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മതം

ഏതു രൂപത്തെയും വണങ്ങണം.
എല്ലാ വീടുകള്‍ക്കു മുമ്പിലും തൊഴണം.
എല്ലാ മനുഷ്യരെയും ആരാധിക്കാം.
തെരുവില്‍ ഏതു കൃമിയെയും
മനസ്സുകൊണ്ട് നമിക്കണം.
അപ്പോഴാണ്‌ നാം ഉള്ളില്‍
കൊണ്ടു നടക്കുന്ന
ദൈവികതയെ തിരിച്ചറിയാനാകൂ .


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 …

മതം

ഏതു രൂപത്തെയും വണങ്ങണം.
എല്ലാ വീടുകള്‍ക്കു മുമ്പിലും തൊഴണം.
എല്ലാ മനുഷ്യരെയും ആരാധിക്കാം.
തെരുവില്‍ ഏതു കൃമിയെയും
മനസ്സുകൊണ്ട് നമിക്കണം.
അപ്പോഴാണ്‌ നാം ഉള്ളില്‍
കൊണ്ടു നടക്കുന്ന
ദൈവികതയെ തിരിച്ചറിയാനാകൂ .


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 …

മതം

ഏതു രൂപത്തെയും വണങ്ങണം.
എല്ലാ വീടുകള്‍ക്കു മുമ്പിലും തൊഴണം.
എല്ലാ മനുഷ്യരെയും ആരാധിക്കാം.
തെരുവില്‍ ഏതു കൃമിയെയും
മനസ്സുകൊണ്ട് നമിക്കണം.
അപ്പോഴാണ്‌ നാം ഉള്ളില്‍
കൊണ്ടു നടക്കുന്ന
ദൈവികതയെ തിരിച്ചറിയാനാകൂ .


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 …