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 ...
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