Vientos negro..Black winds..

No one can take the nights from us where we died
May be they can share the days we laughed
Your whispers are your own..your dead nights too
Like a dark room in the building
With a velvet curtain so old
it lies down in a long abyss
they cover you as a silent afternoon
I want to be the wind in the corn field
Sweating the sweet scent of corns
my sorrows... my bitter joys float
and I live eating failures in the rain..
Like a Billy Joel Song  in background..
"sing us the song you are the piano man
sing us the song for life..."
The Ship of life rusting in a desert..
its mast flying a torn flag..like a big rock with moss
stands there still..time in still..dreams in still
the clock is dead long ago..it bleeds time in vain
we survive to see more nights..to eat the rusting irons
to drink the burning nights..
again a life...again the light of a day..in vain..
black is the silence..black is life..
The color of the winds in this valley is also black..

Sin Nombre

A sea of unfinished sorrows
like a never ending song
in the tape..
life ..it brings us to the sea shores
of love and hate
and you stand there
with your dreams
tune your head sets
you will hear..all the past
like a sea wind
brushing near your ears..
and that is called a day
when we sit alone...

cenizas de las lunas..ashes of the moons

I burned my moon yesterday

the ashes were pearl white

I searched for my words in them

but it all burned and gone

and I started the travel

The travel is full of rain and mist

of the baggage we carry from our life

only to find the truth that

whatever we feel now are what we carry

from yesterday's rains

if we leave them like fallen leaves

we are welcomed into springs

of skies where we walked past.

grace upon them who have failed

their walk ways are full of happiness

in a crystal clear sky I am waiting

for new moon rises..new nights

lluvia de azul- Blue rain at Kudajadri

It was the blue rain from my journey

with mist showering on us

the winds of mountain where light sleeps

we walked through our own past

we walked through our own life

in the mystic peaks full of rain..

there was this old tree full of green

waving its branches in mist

it was from our green memories

where silence sleeps.

I walked without making noise

a foot step from my memories 

will awake a thousand winds

and it will fill the valleys of sufferings

where the days of  yellow sun rests,

I saw a sage sitting and chanting

his long saffron adobe shines,

in the barefooted journeys of his life

of truth..of tranquil mornings

of his sacred life in peace.

the clouds are reborn every moment

in new shapes in new pace 

with a blue rain..in the peaks

it washes our life with sublime thoughts

it makes our journey like a river

in each step we are like a flower

in each thoughts like a feather

and i am drenched in this blue rain

towards the path of a thousand flowers

blooming in the path where the clouds reside

inside us outside in mist...

luna de plata con el vino

The drink is not over
come lets finish the cup of life
let us drink it slowly
as a nectar as a bee we be
drinking in peace
the tavern like an asylum
where our dreams afloat
the moments are struggling
to break away from clock
lets drink for life at stake
let us drink for fallen memories
let us drink for fallen dreams
lat us drink for happiness awaiting
let us drink for life's dawn
the cup of ife the cup of joy
it awiats the kiss of thoughts
let us be lost in a silent night
we our cup and an unfinished bottle
thats all we need to forget our thoghts
that all we need to fall on the sky
lets celebrate the paths we lost
let us celbrate the paths we cried
let us celebrate the moon we burned
lets rejoice the angels who left
let us cry with pride in life
we will live for the life's sake
we may go out but will never fade out
the cup unfinished..the life in full..

Old Path…..........White Clouds….....

Your tears are not your own

They come from the paths you left

As a wind from the salt plains of sorrows

It follows you to the place

With nights of half finished glasses

Where silence from empty bottles flow.

Your happiness is not your own

They come from the smiles you spread,

The clock of yesterday is dead

And a new one born at every night

With new sorrows and new smiles.

Your songs are from the sparrow’s heart

When they see rain on their doorsteps

What we call our own..

If we look again is not ours any more

In one day we bloom like a flower

One day flow like a wind..

I have wandered in cloudless paths

Trying to find an answer,

Only to be awakened later ,by

The seeds of misery –hidden in love

In my lust..in my passion..

