To a Dear Friend

I know you have crossed the violet seas of sorrow..

Your ship has the flags of diamond studded nights,

Sparkling with the struggles you have been.

The care you gave me in the times of pain

Like a wind ploughing the ship in distress

To the shores where clouds whisper the stories of tranquil mornings in life.

How can I return words of gratitude..

When I know the words have no colors some times

You walked with me in my dry winter path, I went as a dust in the wind

You told me about the red cherries blossoming in hope...in grace..

And I looked up to the sky to see the orange sky.. full of peace

And the scent of Guavas showering in rain

Life re born from the black earth with rain..

As a grass peeping through the world

Growing towards the sky..my life..in green

I was about to surrender..End this dreams..

my hopes were lost in simmering sand,

You made me realize, in life- hope never sets,

Life is like a box of chocolates..

You never know which one you are going to get

What taste the one you get will have…

But it still tastes the sweetness of life

Thanks for being there my friend

I walked alone..only to find .. Even my shadows parted ways at night

You showed me a walkway where the shadows never sets in..

Thanks for all…  

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Posted By Vino to Moon River....Rio` de Luna at 4/13/2011 02:48:00 AM

Watching the Streets

When they take out the moon from the sky
And makes a silent night to pass
The stars whisper in wonder
The world unwinds into a screen of lights
I see people walking through the vibrant streets
each one with a story of its own
Their lives whirls into a silent sandstorm
to be awaken by the nights of the skies
Watching the sand city in dusk
Setting its tunes for the Starry night
Moon has passed by in trance
A cloud has embraced moon with love
They play the opera of love
In the night sky as a stage
People are walking down the streets
without knowing the love games in sky
Each one is born to share the grandeur of nature
But we forget to look up to heaven
and we continue with our walk upon earth
fast..hurried..noisy steps..to reach destinations
a colorful sky passes by..The city drenched in sky glow
luminous vibrant ...without sleep..

A Note from a fellow traveller...

The Yellow Painted walls awaits a hug in the evening
My love will come ..will flung open her arms
Bringing me the warmth of a desert rose
The Road from the window is full of lights
The amber yellow pavements shine in life
A lake shines far away like a mirage
The stories of wayfarers are to be told...
And the hot winds take them away to far away lands
Her eyes fall on mine .. telling the stories
And an embrace is all it takes for me to sleep
I want you to know I wanna share with you
Your tiredness..your lonely drives
Your walk at nights.. your sorrow
Your struggles of the days...your Life..
I wanna be the wind which blows on your face
with a lullaby in your ears to make you sleep
I wanna be that soft rays of sun in your window
to wake you up to a bright morning..
take me with you my love..to the days of your life
to the alleys of your sorrows..to the valleys of happiness
I just wanna be with you ..in this life or for ever...

അവസാനിക്കാത്ത രാത്രി..

ചന്ദന ഗന്ധിയായ  നിലാവില്‍ ശ്രുതി ചേര്‍ത്ത്
ഒരു പാലപ്പൂവിനോട് സൌഖ്യം നേര്‍ന്നു
ഫരീദ് അയാസ് പാടുന്നു
തകര്‍ന്ന കോട്ടകളുടെ  നിശ്വാസങ്ങള്‍
മരുഭൂമികള്‍ നിറയുന്ന പ്രണയ കഥകള്‍
ഒരു കൃഷ്ണ വര്‍ണമാര്‍ന്ന തംബുരു മീട്ടി
വീണ്ടും വീണ്ടും
ആകാശങ്ങള്‍ തുറക്കുന്ന സങ്കീര്‍ത്തനങ്ങള്‍ ...
ഈ സംഗീതത്താല്‍ ഉണര്‍ത്തപ്പെടുന്ന
ദൈവത്തിന്റെ  പ്രഭാതങ്ങള്‍
എത്ര മനോഹരങ്ങളായിരിക്കും !!
ഈ തണുത്ത നഗരത്തിലൂടെ ഞാന്‍ നടക്കുമ്പോള്‍
ആ സ്വരത്തിന്റെ സുഗന്ധവും പേറി
ഈ രാത്രികള്‍ അവസാനിക്കാതതാകട്ടെ...
ഫരീദ് അയാസ് പാടുമ്പോള്‍
കാറ്റ് നിലച്ച കടലുകള്‍ പോലെ
നിശ്ചലമായ ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ ...
ഒരു നിലാവെളിച്ചത്തിന്റെ വഴിതെറ്റിയ മാലാഖ
എന്റെ  കൂടെ നടന്നു വരുന്ന രാത്രിയില്‍
ജീവിതത്തില്‍ മഞ്ഞു പെയ്യിക്കും പാട്ടുകള്‍
ഈ പ്രഭാതത്തിലും എന്റെ മുറിയില്‍
തങ്ങി നില്‍ക്കും ഗസലിന്റെ സുഗന്ധം
ഫരീദ് അയാസ് പാടുന്നു...

