Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

29 Mar 2022

My Village From Memories




I grew up on a hill  

With a Church next to my home

There were no roads back then

A path could let only one person walk

Along the steepness of the hill

I dreamed of a road and buses plying 

one day 

The tapioca fields filled the barren land 

Coconut trees filled the other parts 

A narrow river was the lifeline 

of the paddy fields on the plains

There was an unfinished temple

On one shore of the river 

There was a low stone bridge connecting the hills

Often get flooded during the monsoon

People used to catch fish using primitive ways 

Sand miners dived from boats 

 to dig sand from the depths

Leaving many deep patches in the river 

The paddy fields had big frogs and snakes

that was after them

Farmers used bullocks to till the paddy fields

and the mud spliced like art 

Ponds dotted the landscape 

With source nearby 

Small streams took the water towards

the paddy fields 

On holidays we used to sit on the walls

To look at the vehicles and rare buses 

A small forest of rubber trees 

Dotted in some parts

The market was vibrant with local produce

fish and other essentials 

It hosts events at night sometimes 

All major shops and restaurants were

closer to the market 

People kept slices of coconut to dry on the road

The aroma of coconut oil draws 

When you get nearer to the cold pressers 

During summer paddy fields made way for 

beans and vegetables

Some others tried their luck with plantains 

The telephone was rare in those days 

Even telly was there in a few homes

And the neighbours flock to watch 

Until the voltage goes down in the eve

VCRs were hired to play movies 

On the day before weddings 

The stages and shades were set up with

Areca nut poles and coconut leaves 

People were sent to faraway places

To inform the death 

The whole village helped in the mourning 

Older people would relish their paan

Old loudspeakers were tied to the electric poles

and trees during the festivals 

A canal brought water from the Neyyar dam

for the farmers in the hills 

I spent a lot of time playing in that canal 

In front of my home 

And I remember a literacy program 

That helped the elderly people 

To learn to read and write 

And the people used to share the fruits

in their land with the neighbours

And there were drunkards who loved 

drinking nearby the river and the canal slab

 

Image from Unsplash 


13 Jul 2010

Green Pond



Rain subsided
Life is getting dry again
The days of sunshine leads me
To the nights of melancholic dreams
No more chilly winds and
Dripping droplets from nascent leaves
This wetland is getting barren again
A small patch is all that left
Devoid of human encroachment
Though surrounded by buildings 
A shall rain pond
Its surface looks as if painted green
With its layer of glowing algae
Resembling a thin grassland
Starting from the sloppy valley
Created by the heap of workshop waste
Ends at the basements of walls around
Three tree pits stands dwarf
Growing afresh with new leaves
They were razed down some months ago
There are no woodpeckers or kingfishers
Flying around
But there might be some fishes in the pond
Beneath its green belly
It never ceases to fascinate me
As I see this pond, re-emerging from dry patch
Aftermath every monsoon
Each time it takes different shapes
It will dry up again soon
It will remain idle, waiting for next monsoon
It’s a haven for mosquitoes now
Even though I wish to see, it dried up soon
As I don’t want bites from mosquito babes
Sweethearts who love my blood
I will keep this unusual green pond
In my monsoon memories


This is the 150th poem in this blog.A small landmark.
Well this is about a pond in my neighborhood that emerges periodically after every monsoon.

8 Jul 2010

My Pleasantly disturbed Thursday





Indeed,
I hardly slept during night
Due to a troublesome flu
Set alarm to wake up so early
To call my friend
Whenever I felt like sleeping
Some thoughts keep coming into mind
I kept scribbling down
Into pieces of poems
After travelling through the highways
Of my memories
I saw my ever-pleasant village
Innocence prevails in its atmosphere
I saw the people I left behind
The ones who cared me so much
My lonely childhood
The places where I used to play
With my imaginary friends
I wonder how I started hating it
Though the warmth of their love
Still touches my heart
I saw how my life took shape
From my lonely childhood
As I scrambled through my options
Seeked suggestions from others
I found my mind in a state of stagnation
I searched whole day for an inspiration
Until I saw pleasantly disturbed Thursday
I realized, I have to get back to the past
To dig the treasure of memories
To churn out the missing pieces in my collection
My words
I wonder, the more I try to put lid on
Those dark days of my life
It seems to flash inspiring visuals
For me to cultivate my art
Now, curiosity has taken over my heart
To find out the meaning of forgotten relations
Those priceless moments  
The wish to go out and find those
To see, how they are
But , I don’t want to walk back to those corridors
As I have to move on to new pastures

 This poem is written for participating in Duane-Scott's Blog Carnival. Please visit. 
 

