31 Mar 2022

Temple For You


I want to look for a mount

Like Olympus in the Asgard

Not the haven of the gods

But a kingdom of the demons

To build a big temple for you

In the valley with thick forest

And rocks for an ideal pilgrimage

Columns like in Greek temples

Arches like in the Persepolis

Structure like a mini colosseum

Atop, a pyramid like in Egypt

Minarets around like in Arabia

Flooring with the Italian marbles

Sanctum sanctorum carved in a

Single granite from the Karnataka

I’ll keep a sculptures of your demons

I’ll worship it with my poetic verses

Sprinkling heavenly scents of attar

And bunch of Jasmines that you like

I'll lit the temple with camphor lights

In the midnight I will pour blood on

Deities to quench its insatiable thirst

I’ll offer gifts from the occult priests

Fulfil their wishes with your demonic

Powers that you used to destroy me !

Your greed and arrogance will be the

 Offering for the ooccultist pilgrims

Who have cruel wishes to fulfil at the

Expense of miseries  of their rivals!

 


A poem based on #reevesroses word prompt . Image from MasterFile

30 Mar 2022

An Old Fisherwoman



 A lanky old woman 

With a holy cross attached to her chain

Carried a big Aluminum pot

Full of fish on her head 

She travelled by buses to faraway 

Places from her shore to sell fish 

She walked kilometres every day 

Be it summer, winter or monsoon 

She had a set of houses to give fish 

Yet she would hide some for us 

If she gets special fish on occasions

She would keep the fish at our home and go

Without waiting for payment 

She would say, give it later 

She always gave fish at a fairer price

Her relative used to work with my father

She always had an attachment to our family

She brought us fish for more than a decade

We don't get the fish like she used to bring, now

She shared tales from her life and shore 

How the landscape changed with foreign money

And how the sea tides have changed their lives

She had no kids and her husband was no more

She lived with her sister's kid 

She sold fish until her health deteriorated

She never liked sitting idle at home 

She prayed for us in her church 

Her belief is still strong 

She made wishes for me 

When I had a struggling phase

She used to bring a cake 

and sweet red wine 

During every Christmas 

That's something we miss now

She is into her nineties now

Still talks to Mum once in a while 

A Kerala saree is  waiting to be gifted to her

She is like a relative without blood relation

Some relations are deeper than blood relations 

Women like her are inspiring, who battle life 

On their own, even in their old age 

We still talk about her when we buy special fish


Image from DreamsTime 

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 


26 Mar 2022

An Old Pier



An old concrete pier at Valiyathura
Leans towards the sea 
It has survived the waves for decades
And even the tsunami
It has steps to reach the waters 
It used to welcome boats carrying 
Rice and other cargo 
From the bigger ships anchored
On the deep sea 
It used to be a hub of smuggling too
As it is near the notorious area 
That sell smuggled goods from abroad
The remnants of old rooms still remain
Now the pier is a tourist spot 
Where people come to see the sunset
Feel the breeze from the sea 
And enjoy the beauty of the beach 
There are holes in the platform 
The fishes are visible through them
Crabs cling on to the columns 
Other fishes swim around them 
Anglers here use strings to catch fish
They wait patiently on the edges 
Until the fishes get hooked 
Unseen varieties are caught 
They keep them on the platform
For the visitors to see 
And the visitors' bargain for fish 
The fishermen jump onto the sea 
from the pier like Olympic divers 
When their boats make it to deeper waters 
They swim towards their boats as if in a race
Fisherfolks sell fish at the entrance of the pier
Other dwellers walk through the pier 
To sell snacks and fancy items 
I remember visiting the pier 
As a kid with my father 
I love sitting on the deeper end 
And watch the sunset and the fishing boats
A recent renovation has given the pier 
A fresh lease of life 

Image from www.keralatourism.org


Late Comer





Running briskly
With perspiring senses
Wildly beating heart
Checking the watch every other moment
To see how much time lost already
To calculate possible reaching time
To raise the speed
And to prepare for an abrupt entrance
There is a big price to pay
For getting late
A risk
Unworthy
As you stand to lose out
The savory moments upfront
Amongst the settled audience
Engaged fluidly up to the occasion