The sweetness of fruits comes from

The hot summers of hunger

The emptiness of words comes from

Loud voices I hear

We collect things...we collect thoughts

We collect memories…we collect words

Our world gets filled.. we are possessed

Into this possessiveness..Into this sorrows

Where can we go on…on old paths

White clouds… dreamless sorrows..in trance…

El Cuarto Verde....The Green Room

The room is painted in green

With white paint playing hide and seek in cracks

And a spider on the corner, waiting for a big treat.

My window opens to another wall,

And my door opens to another room,

Like life, it opens to other visions

Not to an empty space or land,

I had to pass other floors

To travel out,

I have to cross the path where-

Words lay deserted on the floor.

Like a ship wreck lay scattered on the shore

Like water pools on roadside with yesterday's rain.

Some patches with water here and there

The room is a zone where silence floats,

In the air,on the floor...

Which I break with some songs,

Antonio Vega,with some Spanish sun,

Edith Piaf ,with some French love,

Like a Monsoon the songs come

To my green painted walls,

To my grey colored skies...

Breaking the doors,breaking the walls

Where silence is darkening the colored room

The songs flow like an afternoon river-in mercury shine..

And my green walls dances in bloom....

sueño violeta

In my dream yesterday,I visited a tavern
where i scribbled some poems in blue
the lines were beautiful like a sleep
So beautiful that I couldn't read them after my sleep,
They were like the night in Bangalore,
The Orange night of opium streets
The flashing car-ways of Ring Roads,
Like a night in Bangalore after 11
When Dogs invade the roads in packs
They hunt for food like a Monday rush hour
My lines in dreams were restless like those
Color purple, with a shade of blue
Opaque glass, outside filled with flowing night
So restless to enter into rooms...
So restless to enter into lives...
What a dream so close to life..!!
Or is it in life I am dreaming of a sleep...!!

la felicidad

We dwell in the adobe of yester years

And the moments we have been through,

So much that we tend to think

What we have been through are the real moments.

And we long for them again and again

Only to realize life goes forward and not backwards

It’s the river  of shared sunshine..sorrows..and life..

We long for a repeat of that face we met that day

That talk we had on a window

That other smile we miss so much..or

That other moment when we talked happy things..

But life..it just goes on…

Just like spring forgets the flowers which smiled on it

Or like a summer forgets the last rain it had..

We all forget the talks..the moments..the shared smiles..

And we call it a day.

We fill our life with work..Stuffs..and we tend to be more logical..

 Only to realize later..we should not have missed that moment..

We should not have missed those persons..

The past moments are not gone moments..

It just flows in front of us. we fail to see it

With our golden sunglass covering us..

And we call our self happy beings …

What a joke called life..

gracias amigo..

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…  

Cielo Amarillo..the Yellow Sky..

And there is this dream today..in an afternoon nap
its a sunny evening i am standing in my patio and suddenly the yellow sunshine is giving the floor and the houses a shade of yellow color...and its spreading like a paint..my sandals and the floor where i stand is bathing in yellow..all the houses and walls where the sun rays are falling is getting a yellow color..like a paint the color is flowing..and when i look at my feet when i step on the floor the yellow color is spreading like a paint through the walkways like a carpet..it was fun and i started playing like hopscotch on the yellow floor..and from somewhere soap bubbles floating in the air..that too yellow golden color..and then some one called...and its gone like a dust wind...
and i think i have seen so many unpleasant things in that sleep..i have seen some one getting angry on me..i have seen so many arguments and all but thank God i am not remembering anything but this beautiful dream..
now looking back i wish each day the sun could color the streets like that..each day the world will be different shades of sunshine..what a sight it would be...but dreams end and we are thrown back to the real world..just like a movie ends and the lights in the cinema turned on...to say to us..get up ..its time...life is waiting ;-)

sol de colores

Some one says to me  that "a smile of a small kid or sight of a beautiful flower or the chirping of birds..the way these small things add beauty to life, isn't it wonderful.?"
it is always wonderful to look at the small happiness with which our day is filled with...the joy of having a life is that only..we are lost in thoughts so much that we fail to notice the red sun..the yellow flowers showering on us..and the songs of the drizzle over our shoulders..or the leaf in an evening wind..
life is filled with so much of happiness but we forget to look at it ..for we are lost in the thoughts of our world inside we created ;-)..