One More Birthday Night...

Another graceful night passes by.I was hungry and sipping a cup of hot milk and beaten rice at 12 O clock.I opened my doors to enjoy the cold winds of winter night.it touched my body in a sweet embrace.I am remembering another year.this is the most sublime birthday i ever had.It fills the heart with a gratitude to the people who bothered to call up and wish.I was humbled by the feeling that they remember the fellow traveler in their journey of life.

sometimes we don't remember where we met and where we saw but the memories and the moments just comes with us for the rest of our life.

I am celebrating my solitude where I feel the magic of a silent night...its just another day...

this also will pass :-).

Birthdays when I was with family,birthdays with friends ,birthdays on travel,birthdays on seashores,birthdays in pub,..but this is the most beautiful of all.a cold wind on your shoulders,a cup of hot milk,and moments of solitude.reminds me how simple and beautiful life is and how enjoyable little moments of happiness which is in our hands.

I may have made it complicated with my wishlist, with my desires and wants.I have decided to move away from moments of rage and grudge in life and be a traveler who move on with gratitude to all who has touched my life..

My only prayer is 

Give me the grace to always not to  hurt even the sands of seashores of life with my feet....if it happened let me have the courage to ask for forgiveness...!!!

I love my barefoot journeys :-)

Shipwrecked sailor's notebook

-To the Angels of moonlight...

when you cry in a remote island
The heart that bleeds of red sorrows
is mine
when you shed tears in a dark abyss
the seas of sorrows washes ashore in thunder
that seashore is my life my dear
when you hear the silence of winds
in your deserts
the sands which boils in heat
are my unfinished words
my dry throat is aching
with the sobs of my lonesome nights
when you sob in the black nights
the clouds that block the moonlight
for you to have a silent sleep
is me
the stories of a soul drenched in the rain
burnt in sun
washed ashore in pieces
after my terrible shipwrecks of love
I don't want anything more than your soft rays
your smile with all the sorrows glittering
give life to my sparrows to fly
to the skies of evening sun
I am sure that you will come to the earth
where I lie
in solitude
and you will shower me with red roses
since you know I dont like white flowers.
but by then its too late my dear
I will be wandering in earth in dust
I will be washing ashore in waves...
Thats what life brings to us
when we pray for the angels
and the angels forget to pray for us...

ഒരു പിറന്നാള്‍ സന്ധ്യയില്‍......... ....

