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poem by m k harikumar

Have anybody seen me?


In the splitting moments
I tried in vain to become a tree

The mind tree of my past
have collapsed into pieces

The thought that I am not still alone
rise from the depths of the heart
and just fades

The arrogance of rotten corpses,
school friendships that have become
dried up rivers

No, never these trees, these sculptures,
sunshine nor the soil
will ever identify us

They all have gone after
newer terrains of human
thoughts

No one wants to refresh
their acquaintance with
this soul swollen with pain

Are the twigs of trees en route
contain the essence of self cooked
agonies

They chain us again and again
in the labyrinth of endless queries

The life truths extended by twigs
The momentous emotions galore

The eternally mute chemistry of those
Who seek pleasure in multiple directions

I have not yet learned anything

Longing to grow in the sprouting tree
of infancy I ended up kissing
the ripe surfaces of grief
when my infancy, adolescence,
those boats that have left its moorings
grow as branches of my freed…

poem by m k harikumar

Have anybody seen me?


In the splitting moments
I tried in vain to become a tree

The mind tree of my past
have collapsed into pieces

The thought that I am not still alone
rise from the depths of the heart
and just fades

The arrogance of rotten corpses,
school friendships that have become
dried up rivers

No, never these trees, these sculptures,
sunshine nor the soil
will ever identify us

They all have gone after
newer terrains of human
thoughts

No one wants to refresh
their acquaintance with
this soul swollen with pain

Are the twigs of trees en route
contain the essence of self cooked
agonies

They chain us again and again
in the labyrinth of endless queries

The life truths extended by twigs
The momentous emotions galore

The eternally mute chemistry of those
Who seek pleasure in multiple directions

I have not yet learned anything

Longing to grow in the sprouting tree
of infancy I ended up kissing
the ripe surfaces of grief
when my infancy, adolescence,
those boats that have left its moorings
grow as branches of my freed…

മീനിന്‌

ഒരു പറവയ്ക്ക്‌ ചില്ല വേണ്ട. ഒരു മീനിന്‌ വെള്ളം വേണ്ട. ഒരു മഴ്യ്ക്ക്‌ മണ്ണു വേണ്ട. ഒരു മനുഷ്യന്‌ മനസ്സ്‌ വേണ്ട

മീനിന്‌

ഒരു പറവയ്ക്ക്‌ ചില്ല വേണ്ട. ഒരു മീനിന്‌ വെള്ളം വേണ്ട. ഒരു മഴ്യ്ക്ക്‌ മണ്ണു വേണ്ട. ഒരു മനുഷ്യന്‌ മനസ്സ്‌ വേണ്ട

മീനിന്‌

ഒരു പറവയ്ക്ക്‌ ചില്ല വേണ്ട. ഒരു മീനിന്‌ വെള്ളം വേണ്ട. ഒരു മഴ്യ്ക്ക്‌ മണ്ണു വേണ്ട. ഒരു മനുഷ്യന്‌ മനസ്സ്‌ വേണ്ട

Hands-a poem by m k harikumar

Hands

They walked on
as if reciting some cosmic
postscripts in anguish

Paramu waved his hands
from behind attempting
to catch some thing from the air
in vain
Then the hands retreated
and went behind once again

Vasu’s hands were moving
in cautious slow motion
akin to that of a fat reptile
but he was not sure how to keep
his hands down

Because it was his hands
that had always helped him to
erase his agonies
It was those hands
which steadied him in troubles

Whenever he faltered
he managed to maintain his course
by waving his hands aimlessly
into ages

When Ravi waved backward
with spread fingers it was like rowing
The movement of his hands appeared as if
he was cuddling his appetite for mating with death

Alternatively entwining
the hands in the front and back
he stood at times probing
his immeasurable self

Krishnan waved both his right
and left hands back and forth
giving them vain
hopes of reconciliation


Though they swayed
like trapeze artists they had to retreat
as they filed to get the grip

All the four-Paramu, Vasu, Ravi…

Hands-a poem by m k harikumar

Hands

They walked on
as if reciting some cosmic
postscripts in anguish

Paramu waved his hands
from behind attempting
to catch some thing from the air
in vain
Then the hands retreated
and went behind once again

Vasu’s hands were moving
in cautious slow motion
akin to that of a fat reptile
but he was not sure how to keep
his hands down

Because it was his hands
that had always helped him to
erase his agonies
It was those hands
which steadied him in troubles

Whenever he faltered
he managed to maintain his course
by waving his hands aimlessly
into ages

When Ravi waved backward
with spread fingers it was like rowing
The movement of his hands appeared as if
he was cuddling his appetite for mating with death

Alternatively entwining
the hands in the front and back
he stood at times probing
his immeasurable self

Krishnan waved both his right
and left hands back and forth
giving them vain
hopes of reconciliation


Though they swayed
like trapeze artists they had to retreat
as they filed to get the grip