Then the door cracks up
Breaking the silence of even the noise
Making heads to turn around for a glimpse
To see the distracting latecomer
With countless eyes sprinkling spotlights
Walking past the aisle
Becomes nervy like on a ramp
Nodding the sorry with the eyes
And the bowing head
Whispering the excuse
From the shell of a sorry figure
Without any idea about the scenario
That persisted there

A messy catch up work remains
To be done, to get on level terms
With all those present there
With short enquiries for briefings
Fighting against the time  
To make up for the lost time
Before gelling into the zone
With the ease in breathe 

Scary, if there is scolding
Embarrassing
Funny, if there is mocking
Light-hearted banter for folks
There is always an awkward moment
Awaiting the late comer

Image from Vectorstock 

24 Mar 2022

Waves Of Depression


I am falling slowly into a dark burrow of                                                                                                      Gem clipped thoughts on this sacred day                                                                                                  When the temple will host devotional aura                                                                                        Mythology, and spiritual kindling tonight                                                                                                    I will not be awake to experience that

I exude confidence and feel magnetic
Towards positive vibes and ultimatums
When I am high on medicines artificially
As if I humbled the valleys of depression
I feel I can face the stresses in an office

I am stumped by the flak of medicines
When I altered my path towards healing
First setback is bitter like radish mouth
A betrayal that hurts the woven dreams
Threatening the very desire to be sane

Emptiness will acquire a grip on the night                                                                                          Voices in my mind will surrender silently
I'll feel helpless, hopeless, and soulless
But I wish for courage twining my mind
To weather the storm down and survive


A poem based on word prompts from #2WordPrompt #vsslocation #vss365 #vssdaily #Better2sday #loveletters #moonmystic #crowcalls #atreyasverse
#BraveWrite. Image from Google. 

Let's Meet At Hill Top

Let us meet at Ponmudi hill top
We can embrace clouds at dawn 
And wander through the meadows 
Whispering the secrets from hearts 
We can observe the hillocks around 
And select the prettiest to set a home 

Let us light the candles at night
On the big rock resting on a stone 
When the breeze is gentle and cold
We can spot all the celestial bodies 
Maneuvering  along the astral plane 
And rewrite the stars with our fantasy

Let us wait for the late night rain 
That will hide the shy moon subtly 
And dance with our sodden bodies 
Brave the cold droplets of desires 
Until we find our way back to cottage
To quench the thirst of our wild souls 

A poem based on word prompts from #vsslocation #loveletters #vsspoem #wordsoupdaily #turningthephrase #vssdaily. Image from Trip Advisor 

I'll Bring You A Song


I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we meet again,  On a misty morning in the valley, Where you love to sing with the birds

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we feel again, On a summer day in the beach, Where we met first surfing in the waves wobbling

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we hit again, On a spring eve at the pub, Where we danced in motions like high on cocaine

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we mate again, On a autumn night in the motel, Where we spent our date in a drunken state

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when we play again, On a winter afternoon in the hill, Where we made snow man and woman

I’ll bring you a song, my darling, when you say goodbye, On a rainy night in the highway, Where you  love to drive with the wind 


A poem based on word prompt from #loveletters 

23 Mar 2022

I Want A New Love


I want to nurture a new love;
Tender like a childhood dream.
Encrypted with beauty of souls;
Devoid of earthly expectations.
I want to traverse the seasons,
in her solemn company forever.
Wandering through the miracles,
the earth offers us to experience.
I'll promise to build the world she
dreams to see and live until death.
I'll throw the coin on the fountain,               
to bring good luck for our journey.
Letting go of begrudging heartbreak, 
to provide an innocent feeling of hope.


A poem based on #reevesroses #loveletters #vsscollab #BraveWrite word prompts 
Image by Unsplash 

21 Mar 2022

The Meat Ban

The government banned all meats 
Claiming that it hurts religious 
sentiments 
The band, 'New Age Hippies' sang 
'Nothing left to sacrifice', Let's 
Revolt 
They campaigned in social media 
With the keywords, 'Freedom to
Eat'
Their cult companions gathered in 
Front of parliament to protest
Loudly 
We want our meat and our right back
You're just the Harries' we voted 
Remember 
They started pelting the cheeses at 
Lawmakers who defended the 
Ban
While some of them grilled the meat 
In defiance, despite the threat of
Arrest 

A poem based on word prompts from #HumpDayWrite #turningthephrase #2WordPrompt #Better2sDay
 Image from unsplash 

20 Mar 2022

Caerleon



A poem about one of my favourite place in #Wales. 

