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Poem by M K Harikumar

Rain, wind and moonshine

Rain brought wind;
wiind brought moonshine
and moonshine brought wind
The fourth day of Nalacharitham.

In the backdrop of
the speech-less
deep dissatisfactions
of love,
the strands of rain
faltered to tell
some mystic secret

Drenched and dripping
the rain in its boiling passion
yearned to hold the wind
in its tight embrace.

Drinking the blood of moonshine
like an amorphous amoeba
the wind assumed
colossal proportions

The knights of moonshine
wearing the insignia of the
rain were getting wounded
in battles of jungle wind.

Rain lined up a thousand
guards to receive the sky
on its return from pilgrimage.

Disheartened by its vain search
of gods of wind
the moonshine finally fell
in love with rain.

Unaware about the gender
the rain opened up its heart:
“oh how long since we
had our journey together!
but we never recognized
each other”.

In the bygone past
I had had lives of a priest,
a parrot, a knight and
a banyan tree.
And what about you?

Gathering the pieces of
the different lives
I started painting
images…

Poem by M K Harikumar

Rain, wind and moonshine

Rain brought wind;
wiind brought moonshine
and moonshine brought wind
The fourth day of Nalacharitham.

In the backdrop of
the speech-less
deep dissatisfactions
of love,
the strands of rain
faltered to tell
some mystic secret

Drenched and dripping
the rain in its boiling passion
yearned to hold the wind
in its tight embrace.

Drinking the blood of moonshine
like an amorphous amoeba
the wind assumed
colossal proportions

The knights of moonshine
wearing the insignia of the
rain were getting wounded
in battles of jungle wind.

Rain lined up a thousand
guards to receive the sky
on its return from pilgrimage.

Disheartened by its vain search
of gods of wind
the moonshine finally fell
in love with rain.

Unaware about the gender
the rain opened up its heart:
“oh how long since we
had our journey together!
but we never recognized
each other”.

In the bygone past
I had had lives of a priest,
a parrot, a knight and
a banyan tree.
And what about you?

Gathering the pieces of
the different lives
I started painting
images…

മുഖവും മനസുമായി

മുഖം മനസിനെ അറിയുന്നേയില്ല.
ഒരു അവസരത്തിലും മുഖവും മനസുമായി
ഒരു മുഖാമുഖത്തിന്‌ സാധ്യതയില്ല.
മുഖത്തിന്‌ അതിണ്റ്റെ വഴി;
മനസിന്‌ അതിണ്റ്റെയും

മുഖവും മനസുമായി

മുഖം മനസിനെ അറിയുന്നേയില്ല.
ഒരു അവസരത്തിലും മുഖവും മനസുമായി
ഒരു മുഖാമുഖത്തിന്‌ സാധ്യതയില്ല.
മുഖത്തിന്‌ അതിണ്റ്റെ വഴി;
മനസിന്‌ അതിണ്റ്റെയും

മുഖവും മനസുമായി

മുഖം മനസിനെ അറിയുന്നേയില്ല.
ഒരു അവസരത്തിലും മുഖവും മനസുമായി
ഒരു മുഖാമുഖത്തിന്‌ സാധ്യതയില്ല.
മുഖത്തിന്‌ അതിണ്റ്റെ വഴി;
മനസിന്‌ അതിണ്റ്റെയും