All the four-Paramu, Vasu, Ravi…

mk harikumar's mission in bangalore

Spearheading a Green Cause Today for a Better Tomorrow

But for a childhood pledge, he is taking a break from the rigours of routine work to spearhead the challenge of reclaiming the world's green cover. MK Harikumar renowned journo, poet and, critic launched his campaign at Garden City College on the eve of Gandhi Jayanti.
hen MK Harikumar was in college in distant Kerala, he recalls a fascination for trees and regaling in nature's bounty. "I would turn to the leaves for my bookmarks and this gave me immense thrill," reminisces Harikumar. "Back home, everyone shared the same love for nature and this in many ways helped us bond as a family.
I guess it also contributed to my passion for writing." That Harikumar went on to pursue a degree in economics from DevaMatha College, Kuravilangad and finally passed out from Nirmala College, Muvattupuzha with MA degree in Economics is of less significance. It is his writings that have taken the centre stage and helped hi…

mk harikumar's mission in bangalore

Spearheading a Green Cause Today for a Better Tomorrow

But for a childhood pledge, he is taking a break from the rigours of routine work to spearhead the challenge of reclaiming the world's green cover. MK Harikumar renowned journo, poet and, critic launched his campaign at Garden City College on the eve of Gandhi Jayanti.
hen MK Harikumar was in college in distant Kerala, he recalls a fascination for trees and regaling in nature's bounty. "I would turn to the leaves for my bookmarks and this gave me immense thrill," reminisces Harikumar. "Back home, everyone shared the same love for nature and this in many ways helped us bond as a family.
I guess it also contributed to my passion for writing." That Harikumar went on to pursue a degree in economics from DevaMatha College, Kuravilangad and finally passed out from Nirmala College, Muvattupuzha with MA degree in Economics is of less significance. It is his writings that have taken the centre stage and helped hi…

m k harikumar photos

m k harikumar photos

The mission of m k harikumar

'So a tree is like a God for me'

Interview with m k harikumar

.
[This interview is the synopsis of the long talk Mr K Santhosh Kumar, Editor, Saturday Digest, had with Mr Harikumar in Kochi.]


Harikumar, now that you have resigned from your full time job as a journalist, don't you feel it a mistake that you have committed?

No. Instead I feel I did the right thing. I would have resigned before. In fact I have more time now to pursue my passions than before. I get plenty of time to write as well. In fact I am working on three books that is to be published by January 2007. To be frank with you, I repent for the precious time I lost in the crap of a newspaper.Tell me, you said about your passions.

What are your passions?

Trees are my passion. I always dream of trees. I have a peculiar attachment to trees. As a schoolboy I used to carry a lot of leaves in between the pages of my notebook, so that I always felt the presence of something I loved most. This love has grown into a big drea…

The mission of m k harikumar

'So a tree is like a God for me'

Interview with m k harikumar

.
[This interview is the synopsis of the long talk Mr K Santhosh Kumar, Editor, Saturday Digest, had with Mr Harikumar in Kochi.]


Harikumar, now that you have resigned from your full time job as a journalist, don't you feel it a mistake that you have committed?

No. Instead I feel I did the right thing. I would have resigned before. In fact I have more time now to pursue my passions than before. I get plenty of time to write as well. In fact I am working on three books that is to be published by January 2007. To be frank with you, I repent for the precious time I lost in the crap of a newspaper.Tell me, you said about your passions.

What are your passions?

Trees are my passion. I always dream of trees. I have a peculiar attachment to trees. As a schoolboy I used to carry a lot of leaves in between the pages of my notebook, so that I always felt the presence of something I loved most. This love has grown into a big drea…

m k harikumar poem

Flowers yellow, leaves green

The poets were debating on the sequence of death;
Who died first whether the poet or the poem?
He stood there listening to the wailings
of both the poets and their verses

Inside there were chairs
with swollen belly,
tables that have gone crazy,
sensual shadows
and junk of books,
even as the sales and discussions
went on an on

Then he got scared of death
He was not ready to
become a corpse

Instantly he felt the urgency
of poetic metaphors
to break away from the confines
of the bookshop

In a trance he recalled the days when
snake charmers, poets and teachers
were suffering for want of lovers
It flashed back how the poetic talent
in his molecules began to blow apart
since ages

And how love was orphaned
denied of the right to survival and fortunes
The poet in him was born by chronicling
the erosion of culture and meanness of the past

He tried his best to see that the carcass
of his desires did not turn into poetic imageries

Meanwhile even his corpse
was on the look out for a safe haven
outsid…

m k harikumar poem

Flowers yellow, leaves green

The poets were debating on the sequence of death;
Who died first whether the poet or the poem?
He stood there listening to the wailings
of both the poets and their verses

Inside there were chairs
with swollen belly,
tables that have gone crazy,
sensual shadows
and junk of books,
even as the sales and discussions
went on an on

Then he got scared of death
He was not ready to
become a corpse

Instantly he felt the urgency
of poetic metaphors
to break away from the confines
of the bookshop

In a trance he recalled the days when
snake charmers, poets and teachers
were suffering for want of lovers
It flashed back how the poetic talent
in his molecules began to blow apart
since ages

And how love was orphaned
denied of the right to survival and fortunes
The poet in him was born by chronicling
the erosion of culture and meanness of the past

He tried his best to see that the carcass
of his desires did not turn into poetic imageries

Meanwhile even his corpse
was on the look out for a safe haven
outsid…

Thoughts of m k harikumar

" As literary creation is not possible without words, the impetus of conscious that ignore the meanings of words aims at an un accessible zone in literature. The conscious never rests while the words retreat with their inheritance. It aims at an unworldly openness of the soul. What words do talk are definite things. They are the qualifiers of the reason. The massive muscles of words always do pick up visual of life and the magnitude of realities. But a creative mind is restless. It sees the ocean of life beyond the limiting frames of plain words."