A Long Walk Home

A long walk home 
13 stories tall long suffering
With a broken heart drowning in silence

The bitter words from her
Tasting like a poisonous goodbye
Killed their nice journey together atonce 

The slow poignant steps
Ruing being steadfast in his love 
Agonised like a furious mount Vesuvius 

A desolate dark room 
Filling more pain in his mind 
Betrayed like an ally embracing enemy 

A box full of memories
Portraying years worth romance 
Looked like thorns in the garden of hope 

A hand full of blood tears 
Raining from the dejected clouds 
Mended all thoughts towards moving on


 
A poem based on #fastprompt and  #Turningthephrase image from weedutap.com

A Journey to Siliguri


He was mocked as foible

by the villagers, but he was polite.

He doesn't exist on the citizens' list

He was a migrant from the nation

on the other side of the Ichamati River.

He lived in a shack on the river shore,

His life revolved around the mangroves

in the river delta, He borrows a small boat

every day, to sail through the mangroves,

In search of valuables brought by the river currents,                                           

He mostly returns with only fish. One day he got a                                         

book clung on to the roots of mangrove, it was wet,                                         

He dried it on the roof, He was curious to know the                                     

content, but he was illiterate, He has never been to                                               

a school before, Local school children taught him to

read Bengali. It took some more years to read the book.                              

It was about a journey to the Siliguri, He was mesmerized                             

by the depiction of that town, a few months later he started                           

his journey to Siliguri to relive the book!

A poem based on word prompts from #vssmagic #vssnature #vss365
#wipwordsearch

Dark Shadows of Lost Love

I am watching the dark shadows 
Of the ones who left me 
Without a goodbye 
From the balcony of my somber mind 

I want to throw the crumpled papers 
In which I wrote love letters
At the shadows 
And burn them with fire from my heart

I want to desecrate the shadows with 
The ashes from the papers 
Painting my agony 
Smoke may reach them in nightmares

Depriving them the joy of peaceful sleep
Like I am suffering everyday
For one night for 
Reminding them the pain of losing love 


 
A poetry based on #DarkLines word prompt .

Her Memorable Picture

I saw her picture from 
Grand Mosque in Abudhabi 
In a black Abaya and Hijab
She is not a Muslim,
But she looked like one,
I never saw her that pretty before 
I've been seeing her from her teenage
I couldn't take my eyes off her smile 
She was glowing like gold in black sand
Her eyes sparkled like lights from mist
There was unusual grace and elegance 
I don't have words to narrate her beauty
I just wished to marry her with that smile


A poem based on #writemap word prompt
Image from Unsplash 

19 Mar 2022

Key To Her Heart


 

It wasn't the right key, 

No, the lock has been changed: 

I am no more welcome!

Her heart has a new owner, 

who waited like a wily fox, 

to pounce upon our turmoil. 

The key I had was handed over, 

from another man,

who had a different ideology;

that she couldn't afford to carry,

for an entire life. 

She gave me the key with a caveat: 

that  she is a bird, 

I shall hold her in my hand,

but not catch her like in a cage.

I had told her:

I would love to see her fly high, 

chasing her dreams, 

I will catch her if she falls. 

I realised that she is indeed a bird:

who keep flying and meeting new birds,

spending time and banter at will, 

keeping her options open, if she's impressed.

She's less bothered about the partner;

She only cares about her happiness.

She can't bear any critique:

she need only praises, 

and someone who supports her,

even the wrong moves.  

I have breached that caveat:

She didn't wait for long for another adventure!


A poem based on #FromOneLine wordprompt. Image from Unsplash. 