ഒരു കൊറ്റി പറന്നു  പോവുന്ന കഥയില്‍ നിന്നും
ഞാന്‍ ഒരു ആകാശം ഉണ്ടാക്കുന്നു.
അതില്‍ സ്നേഹത്തിന്റെ തൂവലുകള്‍ നിറഞ്ഞ
തണുത്ത പ്രഭാതങ്ങള്‍.............
നക്ഷത്രങ്ങള്‍ കെടുത്തുക.
മഴവില്ലുകള്‍ മായ്ച്ചു  കളയുക.
നിശബ്ദമായ ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ നിറയുന്ന
യാത്രയില്‍
കടന്നു പോവുക നഗ്നപാദനായ്
ഒരു കല്ലിനെപ്പോലും വേദനിപ്പിക്കാതെ.
സായാഹ്നങ്ങള്‍ക്ക്‌ കരുതി വെച്ചിരിക്കുന്ന
ഒരു ദിവസത്തിന്റെ വഴിയോര
സംഗീതിക,
വെളിച്ചം നിറച്ച ജീവിതപ്പാതകള്‍
തീരം മറന്നു പോയ ഒരു നദി പോലെ
ഒഴുകിതീരുന്നു.

കളി അവസാനിക്കുമ്പോള്‍
രാജാവും കാലാളുകളും
ഒരേ പേടകത്തിലെയ്ക്ക് തിരിച്ചു പോവുന്നു
കറുപ്പും വെളുപ്പും നിറഞ്ഞ
സായാഹ്നങ്ങള്‍ മാത്രം ബാക്കി വെച്ച് കൊണ്ട് ...

ഒരു പുഞ്ചിരി മാത്രമാണ് നമ്മള്‍ ബാക്കി വയ്ക്കുന്നത്
ജീവിത സന്ധ്യയില്‍
മണ്ണിലും മഴയിലും കടലിലും
അലിഞ്ഞു ചേരുമ്പോള്‍,
നാം കൊണ്ട് പോവുന്നത്-
ജീവിതത്തിലെ ഒരു സ്വര്‍ണ വെയില്‍ മാത്രമാണ്,
നിശ്ചലമായ നിത്യ ദുഖങ്ങള്‍ക്ക്‌ മേല്‍
നാം ജയിക്കുന്ന ദിനങ്ങളുടെ ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ മാത്രമാണ് ...

The Stones that you are walking on...

When you travel
Its not you who discovers the place
but the place discovers you..
and we look inwards
to see our new valleys
we open the skies to our winds
and it rains inside to wash out
our melancholic nights.
it showers crystals into the dreams
when you walk barefoot
the rocks which hurts your feet 
transmits the blessings from earth
they talk ..of the paths to our minds
of the red earth of memories.
we become the lonesome tree
on the green valley awaiting the tales
of wayfarers from distant lands
who rests on your shades..
and we disintegrate into
stones..winds..sands
in each step a flower ..in each sight a cloud..
when you sit there with eyes closed
the mist seeps into you 
and you become the stream
you become the river
and you dream of  yourself
as the leaf that floats 
taking its turn in each curve
where the river of life takes you..
when you travel
it is not you who discovers the place
but the place discovers you...

A Night Walk

A nocturnal walk in a bangalore street
is like a flash of a movie with colorful frames
Old sixties oozing out from pubs at night
blues and jazz from dreams of yesterdays
the green & yellow three tyre cabs
the peacocks of nights waiting for customers
I walk past dreams & screams that their souls  have seen
What colour the nights of sleepless watchmen will have
the crysanthamum shine in lights
A flower seller peddles with his empty baskets
where his flowers will be smiling now ? i thought
some will be showering on Gods
some will find their ways into beautiful hairs
some will end up in some lover's hands
The last metro is going like a purple arrow
windows of lights through the sleeps of the city.
a dreamer walks past me with his stumbling steps
as if he had drank the entire night
to keep away his sober day with sorrows!
I walked through a Bangalore night
The Sulfurous nights of street lamps
and the city sleeps with colorful dreams..

Dreams..Through a Glass Darkly...

Mirrors with red patches

Cherries with blue algae

Blue lagoon..white skies

A night lingers as a stalker's wind

That's all I see today 

an albatross flies by 

seashore so white

It makes me blind with the sun

I am burnt in my walks

The earth is so red 

I am digging deep in my dreams

to bury the life of yesterday....

in the room a scented stick is burning

I am lost in the dance of that smoke

it rises... tilts ..and curls

and then the dance goes to heaven

they are the messengers of dead dreams

they whisper in the ears of angels

the prayers..the sorrows...the life in bloom...

