Flowing like a little child, The gurgle is the laughter, so mild Que sera sera, the attitude, Oh! How much I envy you. Making merry on the path you flow, The plants and grass really glow. Your speed increases bit by bit, And so does your energy I...
The heroes of the Vadakkan Pattu, Known for their valor and strength, Exponents of Kalaripayattu they were, Called the Chekavar clan. Hired by the small rulers Of Kolathunadu and Kadathanadu, To fight and die for them, The chekavars were real warriors. Thacholi...
There, in the erstwhile Travancore, Lived Nangeli and Chirukandan. A happy couple that they were, But were bound to the rules of the Pravathiyar.* Women, of the lower castes, Couldn't cover their breasts, Shouted the rule, oh! Wasn't that injust? If they wore,...
Oft I wonder, How do children manage to be happy? They cry and weep, But that's short lived. They smile and laugh their hearts out, Oblivious of their surroundings. What's the secret mantra I thought, And slowly drifted to sleep. Heard a voice in my ears...
The bright canvas of nature, Decorated well with the golden marigolds, Against the azure skyline. Swaying their way through the gentle breeze. Oh! What a treat to the eyes. Do I have a choice, To silently tiptoe, And be amidst this scenic beauty, Away from the...
In this bustling life, Where we join the rat race, And run like a deer There are days, When I just feel, To be dolce far niente, Like the hare during the race. The joy of being idle, Is equal to bliss. Oh! Something that I wouldn't want to miss. But this dolce...
In the sleepy winter morn, Like a glisk of warmth, Creeped in the dawn. The song of the cuckoo, Chimed in tandem, As the sun played peek a boo. The sprouting greens, On the snow clad branches, Looked so calm and serene. The bare branches...
Just as I thought I was done for the day, My phone rang, scaring me away. Guests were on their way, Unannounced, but in gay. All I had were some chapatis and onions, And I got my companion. Sliced them up quickly into noodles, Tossed up with masalas and...
We inhale goodness, Positivity and reassurance, When we read a nice poem Which fills us with freshness and warmth. We exhale our feelings, troubles And our experiences, As a process of venting out, When we write a poem, Which calms our mind, As though a...