still don’t know

That he was only a messenger

So we are still digging small burrows to eclipse

When the ruby delegate arrives

I had heard someone in my dreams

Joking to dig some bigger burrows

If not a hideout, surely a graveyard!

DIASPORA (POEM)

The shrill of harmattan,

Along the daring edifice;

A melancholic sun,

And the pensive crowd.

They’ve dulled his ears,

And blurred his sight—

For decades now.

But the mind’s avenue,

Hesitant to close down,

Still holds a mirage, an oasis;

In green meadows,

With grazing cattle,

And the cuckoo’s song;

Where swish of a catfish,

Stirs the meandering streams.

Supper by the fire;

Spicy fish dish.

Trapped in obsessions—

Reiterating memoirs!

The expatriate, a hostage,

Cradled by emotions;

The hunger of his child,

Devotion to his parents,

Dreams of his bride—

Makes hearth a mirage,

Calling him back home.

A CRYING MALE (POEM)

A CRYING MALE

With pain of unknown

Crippling  my fragile veins

Little, words could say

What it meant for me

You have to be me

To have a better say

It’s drizzling out there

Wonder if I could cry

Along the drizzling drops

A male Superego

Have no bounds

A theory of myth

Tuned my superego

‘Male seldom cries’

But.. Oh dear we do cry…..

In the shadows of face

We cry with hesitance

In the champers of heart

Our cries are echoed

If you have seconds

Please be with me

Deep inside my soul

Lies a  shattered heart

Drowning in tears

Which……

My Eyes had swallowed

                                                                                                                   AMAL DEV  K