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 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
outside the world of verses
to avoid molestation,
and to escape from
the lusty glare of the poets
The trees and insects resorted
to futile rituals to possess
the life of poets
but got back nothing but grief
He couldn’t resist the temptation to
hold on to his moral right for existence
outside the realm of history.
The debate of the poets went on unabated
As the book of night remained wide open
they began unwrapping
the cartons of lust and liquor
Friday, April 4, 2008
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 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
outside the world of verses
to avoid molestation,
and to escape from
the lusty glare of the poets
The trees and insects resorted
to futile rituals to possess
the life of poets
but got back nothing but grief
He couldn’t resist the temptation to
hold on to his moral right for existence
outside the realm of history.
The debate of the poets went on unabated
As the book of night remained wide open
they began unwrapping
the cartons of lust and liquor
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 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
outside the world of verses
to avoid molestation,
and to escape from
the lusty glare of the poets
The trees and insects resorted
to futile rituals to possess
the life of poets
but got back nothing but grief
He couldn’t resist the temptation to
hold on to his moral right for existence
outside the realm of history.
The debate of the poets went on unabated
As the book of night remained wide open
they began unwrapping
the cartons of lust and liquor
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 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
outside the world of verses
to avoid molestation,
and to escape from
the lusty glare of the poets
The trees and insects resorted
to futile rituals to possess
the life of poets
but got back nothing but grief
He couldn’t resist the temptation to
hold on to his moral right for existence
outside the realm of history.
The debate of the poets went on unabated
As the book of night remained wide open
they began unwrapping
the cartons of lust and liquor
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 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
outside the world of verses
to avoid molestation,
and to escape from
the lusty glare of the poets
The trees and insects resorted
to futile rituals to possess
the life of poets
but got back nothing but grief
He couldn’t resist the temptation to
hold on to his moral right for existence
outside the realm of history.
The debate of the poets went on unabated
As the book of night remained wide open
they began unwrapping
the cartons of lust and liquor
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
അവര് എത്ര ഭേദം
ആ കൊതുക് ഓടയില്
ചത്തു കുടക്കുകയാണ്.
ഒരു പട്ടിയും ആ വഴിക്ക് പോകുന്നില്ല.
എല്ലാ അവന്മാരും മാര്ജിന് ഫ്രീ ഷോപ്പുകളില്മീനിനും
ഇറച്ചിക്കും വില ചോദിച്ചുകൊണ്ട്
തിടുക്കം കൂട്ടുകയാണ്.
കൊതുകിന് വേണ്ടി
ഒരു പട്ടിയും വിലപിച്ചില്ല.
പട്ടികള് പതിവുപോലെ രാത്രികളില്
കടിച്ചും കുരച്ചും ഇണചേര്ന്നു.
എന്നിട്ടും ഒരു പട്ടിക്കും മതിവന്നില്ല.
എല്ലാ പെണ് പട്ടികളും ആട്ടിയോടിച്ചിട്ടും
ചില മാന്യ്ന്മാരയ ആണ് പട്ടികള്
മണത്തു പിന്നാലെ കൂടി.
ഒരു പ്രയോജനവും കിട്ടാതെ
വന്നതോടെ
അവന്മാര് മാന്യത കൈവിട്ടു.
അറിയാവുന്ന തെറിയല്ലാം ഒറ്റ രാത്രിയില് തന്നെ വിളിച്ചു.
ചുരം കുത്തി, മണ്ണ് മാന്തി
മനുഷ്യ ചെറ്റകളെയെല്ലാം
ഇങ്ങനെ ആക്ഷേപിക്കാന്മറ്റാര്ക്ക് കഴിയും.
വിലക്കയറ്റത്തിനും പൂഴ്ത്തിവയ്പിനും
എതിരായി ഒരു നഗ്ന താണ്ഡവം തന്നെ അവ നടത്തി
എന്നാല്നേരം പുലര്ന്നതോടെ പട്ടികളെല്ലാം
എങ്ങോ ഓടിപ്പോയി.
പട്ടികളുടെ
രാഷ്ട്രീയം ഒരിടത്തുംതോറ്റിട്ടില്ല .
മനുഷ്യനേക്കാള് എത്ര നല്ലവരാണ് അവര്.
Visit Library
http://www.ericdigests.org/2003-1/poetry.htm
Margaret Atwood, "Selected poems 1965-1976," Houghton Mifflin, 1987. Includes such wonderful poems as "The Woman who could not live with her faulty heart."
e e cummings, "The complete poems, 1913-1962," Harcourt Brace Jovanovitch, 1972. Includes such poems as "now air is air and thing is thing: no bliss" and "[space being (don't forget to remember) Curved)."
Emily Dickinson, "Collected poems of Emily Dickinson," Doubleday, 1997. Most also available online at userweb.interactive.net/~krisxlee/emily/poemsOnline.html. Any collection will include such surprising and thought provoking gems as "The Brain - wider than the Sky."
Robert Frost, "Collected poems, prose, & plays by Robert Frost," R. Poirier and M. Richardson, eds. The Library of America, 1995. Includes poems such as "Our Hold on the Planet," and "Why Wait for Science?"