8 Jun 2010

Nightmares


I don’t see dreams anymore
I see only nightmares
Ever since, you left me
Alone in this world
I am scared to lie on bed
Unless I am that sleepy
As all I think is about you
When I lay alone
As you was my only support
I wasn’t able to sleep many a days
As your memories refused me to get away
And left me in tears
Felt guilty that, I wasn’t able to save you
As you closed your eyes, for the last time
After gasping for the last breath of air
In a desperate attempt to survive
But shores of safety of hospital
Was little too far
By the time, I got a vehicle to take you there
You left me for a new world
I saw you struggling for survival
Many a night
In different scenarios
Where I kept running
In search of avenues to save you
Never once, I succeeded
As I struggled for long,
My friend taught me meditation
Somehow, I caught some sleep there after
Every night
Then trained myself to tire my soul
To get good sleep
But once in a while
I wake up shocked
Seeing another nightmare 

4 Jun 2010

Sold for a few pennies



With tears
She looked at her smiling baby
Who just got into this world
Just a while ago
She was proud to be a mother
But she couldn’t afford
To raise her kid
Like she dreamt
Beautiful attires
Lot of toys
Nice food and education
Nor a good home
Destined to struggle
Facing a race against time
Every day
Just to survive another day
With scant resources
When other kids
Play around with fun
She couldn’t take her soul
To such a struggle
When she has to fight
To meet ends
As she can’t even spend time
She was alone 
Abandoned
To face this life
Scared to think
About a treacherous future
For her beloved soul
She thought to give it
A new lease of life
A prosperous journey
With love and care
As someone who craves to love
Waiting
Ready to take her soul away
Ready to
Spend a fortune
For rest of life
To raise her baby with love
She didn’t want money
To survive
She just wanted to get her baby
A secured future
That she can’t even dream to deliver
She kissed her baby for last time
She may not ever see her soul again
But she felt relieved
As she handed over
Her baby to an excited woman
She saw her sparkling eyes
Filled with ecstasy
Like that in small kids
When they get what they wish
Yeah it’s been a wait for long time
It’s been her only wish
Now it’s fulfilled
She cried as she kissed that baby
For the first time
She gave the mother
A bundle of currency
Well ,that money didn’t mean much
May be can get her some breathing time
To search for avenues to live
Baby kept smiling
As she turned around
Walked gingerly
Tears were unstoppable
She didn’t turned back once
As she couldn’t bear that sight
Seeing her baby being taken away
She walked to her home
Cursing at her own plight
Cursing at the man who left her
Costing her beloved baby
Forced to live forever
With the memories
Of a few moments with her baby
Feeling guilty
That she sold her soul for few pennies
But, she had no other choice
All she can do is pray for her baby

23 Nov 2009

Awaiting death and life

With hopes one goes to hospital
To have the beloved recover
And ,raise back to the glory of life
Not always there is luck backing up
Some times doctors have to spell
Harsh facts that no one likes to hear
Even with the advanced care and technology
Hearing the words that chances are low
Any thing can happen, be prepared
Or we can’t tell anything until some hours
Hope for the best, and let relatives informed
Looking through the glass
At someone gasping for life in a ventilator
It stops the emotions for a while
All that comes to mind will be
The good and bad memories of the past
The anxiety of the worst fear grips the eyes with tears
Trembling lips immerses itself with prayers
Hoping that god will lend a respite
Sitting outside the ICU
Worried about the outcomes
Thoughts about future looms with never felt anxiety
When days pass some relief of survival arises
Yet the fear refuses to depart
It’s a wait for a life and death
Minutes passes as slow as ever it could be
Every passing moment reminds of some landmark
Wishing all the way down inside the heart
Not to receive news of liberation of a soul
Waiting with a tired body and a weakened mind
To receive a good news of recovery
When ever a doctor or nurse comes out
Wakes up and runs like a kid with curiosity
Just for asking if any improvement is there in condition
Even if the knowledge of the condition is fresh in mind
Every time while looking through the glass panel of ICU
Sharpens to see if there is any positive move
When goes inside the ICU always heart pounds
Even if the condition is getting better
While seeing others suffer around the loved one
Only when some words are minced
The cheers of new hope arises in the mind
Yet the chances are always there to go wrong any second
It’s like walking through a tight rope
With cushions on one side for safe landing
And a trench awaiting a journey towards eternity
ICU seems like a heaven with a door to hell always opened
And those who serves there are life savers
More of angels sent by the god to enlighten the hopes
it’s a fact that they gives their best
But its not in their hands, always an element of luck plays the game
Miracles happens, so does disasters
Sleepless nights and tiring days never deters
The love for someone who is fighting for the life
Only visual that keeps one awake is the image
Of loved one walking out of that heaven with a smile
Some times the very thought of coffin coming out
Reminds the route to hell and endless tears follows
Dreams and nightmares mars the wait for that life and death
A wait that all not want to have in their life

 Nithin R S

Without you


Up in the sky may be as a star
You might be looking at me
With a nice smile as ever
This distance is hard to bear
Its only days,
But, it seems like years have passed by
I am missing your words
I wish if you were still here
I feel that I lost my wings
You were my wings, which let me to dream
And supported me always
You never let me feel that I am a failure
You always made me believe
That I am up there with others
I always looked up to you only for guidance
Now nowhere to look, as I don’t trust any other
I feel I am alone without you
I never counted on others words
I trusted yours only
You always let me to do what I like
Always listened to my plans
Now!


You always believed I would reach highs
Without you, I am lost in wilderness
Struggling to find the way out
Feeling in secured inside the heart
I miss you when I read news
I remember the way we debated
Once!


You took me to world of words
But you never read my words
It will remain a dream forever
To see you reviewing my words


You are my idol
Your words are still with me
Reminding me to move forward
To reach the heights
I crave for your presence
I get to see you only in nightmares
I still can’t understand why!
You are in my heart, yet you are so far away
It’s a big long journey that I have to travel
With only some fond memories of yours in company
As a source of hope and encouragement