choices.

When I was travelling to the US, I wrote this poem inflight as i crossed over the middle east.

As I looked outside my small window
A perspective much larger appeared
Countries melted oceans mixed
as we moved on borders merged
The world below shown like a tapestry
Green Blue and shades so many
I searched for the wars, the violence,
the pain, the agony
the greed, bloodshed and gory.

Just three kilometers above the earth
from a small window I only see
beauty, soltitude, peace and Serenity
I believe it depends on the window we choose
the view depends on the choice we make.

Do marriages happen in heaven?

The almighty the creator
creates us in parts,
the man and the woman,
as two parts in the world.

The Sun and the Moon,
the air and water,
the day and night,
make us meet the other.

Marriages happen in heaven,
thus spoke, the people in the past.
It was true, when it bound the couple,
with the heavenly glue of love.
It is the wish of God,
to commence a partnership in life,
with the pair made for each other
and love to bloom with of sprigs.

Marriages have now turned to
contracts of convenience
based on whims and fancies
that fails the test of times.

Woo man is the woman’s role.
Care and keep her pleasant
is the man’s role.
Let us play them and enjoy life.

WALKING INTO SHADOW ON RETURN

On our, onward journey
to the brighter side of life,
we leave our shadows
to follow us from behind.

On our reaching
the brightest peak of life,
we leave our shadows
beneath our feet.

On our return journey
to our starting point,
our shadows lead us
moving ahead of us.

Darkness we come from
And brightness we are born into.
Our lives too blink bright and dark
And we walk into our shadows on our return.

A DEDICATED TEACHER

Here you see a teacher carefully correcting the answer papers of her students at home. Who ever knows that she had to blow her eyes to seek spectacles and tire her neck bones to contract spondylitis due to muscle spasm by long hours of dedication to her job . It also deprived her children and husband of their due share of intimate movements.

Diplomacy- “Smile, The World Will Smile at You”

Socializing with the villagers at “Sokuppam,” a remote place near Thiruvannamalai to get a servant made from that place.

Stillness and Frozen Silence Guarded by the Hills

A cluster of rocks in the shape of a huge TORTOISE, is in a deep slumber enjoying the coolness of water and warmth of sunlight, observed by the eye of Achan’s cell phone at Sokuppam.

TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM THE MAN TO GET SOME MILK

Begging house to house in towns for food

The pavement for the morning walkers at Karaikal

On the way to God's own country

സ്‌നേഹ ദീപം

കുരിരുട്ട് ആണെന്റെ ചുറ്റും

നാന്‍ എകനന്‍ ആണ് എന്‍ ഗൃഹതില്‍

കതങ്ങള്ക് അരികില്‍ എന്‍ ഭാര്യ

കതങ്ങള്ക് അകലെ എന്‍ മകകള്‍

മലകള്‍കും അകലെ എന്‍ മറ്റുള്ളോര്‍

ഉടല്കള്ക് അകലെ എന്‍ ഉത്റുല്ലോര്‍

നാന്‍ എന്‍ മനസ്സിന്റെ തന്ത്രികള്‍ നീടി

കെട്ടി അടുപികുന്നു എല്ലോരേം എപ്പോഴും

മുറിയുന്നു തന്ത്രികള്‍ മര്‍ദനം തങ്ങാതെ

തന്ത്രപരമായ നീക്കങ്ങള്‍ കാണുമ്പൊള്‍

മനസിന്റെ തന്ത്രികള്‍ മുറിയുന്ന വേദന

നാന്‍ മാത്രം അറിയുന്നു, നൊന്തു

അപ്പുറത്ത് എങ്ങോ സ്നേഹ ശബ്ദങ്ങള്‍ കേള്ക്കുന്നു

ഏകാന്തത തെല്ലു മങ്ങു മറയുന്നു

സ്നേഹമുടിക്കുന കൂരിരുട്ടില്‍

എന്‍ സ്നേഹപാത്രങ്ങള്‍ എന്‍ ഒപ്പം കനുന്ന്നു

അറിയുന്നു നാന്‍ അപ്പോള്‍ ഒരുസത്യം എന്നെകും

മനസിന്റെ യവനിക കുരിരുട്ട് യെകുന്നു

കൂരിരുട്ടാല്‍ എല്ലാം മാങ്ങുമാരയുന്നു

സ്നേഹത്തിന്‍ ഒളി എല്ലാം ഒന്നായി കാട്ടുന്നു.

LIGHT OF LOVE

In the midst of darkness, I grope.
Alone am I at the home, I reside.
Miles near stay, my wife alone.
Miles away, are my children too.

Beyond the Western Ghats, are my others.
Heavens reached, my parents and many.
I pull them all, with strings of love,
taken out from my heart, over years.

Breaking are, a few at times,
Unable to stand, the strains caused
By the kicks and jolts in vain, by the bound
And the pangs of pain, perturb my heart.

The sound of life, is heard ahead
And the love dawns at, the corner of my heart.
Light of love brings, everyone near
and love fragrance, all around.

Realised I, a truth for ever
The curtains of mind spell, darkness around,
the pitch of darkness, blinds us all,
and the warmth of love bonds us close.