"Peep into the nucleus of each experience and live in there; that was what Vijayan. The life of Mankind is not single-faced. It's in multi layers and in various layers of memories. If one wants to walk through those myriad pathways, it needs a microscopic alertness of emotions to imbibe the fertile soil from them and to respond to them."



"Each emotion facilitates the soul with a communication of a sort. It can be o…

Thoughts of m k harikumar

" As literary creation is not possible without words, the impetus of conscious that ignore the meanings of words aims at an un accessible zone in literature. The conscious never rests while the words retreat with their inheritance. It aims at an unworldly openness of the soul. What words do talk are definite things. They are the qualifiers of the reason. The massive muscles of words always do pick up visual of life and the magnitude of realities. But a creative mind is restless. It sees the ocean of life beyond the limiting frames of plain words."


"Peep into the nucleus of each experience and live in there; that was what Vijayan. The life of Mankind is not single-faced. It's in multi layers and in various layers of memories. If one wants to walk through those myriad pathways, it needs a microscopic alertness of emotions to imbibe the fertile soil from them and to respond to them."



"Each emotion facilitates the soul with a communication of a sort. It can be o…

INTERVIEW WITH M K HARIKUMAR

Interview with Harikumar

What is the idea behind your very most popular and widely read column AksharaJaalakam?

It is an outpouring of my freedom. I was highly controlled by many ways ,in the past.you know , i was a main stream jounalist.So i have my own limitations.It was evident in my writings those days.I have to balance the things.
have a lot of friends in the literary world.My writing was blind in those days,, to an extend.I think that every writer is to be free in order to search and find out what is hidden in his mind.
This search is accidentally become creative.Whenever you find a good and correct thing in reading,you will be free.I am enjoying that freedom.

Now i have no inhibition to write something.a job may not prevent me in doing so.this reflects in the wide readership of Aksharajaalakam in Kala Kaumudi.I am getting at least two hundred calls every day , from various parts of the world.The readers actually enjoy it, without no mask.
I cannot attend every calls.I have to respon…

INTERVIEW WITH M K HARIKUMAR

Interview with Harikumar

What is the idea behind your very most popular and widely read column AksharaJaalakam?

It is an outpouring of my freedom. I was highly controlled by many ways ,in the past.you know , i was a main stream jounalist.So i have my own limitations.It was evident in my writings those days.I have to balance the things.
have a lot of friends in the literary world.My writing was blind in those days,, to an extend.I think that every writer is to be free in order to search and find out what is hidden in his mind.
This search is accidentally become creative.Whenever you find a good and correct thing in reading,you will be free.I am enjoying that freedom.

Now i have no inhibition to write something.a job may not prevent me in doing so.this reflects in the wide readership of Aksharajaalakam in Kala Kaumudi.I am getting at least two hundred calls every day , from various parts of the world.The readers actually enjoy it, without no mask.
I cannot attend every calls.I have to respon…

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 32

ഒരു പാലക്കാടന്‍ ദൃശ്യം ഫോട്ടോ : വിനോദ് പഴയന്നൂര്‍

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 32

ഒരു പാലക്കാടന്‍ ദൃശ്യം ഫോട്ടോ : വിനോദ് പഴയന്നൂര്‍

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 32

ഒരു പാലക്കാടന്‍ ദൃശ്യം ഫോട്ടോ : വിനോദ് പഴയന്നൂര്‍

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 31

ഒരു അഷ്ടമുടിക്കായല്‍ ദൃശ്യം
ഫോട്ടോ : വിനോദ് പഴയന്നൂര്‍

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 31

ഒരു അഷ്ടമുടിക്കായല്‍ ദൃശ്യം
ഫോട്ടോ : വിനോദ് പഴയന്നൂര്‍

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 31

ഒരു അഷ്ടമുടിക്കായല്‍ ദൃശ്യം
ഫോട്ടോ : വിനോദ് പഴയന്നൂര്‍

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 30

മൂന്നാര്‍- കൊടെയ്ക്കനാല്‍ റൂട്ടിലെ ഒരു ദൃശ്യം ഫോട്ടോ : വിനോദ് പഴയന്നൂര്‍

ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 30

മൂന്നാര്‍- കൊടെയ്ക്കനാല്‍ റൂട്ടിലെ ഒരു ദൃശ്യം ഫോട്ടോ : വിനോദ് പഴയന്നൂര്‍