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..