Mi Vida

Life has never promised me anything..nor has God.. But people did..

Some said they will never leave me....Lie!!

Some said they will love till death..Lie!!

Some said you are the nicest person i met but we cant live together....Lie!!

Life is made of such sweet lies...all that matters is how we faced the time when we realised those were just Lies...

We may ask "Wouldn't life be better without those lies?" but in truth, the times I lived on those big lies were the best times I Lived..

The beauty of having a life...that thought it self is enough to be grateful for living a life ;-)

Lugares Coloridos

It is an eve of rain today..when walking through the pavements...the winds started to shower a lot of yellow flowers on the walkway...and some fell on my shoulders too..the sky woke me up from my endless thoughts on walks...the golden shower ..and scent of the leaves..makes us feel..the life is always worth giving a try...

I want to be a lost poem in some one's lost walks
That conveys the importance of you
Like a yellow flower i want to fall
From the dreams of winds to a life on earth
I wish the thoughts of you in writing
I wish to be distant and for me to feel you close
I like to think your thoughts becuase they are mine
And I wanna say we met for a reason
And I want that reason to be important
And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us
I wish to forget, I want to remember us
And I dream your smile always and your grimaces too.
I want your scars on my lips
I love yor disappointments in my heart
I love your strength in my soul
And I want your soul in my eyes
I want to believe everything you say and I do
And I want you tell me what’s best when I don’t know
And when you’re lost I want to find you
When you’re weary I want to give you dreamless nights,a Golden moon, and a silver sun
I want to take you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted
with the blinding light showering on us…

Thanks for the beauty of having a life ....

La espera de la Estrella

ഒരു രാത്രി കൂടി എഴുതേണം എനിക്ക്
നിന്നെക്കുറിച്ചുള്ള നിലാവു പുതച്ച വാക്കുകൾ...
അകലെയാണു നീ വേനൽ മേഘങ്ങളിൽ..
ഓർക്കുവാനില്ലിന്നു വക്കുപൊട്ടിയ ചില്ലു ജാലകങ്ങൾ കടന്നു വരും
പോക്കുവെയിൽ പോലെ കാലങ്ങൾ.
ഒരു പിടി ഓർമ്മകൾഭിക്ഷയായ്
നീ തന്ന ദിവ്യമായൊരാശ്ലേഷം...
നനുത്ത നീർത്തുള്ളികളിറ്റു വീഴുന്നൂ
വാക്കുകൾ സുരതാലസ്യം തീമിർത്തിറങ്ങിയൊരിലച്ചാർത്തുകൾ
നിന്നെക്കുറിച്ചോർക്കുമ്പോൾത്തന്നെ ജീവിതം മഹാനദി..
വാക്കുകൾ ജീവനവസാനിക്കും മുനമ്പിൽതന്നെ
ഓർമ്മകൾ- അലറിത്തിമിർത്തു വരും കാറ്റുകൾ
എല്ലാം എല്ലാം..
ഇന്നെന്റെ മധുശാലകൾ നിറയ്ക്കുന്നൂ
നിന്റെ കുറെ മന്ദഹാസങ്ങൾ,
നീ പറയാതെ നിർത്തിയ വാക്കുകൾ ചൂടേകി
കത്തി നില്ക്കുന്നിതെന്റെ ഉഷ്ണമേഘല.
ഒരിറ്റു മഴച്ചാറ്റൽ പോലും നനയാത്ത
എന്റെ വഴിയോരങ്ങൾ.
നീ- എന്റെ വയലറ്റു നിറമുള്ള സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ
     സമ്മാനിക്കുന്ന സ്നേഹമയമായ നിദ്ര
നീ-ഒരു കണ്ണാടിയുടച്ചു വീഴ്ത്തി
    ആയിരമാകശങ്ങൾ സമ്മാനിക്കും നിലാമഴ
നീ-എന്റെ കവാടങ്ങൾ കടന്നു വരുന്ന
    അഭ്ര പാളികളടർന്ന വെള്ളി വെയിൽ
ഉഷ്ണ ശരങ്ങളേറ്റു വാങ്ങുന്നെന്റെ പ്രണയം
രക്ത വാർച്ചയിൽ മൃതമായ് സ്മൃതിയായ്...
യുദ്ധം കഴിഞ്ഞ ദു:സ്വപ്ന രാത്രികൾ
പൊട്ടിച്ചിതറുന്നെന്റെ പ്രണയാകാശങ്ങൾ..
എഴുതി വച്ചതിനുമപ്പുറത്തേക്കായി
ഒരു നാൾ നീ തുറന്നു നോക്കേണം
എന്റെ വാക്കിനുള്ളിലെ സ്നേഹജാലകം,
എന്റെ മൗനത്തിന്റെ വേനല്ക്കാലം...
ഭൂമിയുടെ നനുത്ത വല്ക്കലങ്ങൾക്കുള്ളിലായി
ഉറഞ്ഞു കൊണ്ടിരിക്കയാണിന്നു ഞാൻ..
നിന്നെ കാത്ത്..എന്നും...
നിന്റെ കൺപീലികളിൽ തൂവി നില്ക്കും വിഷാദം പോലെ
എന്റെ ഓർമ്മകൾ..ഞാനും...

