deer with black spots..

I was standing beside the street on that rainy day, enjoying the rain drops...... The fragrance of earth, drenched in the new rain, set my mind back....
I can clearly remember... the roof above was getting darker and I was walking through the woods, when I saw that deer with black spots....
I followed its foot steps, hoping.. it'll help me find my destiny..
I went through the un-familiar routs... Suddenly, an external force threw me into the space... and a gasp of fear caught my mind!
I got up from my sleep, my dream, my unconsciousness..... and ran for long, gasping for breath, to find a way out...
When I looked around, I couldn't find anyone in sight-before, beside or behind...
Now, I don't know where I am standing! And... Where did the deer go?

butterfly...

He always wanted to be with the near and dear ones. Whenever there was an opportunity he used to come HOME... Everybody used to like him so much……!
I feel he knew that he came to this planet only for a sojourn and wanted to be with his dear ones most of the time...
His death has created a vacuum in our lives. He had an ...aura around him which made him so attractive..
Like a butterfly that comes to this world giving joy to all those around and leave this world after a short period, he left this world leaving all of us in PAIN…
Oh September... You make me CRY...

story of a flower...

It was one of those days.. when I went to the riverside to grab a handful of water... There I could see an evergreen garden, full of flowers... a flower, which never wilts & having no fragrance.. a flower, whose colour I didn't know...
‎My mind became as small as that flower... I even forgot the rain, the river, the nature around me... I wanted to know the colour of that flower... and give it the smell of my sweat...
My mind started wandering about that flower... those moonlit nights and times when blood was oozing out of the moon... and felt it flowers only for ME...
When I tried to taste it, I tasted salt.... and dreams came crashing down.
I made those memories into a handful of ashes and floated on the river...
Now... I can feel the crying nature, hear the fluttering of the river, see the smiling flowers around me... That flower is still there, enlightening the world!

A Ayyappan

He died the way he lived. It was my good friend jijo who made the name and life of poet ayyappan familiar to me. A poet who lived on the streets, questioning the norms of civility and our images of erudite and straight jacketed poet...
One will be struck by the poignant contrast between his poetic style and uncouthed life... His life was ended as an unwanted, on the streets of trivandrum, leaving behind few lines written on a crumpled piece of paper, ostensibly referring to the image 'death'...
His death in a way was a poetic justice... a fairy tale end to a fairy tale life... He had access to images, which none of us have... As he set out for an odyssey to a world, which we are not part of, let's try to read and discuss the poetic marvels he has left behind for the posterity ...

my friend

When I met him for the first time, the vibes came out... I felt as if, I knew him for long. He is a good samaritan and my soul mate. Despite being part of an adulterated world around him, he continued to be the original mallu guy with all its flaks, firmly rooted to the ground....
‎We used to share and share alike... Now, that he has left this shore for a greener pasture, I feel happy for him... But, I feel the pain of not having my good friend around. I say.. no pain in this world can be as excruciating as the pain of separation...