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This is anthology of poems of Nithin RS. This poetry blog has more than 400 poems ranging over two decades. I started writing poems in 1998. I wish to tell tiny tales through my poems. I welcome you to my poetry world :)
2 Apr 2022
Llama
1 Apr 2022
Larkspur Wish'
When the velvet dusk haunts moon,
I will be waiting for you with
Larkspur flowers
I want to put them on your pink hair,
To make you gleam at night with
shy smile
I will end my woeful wanderings,
for listening to the soulful music that
you play
And you will see me dancing wildly to the
music of you, and lose in potion of
your love
The purpose of my life is to build a new life,
with you in an estuary of
your dreams
A poem based on word prompts from #atreyasverse #BraveWrite #moonmystic #VIVpoem #vss365 #WIPWordSearch Image from Google
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!
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
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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
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