18 Mar 2022

A Prophecy




An astrologer adorning red 

with conch shells arranged on a wooden plate 

Idols and images of gods and goddesses behind

 The aroma of the floral offerings and scents in the air

The presence of spirits is felt when the large shell is moved

She closed her eyes and prayed with divine verses 

With a concerned face, she asked if I am ready 

To hear a prophecy that will change my life 

I prayed to the gods and goddesses to be kind

She, with an intimidating voice, told me that 

There will be a death in my house in a month 

No godly or evil force can stop that from happening

I was in shock, and my friend too felt the shock 

My father was sick and stuck in another city 

And I was about to visit to bring him home

It was a prophecy about my father's death

He survived a silent heart attack and  was 

Kept in intensive care unit for days upon arrival   

Even doctors said its hard to tell until two days 

He made recovery and made it home safely 

But he had to survive some more days in the hospital 

Again, I hoped that the worst days are behind and 

We held a puja at home for his wellbeing 

But only to see him gasping for breath

Within days, on a fateful Friday night 

I saw him leaving this world in my hands 

on the way to the hospital, exactly a month

After the prophecy! I spent those four weeks with him

With a belief that he will survive! But prophecy turned true!



17 Mar 2022

Your Memory



Your memory is the pyre of my love 
It burns like fire of vivid images 
Of all moments spent with you 
It suffocates me with smoke
Of broken promises 
Its heatwave melt my frozen heart 
With an agony of lost dreams and years
Reviving a pain that refuses to abandon 
Me, Denying the closure my mind seeks 



A poetry based on #loveletters word prompt. Image from Unsplash.
 

A Bit Of Afternoon Rain

 
A bit of afternoon rain 
In a summer of funereal thoughts 
Drenching the soul with a new rosiness
Quenching the thirst of grains of trance 

When tomorrow comes 
The sprouts will emerge from darkness
Raising the flags of aspirations upwards 
Burying the demons of awe downwards 

The message from heart 
Is no more coos, it is louder than floods 
Extruding in the canvas of vivid colours
Exalting the bliss of liberty from worries




A poem based on word prompts from #FromOneLine #vssnature #poem #moonmystic #reevesroses #poetry #BraveWrite #1LineWed #vss365
#PoemADay Image from Pixabay

Eternal Lover


A chart of his maiden cruise journey

A  visit to countries in his bucket list

With a fem-droid designed for him

A beauty from the shores of Japan

She is going to fill his loneliness

She is going to spill his emptiness

She’s going to be his crime partner

She is programmed as per his wishes

She will express all human emotions

She will react to his emotional swings

He has coded his fantasies in her chip

All that he wished for someone else

He texted a message jubilantly

No, I am unfinished without you,not

I got a better version of you forever

An eternal lover who won’t change

With time !



A poem based on word prompts from

#BraveWrite #loveletters #crowstales

Image from AIST

15 Mar 2022

I Gave Her

 





A poem based on word prompts from #vsspoem #loveletters
Image from Unsplash 

Promise



 I am lost in vivid memories of winter

mornings in Birmingham, I used to

remain awake to hear your husky voice

All that sweet things you had in mind

I was intoxicated by your innocent love

It was cold outside and I was freezing

The distance between us was bridged

By Farmville game, texts, and our calls

You sold me dreams and wishes, With

your rosemary promises in those calls

It didn't bloom when I returned home

And came to your city to be with you

As you chose to move to hometown

With a man from a matrimonial portal

Fulfilling all the dreams of your family 


A poem based on word prompts from #BraveWrite #CrowCalls #ReevesRoses #moonmystic Image from TogetherV

14 Mar 2022

Wherever You Will Go





A poetry based on word prompts from #loveletters #vss365 #atreyasverse #moonmystic #TurningThePhrase #crowcalls Image from Unsplash

Expatriate

 


Expatriates remind me of Malayalees

Going to the Middle East in search of riches

From my lush green state of Kerala, And

work their souls out in the desert heat

They save every dinar or riyal they could

And send it to their families every month

They miss every event in their family

Letters were the lifeline for information

Only heard the voices of the loved ones

From a telephone in the neighbourhood

They could visit home only once in two or

three years, They come with big bags

and boxes, Full of gifts for almost entire

the village, They return with a heavy heart,

Chasing more money to build a new home

And fulfil the dreams of their loved ones

Those men, their blood, and their sweat

Changed the fortune of millions of lives

Their sacrifices built modern Kerala



A tribute to the men, from an old era, who brought prosperity to my state Kerala! #vss365 #poetry #poem #POEMS #Kerala Image from Asianet