Gracias a mi padre

When My father puts his shirt in the corner

in the evening after work,

it slowly curls into  a heap like a sigh,

I see it every day ..his soiled shirt.

with the days dust of the road he takes

it has the smell of my father in it,

in each fiber i smell life.

it fills the room with tales,

of my dreams for him ..his bliss for us.

my father's shirt is like a glorious flag

telling the winds of rain he felt

the truth of his words seeps through it,

and the silence of struggles gives it grace.

it is from the valley of melancholy

like a bird lost its flock,

it sits in the corner filled with dust

of love,struggle and a handful of hopes...

ചരിഞ്ഞ ലിപി തീരുവോളം ....

ചരിഞ്ഞ ലിപി തീരുവോളം
എഴുതാം നമുക്ക്
ഉപ്പുരസമുള്ള സ്നേഹവാക്കുകള്‍
ഹൃദയത്തിന്റെ കപ്പല്പ്പാതകളിലെയ്ക്ക്
നേര്‍ രേഖകളായി സഞ്ചരി ക്കട്ടെ
ഒരു മഴക്കാലം കൂടി കടന്നു പോകുമ്പോള്‍
തകര്‍ന്ന നഗരങ്ങളുടെ ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ .
ഇലകള്‍ ശ്രാ ദ്ധം കൊള്ലാനിറങ്ങുന്ന
കറുത്ത മണ്‍[പാതകളില്‍
എന്റെ പാദങ്ങളില്‍ നീറുന്ന മുറിവുകള്‍
പഴയ വഴികളുടെ ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ തറ ച്ച താവാം
പെയ്തോഴിഞ്ഞ മഴക്കാലങ്ങള്‍
നക്ഷത്രങ്ങളുടെ പുഞ്ചിരികള്‍
ഏതു മലനിരകളിലെ മഞ്ഞുകള്‍
ഇനി നിറയ്ക്കേണം ഔഷധിയില്‍
ഏതു മ ദ്ധ്യാഹ്ന വെയിലുകളാണ്
സ്വര്‍ണ വര്‍ണത്താല്‍ പുതിയ ജീവിതം
വരയ്ക്കേണ്ടത്
അറിയാറില്ല ഒന്നും ആരും
പക്ഷെ എഴുതി നിറയ്ക്കേണം
ജീവിതാകാശം  നിറയെ
ചരിഞ്ഞ ലിപിയില്‍ ഭംഗിയോടെ
ജീവിത യാത്രകള്‍
കൂടെ നിന്നവരുടെ ചിത്രങ്ങള്‍
കൂടെ ചിരിച്ച പൂക്കള്‍, മഴവില്ലുകള്‍
എഴുതി മായ്ക്കണം സ്നേഹത്തോടെ
കഴിഞ്ഞ മഴക്കാലങ്ങള്‍
മാഞ്ഞ നക്ഷത്രങ്ങള്‍ ....

Seeing a Man in A Wheelchair..

He was looking at the acrobat with envy

I was wondering what his visuals will be

He was in his wheelchair watching the sea

The sea within him is so quiet,
There was a drizzle...he was dancing in joy..
In his wheelchair ..his dance..and the sky in trance
seeing a man in wheelchair  in happiness
is like a new sky with a thousand suns...

Mi deseo

I want to be a lost ship
sailing out in mist
in the seas of agony
with my flags of moments
when i lived,drank, slept with
my eternal dates with destiny.
I want to be that rain
which showers little angels
on to the green leaves
splashing on them
the messages from heaven.
I want to be that sunshine
showering gold on walkways
pouring honey on evening seas.
I want to become a gentle smile
of a tree in bloom
in this life ..now ...forever..

Watching a Movie..

