Saturday, June 25, 2016

An Anxious Foresee ----- Sabari Nair

Nature’s reverberation rhythmically taps at my sense;
Started flowing with cool breeze – hence,
Feathering and fiddling on God’s nature,
Greenish grasses, Saffrony Oranges, Whitish Pigeons to nurture.

Dawn’s rays penetrate forehead through the window hole;
Nutrifies and activates the body in whole.
Prays to get rid of the World’s gruesome attitudes, just;
Sickens and sinks the mind in disgust.

Sharpen the ears of the reason – My Lord, to analyse.
Bloody tears from the heart – My Lord, hinder to mobilise.

Libya Time: 2:15 pm to 2:45 pm (25-06-2016-Saturday)
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Rhyme Scheme: aa, bb, cc, dd, ee
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Paraphrase of the Poem: The drastic changes happening both in the minds of the materialistic people of this world and the reaction of angry nature push the poet into nervous state. Even though the poet realises the truth and seeks the way to find a solution, the poet still faces failure and finally surrenders before the Almighty.
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Stanza – 1: The poet compares greenish grasses, saffrony oranges, and whitish pigeons with three religious practices in India.
Stanza – 2: The poet discusses about the negative attitudes and vigorous behaviour of current generation with the fellow human beings.
Stanza – 3: Finally, the poet fails and surrenders before the God to help the world.
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Stanza – 1 and 2 are Quatrains.
Stanza – 3 is a Couplet.
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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Frustration

Whirl wind rolls the season, also whirls mine…?
Scorching sun blisters Life, an empty vessel,
Makes harmonious abstract rhythms.
Fascinates human existence in hues.
Fripperies all creatures; writhe from the beginning to the end.
Designed not by the Creator, by Satan-
To forego HIS skills, victims the off-springs,
Waiting for six feet earth, to fire or to bury…?
Paraphrase:
I was walking towards my taxi. Heavy wind blew and rolled the sand particles, also rotated my life beat. The hot sun rays pain my life and say it is "an empty vessel". To attract the human, it makes different techniques like happy moments, success, money, sex, drugs and other entertainments. But these activities lead to unhappiness. If God is our father (creator), we never suffer. The father never behaves or thinks cruel towards his children. Then who is the creator of our Life? Is it Satan? I recollect, Milton’s Paradise Lost, Mephistopheles etc. Is it a game between God and Satan? If it is so, what we did? Blurred life confuses me to find the way of my life, searching for six feet land to end my life.
8:35 8:50 a.m. 26-06-2010(Libya) (Travelogue – Garaboly to Suq al Juma)

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Truth

Either we are aristocratic or pennyless,
Infront of YOU, we are ONE.
Has designed, a safety way;
Not an easy path.
Memoir reflects rise and fall;
To realize; to spread - Peace,
Nor to Piece this world.
18-05-2010 (9:10 a.m to 9:20 a.m-Libya Time)

Saturday, May 15, 2010

A Tribute To My Amma

Posting my talents in my fashions -
I prostrate my passions.
Caring me – What to do and say?
Favouring me – What to lay and hay?
In all my ups and downs – protecting me; a fence.
Trusting in your care – I design my sense.
Shower on me mindful of hugs and smiles,
To petrol my life – to walk miles.


14 - 05 - 2010 / 12:55 p.m. to 01:25 a.m. (Libya Time)

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Do you...?

Am I a foe,
When your twin legs cycling in the ovary?
Am I a foe,
When I wasn’t near your birth?
Am I a foe,
When I could not understand you?
Am I a foe,
When you gaze me every dawn?
Am I a foe,
When I didn’t fulfill your mistakes?
Am I a foe…?
Mine earthenware heart-
Overflows with tears, yet to crumble; Tapping,
When your wings tap the thighs,
I love you my breed.
Do you…?

27-01-2010 11:55am to 12:15pm (Libya Time)

Awaiting for...

Anticipating beneath the cool puff of air;
Sensations from mine rearmost-
Lass tangs my earlobe.

Awaiting under the nippy breeze;
Wordings float beside the ear.
What do you mean by rejoice?

Anticipating beneath the cool puff of air;
My successor’s melody penetrates.
What do you mean by exult?

Awaiting under the arctic breeze;
Heart-in, soul-mate whispers.
What do you mean by rejoice?

Anticipating beneath the cool puff of air;
Sun rays brighten-in mine sense.
Are they your real rejoice…?

27-01-2010 11:20am – 11:40am (Libya Time)

Monday, January 25, 2010

The Unprotected Life...?

Swiveling the world, nor fear.
Pursuit an orphanage
To feel the pang of fellow creatures.
Refugees elope with comrade - destiny - In search of harmony.

Edison’s creation could not bright the Center.
Out of shelter the gloomy day smacks down -
Mine heart’s constructions - lit the horror feelings
About the hellish-wonders of Lucifer.

I plead nature, to rejuvenate mine mayhem passions.
The clouds play fore-play – before intercourse
To ejaculate more shine on intangible tolerant – To tolerate,
Suffering of scorching gush-out.

Lightening above - passes power
To enlighten and to sharp the brain-
Regrettably blinds the eyes of the career;
To prevent the veracity of profile.

Pieces of clouds clash into frame –
He’s and She’s aggression as
One to depart life soon – to spread
One’s Life a joy full of meadows.

Extreme feelings showers – naturally and physically
Might be to wipe away the memoir or
to yank the Human generation forever;
and ever and ever…?

Again swiveling the globe, nor fear-
Pursuit a graveyard.
To feel the pang of fellow creatures.
Refugees abscond with chum - destiny - In search of harmony.

Expecting a harmony of my dooms day,
To listen the taste of invisible world.

Swiveling the planet, nor panic-
Pursuit a bone-yard…?
To feel the pang of fellow creatures.
Refugees flee with pal - destiny - In search of harmony.

Invisible soul’s invisible zeal,
Wants to exit - once for all
To mix visible cosmos.

[(24-01-10) Libya Time - 10:20pm - 12:30pm]

Paraphrase of the Poem (The Unprotected Life)

I never fear the world. But I see the world running full of fear to survive. They are searching their identity till their death. Will they get it …?
When the nature shows its dull face, I feel the Satan’s crew surrounds me to create horror effect which implies you are in the hell.
When I beg the nature to refine myself under the bright sun, the pieces of clouds stops mine growth by banning the rays to charge and blacken my ideas by lancing scorching rays.
When I lie infront of the lightning to delight me with its powerful power, it penetrates my brain to enlighten my way….? But it fades the whole profile of my personality.
When the pieces of clouds clashes eachother, the thunder breaks in the human-beings life, when He and She clashes. One likes depart from the world to spread joy full of meadows to have peaceful life.
When I wait for the natural and physical shower to wipe away the fruitless life of mine, I crumble. I hate even to pull-over the whole human generations to an end because there is no love, no feelings, no traditions, no cultures, no castes, no religions. All the above things are only typed on their lips. Not from the heart. Brutal creatures - Cruel than animals.
I never fear the world. But I am in search my tomb to be away from these bloodless creatures. Destiny is the only boost, which makes the man to survive and also it is his harmony to enlarge his worries in different manner.
I am waiting for my last day to see the invisible life in the invisible world.
I never fear the world. Still I am in search of my cemetery to bury myself soon to be away from the fearful pals running behind their destinies.
My invisible soul, my invisible happiness wants to mix the visible atmosphere as soon as possible. When it will come true…….?