Robinson Jeffers, "Collected poetry of Robinson Jeffers Vol. II 1928-38." Tim Hunt, Ed. Contains beautiful pieces about the natural world, Big Sur, and the California coast such as "Evening Ebb."
Mary Oliver, "New and selected poems" and her other collections contain quiet celebrations of animals, the moon, trees, the seasons. A sampling of titles includes "Alligator Poem," "Poppies," "Water Snake," and "Black Snake."
Marge Piercy, Mars and her children and many of her other collections have poems about the gifts of the world including whales that visit the coast of Cape Cod, her cats, and her garden.
Muriel Rukeyser, "A Muriel Rukeyser reader," Jan Levi, Ed., W W Norton, 1994. Contains amusing and true poems of praise for small things such as "The conjugation of the Paramecium" and "St. Roach."
William Carlos Williams, "Selected poems," New Directions Publishing Corp., 1985. Williams was a doctor who practiced full-time while writing some of America's finest poetry. Many of his poems such as "Iris" are famous for their beauty and power.
അവര് എത്ര ഭേദം
ആ കൊതുക് ഓടയില്
ചത്തു കുടക്കുകയാണ്.
ഒരു പട്ടിയും ആ വഴിക്ക് പോകുന്നില്ല.
എല്ലാ അവന്മാരും മാര്ജിന് ഫ്രീ ഷോപ്പുകളില്മീനിനും
ഇറച്ചിക്കും വില ചോദിച്ചുകൊണ്ട്
തിടുക്കം കൂട്ടുകയാണ്.
കൊതുകിന് വേണ്ടി
ഒരു പട്ടിയും വിലപിച്ചില്ല.
പട്ടികള് പതിവുപോലെ രാത്രികളില്
കടിച്ചും കുരച്ചും ഇണചേര്ന്നു.
എന്നിട്ടും ഒരു പട്ടിക്കും മതിവന്നില്ല.
എല്ലാ പെണ് പട്ടികളും ആട്ടിയോടിച്ചിട്ടും
ചില മാന്യ്ന്മാരയ ആണ് പട്ടികള്
മണത്തു പിന്നാലെ കൂടി.
ഒരു പ്രയോജനവും കിട്ടാതെ
വന്നതോടെ
അവന്മാര് മാന്യത കൈവിട്ടു.
അറിയാവുന്ന തെറിയല്ലാം ഒറ്റ രാത്രിയില് തന്നെ വിളിച്ചു.
ചുരം കുത്തി, മണ്ണ് മാന്തി
മനുഷ്യ ചെറ്റകളെയെല്ലാം
ഇങ്ങനെ ആക്ഷേപിക്കാന്മറ്റാര്ക്ക് കഴിയും.
വിലക്കയറ്റത്തിനും പൂഴ്ത്തിവയ്പിനും
എതിരായി ഒരു നഗ്ന താണ്ഡവം തന്നെ അവ നടത്തി
എന്നാല്നേരം പുലര്ന്നതോടെ പട്ടികളെല്ലാം
എങ്ങോ ഓടിപ്പോയി.
പട്ടികളുടെ
രാഷ്ട്രീയം ഒരിടത്തുംതോറ്റിട്ടില്ല .
മനുഷ്യനേക്കാള് എത്ര നല്ലവരാണ് അവര്.
Visit Library
http://www.ericdigests.org/2003-1/poetry.htm
Margaret Atwood, "Selected poems 1965-1976," Houghton Mifflin, 1987. Includes such wonderful poems as "The Woman who could not live with her faulty heart."
e e cummings, "The complete poems, 1913-1962," Harcourt Brace Jovanovitch, 1972. Includes such poems as "now air is air and thing is thing: no bliss" and "[space being (don't forget to remember) Curved)."
Emily Dickinson, "Collected poems of Emily Dickinson," Doubleday, 1997. Most also available online at userweb.interactive.net/~krisxlee/emily/poemsOnline.html. Any collection will include such surprising and thought provoking gems as "The Brain - wider than the Sky."
Robert Frost, "Collected poems, prose, & plays by Robert Frost," R. Poirier and M. Richardson, eds. The Library of America, 1995. Includes poems such as "Our Hold on the Planet," and "Why Wait for Science?"
Robinson Jeffers, "Collected poetry of Robinson Jeffers Vol. II 1928-38." Tim Hunt, Ed. Contains beautiful pieces about the natural world, Big Sur, and the California coast such as "Evening Ebb."
Mary Oliver, "New and selected poems" and her other collections contain quiet celebrations of animals, the moon, trees, the seasons. A sampling of titles includes "Alligator Poem," "Poppies," "Water Snake," and "Black Snake."
Marge Piercy, Mars and her children and many of her other collections have poems about the gifts of the world including whales that visit the coast of Cape Cod, her cats, and her garden.
Muriel Rukeyser, "A Muriel Rukeyser reader," Jan Levi, Ed., W W Norton, 1994. Contains amusing and true poems of praise for small things such as "The conjugation of the Paramecium" and "St. Roach."
William Carlos Williams, "Selected poems," New Directions Publishing Corp., 1985. Williams was a doctor who practiced full-time while writing some of America's finest poetry. Many of his poems such as "Iris" are famous for their beauty and power.
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