Alone in a Summer Night of March

And in this summer night of March

Its 3 in the morning the end of a night,

I feel like the colors of my purple dreams fade

Like a sky began to rain.

I am here thinking of beaches

And your silent nights in life...

There is music from a lone street

I hear you are building a house in a desert

And you are living with lots of pain in thoughts

I wanted to ask you so many times

But couldn’t make it...as a river ran dry

In a desert of thoughts...desert of life...

Do you really love someone else?

And I envy that lucky man in my dreams...

And the last time I saw you on my window

Where the Bougainville were blooming in red

It all felt like a rain.

I wish I were a drizzle in your life,

So you will remember me in sunshine...

I want your life filled with sunshine...

Forget this rain...forgive this sky...

The last time I saw you, you wore that butterfly

In your hair...it was flying in my dreams

And  I have only to say this

Please don’t pass by me...I am blind

Please don’t pass by me...I am blind

Send me some flowers when I am gone...

Remember me when there is sunshine...

In your life...

I know you might have heard it so many times

That someone is in love with you

And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am,

Just want to say to you I am not just another one.

I am the one who loves your sufferings

I am the one who loves your rain...

കണ്ണാടികൾ നിലാവു കാത്തിരിക്കുന്നു..

തമ്മിൽ കാണുന്നില്ല നമ്മൾ

അത്രയടുത്തു ചിരിക്കുമ്പോളും

അകനിലാവു നിറയുന്ന കനവുകൾ

നിറഞ്ഞ വിഷാദം നിറയ്ക്കും ജീവനിൽ

ഒന്നു മൊഴിയുക,

നമ്മൾ മറന്ന സ്നേഹാകാശങ്ങൾ

പാതി തുറന്ന കടൽ കാഴ്ചകളിലേക്കു

നടന്നു നീങ്ങുന്ന സഞ്ചാരി ഞാൻ

നിന്റെ വിഷാദം തിങ്ങുന്ന ചുവരുകൾ

അതാര്യമായ ആ ചില്ലു ജനാലകൾ

നീ തുറന്നതേയില്ല ..ഞാൻ എത്ര വിളിച്ചിട്ടും

എല്ലാം നടന്നു നീങ്ങുന്നു എന്റെ

നിന്നെക്കുറിച്ചുള്ള ഓർമകൾ...

തമ്മിൽ കേൾക്കുന്നില്ല നമ്മൾ

പറഞ്ഞു കഴിഞ്ഞ ഒരു മഞ്ഞുകാലം

ചിരിച്ചു മറന്ന ഒരു മഴക്കാലം

എല്ലാം..വീണ്ടും...

ഓർക്കുക വിഷാദത്തിന്റെ

 തിരകളിലുമെന്റെ ജീവിതായനം

നിനക്കു വേണ്ടി ഏതോ കാഴ്ച്ചയിൽ

മറന്നു പൊവുന്ന പുഴയായിരുന്നു ഞാൻ...

