ഉദയാസ്തമനം

 

Written by Sujatha Sabarinath 

കിഴക്കു ദിക്കിലെ മേഘ പടർപ്പിനിൽ 

 ചെങ്കതിർ വീശി ഉണരുന്ന സൂര്യനും

 ചായുന്ന സദ്യക്ക് ചായം പുരട്ടുന്ന തീഗോളമായുള്ളോരണയുന്ന സൂര്യനും

 സൃഷ്ടി കർത്താവിൻറെ കൈവിരൽ തുമ്പിലെ വിസ്മയമേകുന്ന ചിത്രങ്ങളല്ലയോ? 

ഏകുന്നു ദിനകരൻ കല്പ കലാന്തരെ 

ഭൂമിയാം ദേവിക്ക് പ്രാണനും വായുവും ഉദയാസ്തമനത്തിൻ മായാ പ്രപഞ്ചം പഞ്ചേന്ദ്രിയങ്ങളിലാകെ തിളങ്ങി.

 സൂര്യ ഭഗവാനെ! നിൻ പ്രഭാ രശ്മിയെ അഞ്ജലി കൂപ്പി വണങ്ങുന്നു ഞാനിതാ. 

The Twilight of Despair

Written By Sabarinath in 1985, inspired by the evening sight at Darmadam beach, Mahe

The weary sun sinks in the west,

Taking a plunge into the sea.

Flocks of birds in the dusky sky

Hasten to their nests as darkness invades.

Fishing boats from the boundless sea

Glide toward the shore with their bounties.

Their shadows race ahead, stretching long,

Eager to touch the shore first.

The sea and sky unite at the farthest west,

A tapestry of splendid colors spreads across.

A gentle wind lends rhythm and grace,

To a mirrored dance in twilight's embrace.

Tiny waves from afar take shape,

Growing bolder in their escape.

Rushing to the shore with a roaring cry,

They crash on rocks with a weary sigh.

Exploding into droplets of scattered despair,

They speak of a journey too heavy to bear.

Crabs that cling to their rocky hold

Scatter in fear, both young and old.

And there he sits, sadistic and cold,

Amused by the chaos these moments unfold.

He watches the waves and the crabs’ futile run,

Mocking the struggles beneath the sun.

A Time to Rest

The time has come to sit back and rest,

Yet the mind refuses to stay at ease.

It races faster than in the past,

Weighing losses, measuring gains.

Dreams were many and filled with joy,

Yet some led paths that left me drained.

More time slipped away than was truly used,

With missed chances the most by far.

The road behind is winding and long,

With fuel burned in ample stores.

And so, the mind’s assessment runs,

Disturbing me in moments of rest.

Who am I to measure my life?

What scales would even serve me best?

As the mind offers no clear answers,

I choose instead a calm, quiet peace.

കൂട്ട്

പണ്ട് പണ്ടേ കേട്ടറിഞ്ഞു

കണ്ടുമുട്ടി, കണ്ടറിഞ്ഞു, . 

കൂട്ടുകൂടാൻ ഇഷ്ടമായി

കണ്ടുമുട്ടാൻ, കാത്തിരുന്നു.

ദൂരെ ദൂരെ പാർത്ത നിന്നെ 

കൂട്ടുകൂടാൻ ഓടി എത്തി.

കേട്ടിരുന്നു, കണ്ടിരുന്നു

മുട്ടി മുട്ടി തൊട്ടിനുന്നു.

കത്തെഴുതാൻ ഇഷ്ടമായി 

കത്തെഴുതി പോസ്റ്റ് ചെയ്തു.

കത്തു കിട്ടാൻ, കണ്ണ് നട്ട് 

 കാത്തിരുന്നു കത്ത് വന്നു.

കത്തിലെങ്ങും തിങ്ങിനിന്നു 

നിർമ്മലമാം സ്നേഹരാഗം. 

 അന്ന് കണ്ടു സ്വപ്നമെത്ര

  ജീവിതത്തിൽ ഒന്നു ചേരാൻ

End of a Voyage

End of a Voyage 

My voyage was chartered on 9th August 1948, 

by a ship commissioned by the God almighty.

The destinations were not scheduled 

and the route map was not given.

Being a captain with no direction on hand,

I followed many on the way for some time.

I did a few twists and turns 

and got desperate for want of focus.

Open the windows of your mind 

and spot the directions, the elders said.

Time and again I opened my mind

only to see the rainbows at the horizon.

The rainbows with its fabulous beauty 

was fascinating and mysterious. 

With no guiding stars the voyage continued 

through some good destinations.

There were no compulsions 

to raise the engine beyond standards.

The routes of the voyage were safe 

with no rocks nor icebergs on the way.

However, for fun and thrill, 

the engine was raised recklessly at times,

to chase ships on the way 

with varied competences.

The route on which this ship moved 

was fancied by many who followed the way.

As the journey proceeded,

The number of followers increased. 

Now the journey has become slow 

and troublesome, needing repairs all over to proceed.

The leaks, blocks and precipitation at vital parts, 

threatens to end the voyage. 

The followers got puzzled over

and got frustrated behind.

A few of them took diversions

and others overtook to catch up the pace.

Repair and proceed with care for a little more

or decommission the ship are the options left.

The captain of the ship is all set to face it 

and has completed the formalities.

He is ready to thank one and all,

excepting the one who stood shoulder to shoulder

even in stormy waters and got into him 

like the sand in wood to make it a fossil.