"memory of marie a"

One day in blue-moon September,
Silent under a plum tree,
I held her, my silent pale love
in my arms like a fair and lovely dream.
Above us in the summer skies,
Was a cloud that caught my eye.
It was so white and high up,
and when I looked up, it was no longer there.

And since that moment, many a September
Came sailing in, then floated down the stream.
No doubt the plum trees were cut down for timber
And if you ask what happened to my dream
I shall reply: I cannot now remember
Though what you have in mind I surely know.
And yet her face: I really don't recall it.
I just recall I kissed long ago.

Even the kiss would have been long forgotten
If that white cloud had not been in the sky.
I know the cloud, and shall know it forever,
It was pure white and, oh, so very high.
Perhaps the plum trees still are there and blooming.
Perhaps that woman has six children too.
But that white cloud bloomed only for a moment:
When I looked up, it vanished in the blue. 

-Romanticism at its best.. by famous German poet Brecht..

had she been mine

sometimes love is like that
you never know when it happens
Its the longing to see, to walk along, to speak your heart out
Deep inside the feeling grows that she is all yours
And finally when realizing that it was all a dream, you bury them down

Once in a while you brush them up with a drop of tear
Again the heart would wish: "had she been mine..."

inspired from Madhavikuty a.k.a Kamala das, the lady who opted a less travelled path in literature...

the original in malayalam is like this..

Chila ishtangal anganeyanu. ariyathe ariyathe nammal ishtappettupokum.onnu kanan oppam nadakkan ere samsarikkan vallathe kothikkum.ennum entethu mathramanennu veruthe karuthum. oduvil ellam veruthe aayirunnuvennu thirichariyumbol ullinte ullil evideyenkilum aa ishtathe nammal kuzhich moodum.pinneedeppozhenkilum randu thulli kannuneerinte nanavode aa ishtathe nammal veendum oorkum.appozhum hrudayam vallathe kothikkunnundakum.
"aval entethaayirunnenkil..."

life in the recycle bin

"Hi you just deleted me"

Said I with a flash
Of laughter that none noticed
Except of course my brothers and cousins.

Someone asked me once,
'hows life in the recycle bin'
"Nice",I said,
"You don't have the sky to ideate,
You don't have the stars to dream at,
Its an air tight box
But I can sleep undisturbed."

People ask, 'don't you feel afraid'
Do I?
I may, But its better than the thousand clicks
That stamp me everyday,
the silent laughter of the crowd,
the mocking faces around me,
the unwanted sympathy,
the unheard cry,
the unsaid words.
Yes, I am afraid, ..of the world outside.

'Are you mad?',shot another.
I laughed.
I should be mad.
I'm not in life, not in death.
Hanging, waiting for someone to pull up.
Or push me down.
Or am I waiting?
I don't know.
I am mad for sure.

"You are funny!"...
Am I?
The joker of the lot.
With the mask to make you laugh,
When the eyes are pouring?
Maybe I am.

"Who are you?"
The confused life.
Your mistake is my life.
And when you correct it
I'm gone
Yes, I'm Gone.

ok world, take it

i think i need a bike, 
a tricycle rather...
to move around,
to go around the world...
So till that time,
let me sleep...

beginning of the end

Did you hear the voice
the breeze
the song
the scream

maybe the nightingale died
shot by the deaf bullet

maybe the rose faded
crushed by the blind boots

maybe its the world's end, or...
is its the beginning?, or...
is it just my vision fading?

Pablo Neruda's "Tonight I can write the saddest lines"

"Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
I can write the saddest lines of all, tonight.

Write, like: 'The night is broken,
and the stars, blue, are trembling in the distance..

Whirling around in the sky, the lonely night wind sang...

Tonight I can render the saddest words.
I loved her once , maybe she too loved me sometime.

How many nights like this, I held her in my arms.
Kissed her over and over, beneath the boundless sky.

She loved me profoundly, I too loved her many a time.
How could I not have loved those love filled deep still eyes?

This night I can Write the saddest poem of all,
I can think I don't have her, feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And like dew fall on the grass, the poem drops down to the soul.

What matters now, when my love couldn't hold her.
The night is broken and she is not with me.

There ends the grief. Far away, far beyond my sight, someone sang.


As if to get close, my eyes search for her, again.
she is not with me but my heart seek her still.

That night, those trees whitened in moonlight, may still be the same.
Not we, we are the same lovers no longer; we changed, we changed a lot.

I will no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched for the wind to brush her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. like she once belonged to my kisses.
So will her voice, her serene light body. Her infinite eyes.

I will never again love her, true, but perhaps I might love her.
Love is so short, oblivion so long...

Because its on nights like this that in my arms I held her so close,
my soul turns restless on having lost her forever.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
Although this may be the last poem I write for her."


ps : Pablo Neruda's this poem has been translated a 1000 times...
This one is my tribute,adding up a little more emotion which i felt the other translations never tried to portray... with due regards to Pablo Neruda, various English translators, Malayalam Translation by Chullikkad - on whose works this is based upon.

The Street Singer

Rain drops fell on my gray umbrella
Knocking with the sound of a thousand dreams
But they failed to make to my lazy ears
Which were waiting for my legs to make the move.

"Laugh Aloud,Cry Along"
The woman, rather the girl sang
Dusky little thing as she...
Her voice through the rain reached some ears around
Pausing some of those wet legs in the street
Passing a tiny small wave of silence along with it.

More subtle was the pause than those words
Which were roaming around my idle brain
my eyes glanced the distaste in the faces
Of those disturbed minds,running as ever
In the city which never sleeps with the people
Who never woke up to look around.

Leaving a penny in her cap, i joined them
And her song washed out slowly.

The love of despair...

Never did you seek those roses that were kept for you

Roses, reddened with the blood spilled from my heart


......

Never were those words seen, which I wrote upon my life for you
Never ever those fingers touched the strings, beating in my heart, for you...

Beyond the blinded centuries, far beyond the endless depths of memories
I still know you dear, as that ray of sunshine which once fall on my winter sky

Its pain, I know, these thought of you, my dear, and ah...what happiness it brings
the pain ‘cause of you!
Let my cup be filled, forever, by the pain, the pain you gave me with your absence…

[the poem abv is intentionally put in RED...as this is a tribute to that great work 'anandadhaara' by balachandran chullikkaad...as i think i haven't portrayed one hundredth of the emotions that are involved in that wonderful poem!!! ]