There is this girl with a dragon tattoo
from a Swedish winter she came
into our living room with a chill
of winter nights and silence.

mia culpa mia maxima culpa

How many more years I will take
to pardon me for my mistakes
I see in the mirror an ash tinted face
my self with all the dust taken from the roads
unveil the happiness sparking in the eyes
im searching for the man in the mirror
who has left me long time ago...

എന്നും തണുത്ത സായാഹ്നങ്ങള്‍ 

സമ്മാനിക്കുന്ന ബാങ്കളൂര്‍

നിന്റെ ജാലകങ്ങള്‍ 

ഏതു ദുഖങ്ങളാണ് നനഞ്ഞിറക്കുന്നത്‌ 

Los santa gatos en la casa..The Holy Cats at Home

I Have this two cats at home

When I visit my home and leave my shoes,

They look at my shoe as an alien ship

And they look at me as “The visitor “from space

They come near me only after two days

Will sit on my lap when news paper comes

One is pearl white and he is shy

The other twin likes the sports page!

White one likes Politics page,

It will glance through the cartoons

And enjoy Indian politics and turns.

When My Mother calls me for food

I raise my hands and the signal is gone

They will touch my feet with the soft body

Cats, restless like our thoughts

They wander all through the house

They will come whenever they want

And are gone before we know.

They are so cute like a dream we have

When we try to touch, they run away

Just like a dream is lost when we wake up.

The Cats at home are wanderers

They have no special place to eat

And they enjoy all the tastes

I am sure they are blessed

With freedom to choose and freedom to roam

They are the blessed souls reborn

With a tranquil face like a calm wind

They sleep on the floor and they play on the earth..

Without any worries..without any plans..

Las ranas y los Princesa

There are no more princess' left in this world
to turn frogs into men
in stories they sleep... never to be waken up
into this world where even butterflies have swords
and flowers oozes with nectar so bitter
bees stopped flying to gardens
thunderstorms lost its charm
where the streets are filled with screams
the roads are empty with crimson gold light
here and there some strangers walk past..
people have gone back to their cocoons
in search of a more "secured" life.."secured" choices!!!
you are missing allot in this life or other
if you are not walking past the winds
if you are not agonised by rains on your shoulder
you are missing this life or other...
The life of a frog in a dirty lane
filled with darkness so dense
I walked past many in my nocturnal paths
sometimes some has reminded me
I am also like that frogs
dense in dark memoirs..filled with blood
of the insomniac dreams
of the starving days..
a path so dark,but I will walk past
through the magical faith that I carry
as a handful of water drops in this desert
we should walk past all memoirs..to be alive..
we should walk past all the pages
of life's nights so dark..

When I go for a walk in the morning...

The mere sense of being ,derives from the small happiness we experience in life. be it in the sight of a sunrise,sounds of woods,a flowing river,a floating leaf,the fast moving scenery over the train window,the smell of earth, the little moments of joy contribute to the sense of being and alive.travel fills the mind with pristine freshness. in sights,in ideas,and gives a new outlook to life.The higher levels of awareness is the footstep to happiness in its true meaning.The sense of awareness and the pursuit of inner happiness is the meaning of life and it brings meaning to the sense of being and living.in each step a flower in each moment a wind..to be like that is the blissful life..wish the travel of life will take me there one day...

sueños de hambre...hunger dreams..

In Auroville...The adobe of peace..

The Scent of Snow
The smell of an autumn night
The convalescent winds
A holy morning with God's morning hug
Every one is not born but made by heaven
To share the grandeur of life
The pilgrim doors are opening
To the silence of winter
They start-walking out
Grace,hate,goodness,anger all..
And calmness remains inside..
The meditating silver river runs through
The meditations of fall
The life's drops of dew
Dripping from  the abode of calmness
A Buddha is born
A Buddha is leaving
Twilight,wind,morning
And ends there, the never ending crave for lust...
The curtain falls on life with pride..
A new life with humility born.
I stand here on the adobe of silence
In front of the master who shines in words
A word..a line..of thought
Is enough for a change of life..