എന്റെ തകർന്ന കണ്ണാടികൾ

നിലാവു കാത്തിരിക്കുന്നു.....

Colores de Soledad

When you have shut your doors,
And darkened your room,
Remember never to say that you are alone,
For you are not alone;
But God is within, And your thoughts within..
And what need have they of light
To see what you are doing?-
When some one says they dont see your absence,
In dark alleys or in sunshine...
Is it that they dwell in the colours of yesterdays?
That they fail to see the tree on the way,
Still there in rain ..in winds..
Dwelling in the adobes of yester years,
The dust falling on leaves..the winter making it dry.
No one is there to wait for it
Only the eternal traveller waits in his golden gates.
No one cherish its presence..no one misses its talks
No one remembers it..
I am just a  tree in the way
Who awaits the sunshine...
In no one's memory i dwell..
In no one’s talks i am remembered,
The tree without memories...
The tree that dwells in sublime dreams..
The tree from the valleys of eternal solitude...

Life..in its colours

വെളുത്ത മേഘങ്ങളിൽ ഹൃദയ രക്തത്താൽ എഴുതി ഞാൻ
നിന്നോടുള്ള എന്റെ സ്നേഹം
നീയൊ
നക്ഷത്രങ്ങളുടെ കൂട്ടുകാരിയായി
മേഘങ്ങളിലൊളിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു...
ശ്വാസം തണുത്തുറയുമ്പോലെ ജീവനിൽ
അരിച്ചിറങ്ങുന്നൂ ജീവിതത്തിൻ നിസ്സാരത
കറുത്ത ആകാശങ്ങൾ തേടുന്നവർക്കുനഷ്ടമാകുന്നൂ
അകക്കണ്ണിന്റെ സ്നേഹ ഭൂമികൾ.
ഹൃദയത്താൽ സംസാരിക്കാൻ തുടങ്ങേണം നാം,
പുതിയ നിലാപ്പച്ചകളെ അറിയുവാൻ.
കത്തുന്ന ഹൃദയങ്ങളുടെ കൂട്ടുകാരൻ ഞാൻ
മഴയുടെ സംഗീതം കൊതിക്കും മണലാഴി.
ഓർമകൾ ഉണ്ടായിരിക്കണം-
ദേവധനുസ്സിന്റെ രാത്രി പഥങ്ങളെ
ഓർമകൾ ഉണ്ടായിരിക്കണം-
സ്നേഹത്തിൻ ഇല പൊഴിയും കാലങ്ങളെ
ജീവന്റെ താഴ്വാരങ്ങളെ പച്ചപ്പു ചാർത്തുന്ന
എന്റെ ആത്മാവിലുയരും വാക്കിന്റെ മഴക്കാലങ്ങളെ...
വാഴ്വിന്റെ കറുത്ത പുസ്തകം ഇതൾ മറിയ്ക്കും വരെ,
കനവിന്റെ ജനാലകളിൽ കാറ്റു നിലയ്ക്കും വരെ,
കാലത്തിന്റെ പാതകൾ ഇലകളാൽ മൂടും വരെ,
നീ
എന്റെ കാഴ്ച്ചയുടെ നിറങ്ങളിൽ,
എന്റെ രാത്രിയുടെ ഗന്ധങ്ങളിൽ,
എന്റെ ശ്വാസത്തോടു കൂടെ
ജീവിക്കുന്നു....

Gokarna

Gokarna is a place where,
The traveler's tales afloat like winds,
The cliffs with blossoming trees
The sea birds whistles in  tune with the waves.
Like a monster on its nap
Sleeps the the Rocks of Gokarna.
Its silent shores tells the tales of
Endless struggles of the waves,
To enter the hearts of the black rocks
Like an ever lasting lover's dreams
The beaches of Gokarna sleeps.
You can borrow the dreams from the white sands
Of the breath of the glittering silver sea
By sitting there in the seaside
Watching the waves touching the feet
Of age old rocks singing to sea gulls
The stories of ships that came
From ages ..from far off sunsets
With Flags of all seasons
For the beaches to sleep with stars,
And fill the hearts with peace..