ജീവിതം

മറന്നു കൗമാരം പൊഴിയുന്നു യൗവ്വനം

വാർദ്ധക്യം എത്തി നോക്കുന്ന വേളയിൽ

കഴിഞ്ഞ കാലവും കൊഴിഞ്ഞ മോഹവും

തൃസിപ്പിക്കുന്നു എന്നിലെ ജീവന്റെ തുടിപ്പുകളെ

ആഗ്രഹം

ആടാൻ മറന്ന ചുവടുകൾ

പാടാൻ മറന്ന പാട്ടുകൾ

കേൾക്കാൻ കൊതിച്ച കൊഞ്ചലുകൾ

കാണാൻ കൊതിച്ച കളികൾ

നേരമില്ലെനിക്കൊട്ടുമേ ഇതിനെല്ലാം

ഞാൻ എന്നിൽ തന്നെയലിഞ്ഞില്ലാതെയാകുന്നു

Rain

The land drenched in the rain

And looks beautiful, wet and naked.  

Oh the wilderness of nature is in full glory

As the tonic for life has fallen from above,

The sun has not shown its face yet,

Is it afraid of getting extinguished in rain. 

The sins of the earth are washed away,

And blessed with life in full glory. 

The once dormant seeds are sprouting to life,

As the rain splashes the ancient land awakens. 

Let her not show her devastating fury,

Let her be caring as the mother to her children. 

Disturb not the rhythm of nature, Rain the boon from the skies shower us with blessings and hope. 

Life

Sailing on a ship that knows no shore,

And not remembering the day it started,

Never knows how and when it ends,

So many things had come and gone. 

Met many people on the course,

Likes and dislikes never remained the same,

Hatred and love was always there and a heap 

Of impressions the mind had become. 

Greed and lust has made me a slave ,

Need to break this bondage and flee,

For to realise what I am  …

Dream

The wild dark earth I saw in a dream,

That had my dear and near dwelling in pain,

The sky was heavy with dark rain clouds,

Ready to be delivered from above. 

The silence before the storm was terrifying,

Will the pain and sorrows be washed away!

Is there an heaven above these clouds

And is the rain, tears of God’s,

Are they crying for us on earth ?

Is the thunder their sobbing being resonated 

For the helpless beings with no one else,

Oh gosh I woke up from my dream 

No rain, no clouds and no Gods to cry. 

All was hot, dry and taking last breath’s,

Why even a little of softness not being shown 

To rejuvenate the dried up veins of the land. 

Everything around had a feature of old age ,

With no vigour and youth playing around,

The ancient land has lost its pomp.

I still dream of a beautiful tomorrow with all my senses fully awake. 

Deeds

Much before I saw the light of this world

Was punished to lie in my Mother’s womb

In the midst of unclean things

For the sins of my previous birth

None can describe the pain suffered in womb.

On my body I had no control at birth

Suffered a lot as I grew up ,the pain 

And sorrow never got lesser in the life on earth

A lot I had been through with this life 

The deeds I did to live a life ,

Came along more sufferings with it. 

To whom to complain and what to be done 

to cross this never ending ocean of sorrow.

I need myself to prevent from taking another birth to let me rest and dissolve in the Absolute Bliss. 

THE - “Angel”

The larks are up and the sun has risen

The flowers bloomed to welcome the sun 

The cool breeze gushing through the meadows

The wild flowers are spreading their fragrance 

The lady walking up the meadows was seen

The sun seems to loose its effulgence 

The flowers seems to loose its fragrance 

The butterflies seems to loose its colour

The nature seems to loose its beauty 

The wind seems to loose its chill 

The Angel from heaven has come down, it seems.  

Manthra 5 Awakening

Not anyone is blind by birth but by ignorance,

The senses functions from the time we breath earth air , perceiving from the world around. 

Let not ourselves, surrender to the gouging demigods , for they they shall bestow material desires fulfilled , for what we are born is to get annihilated with the all awakened supreme. 

Let not ourselves, be like the fire covered with smoke, mirror fogged by dust, or garbha (embryo) covered by the womb. 

Let the senses work inward, to know the self and what we are , let the fire in you blaze and roar to unveil the truth, you are the one that you had been searching outside in despair. 

Manthra-4

Let me unleash the thoughts to wander and observe where it goes. 

Blink of an eye I saw Kailas, so quick are the thoughts of every man. 

Is the mind and thought the same ? 

Move aside and look to it

The senses may fool you very often,

Master the same to see the Great!

When the light shines within you,

And you be no more a wanderlust. 

Easier it is to say than done but purest conscious can ferry you there. 

Break the cycle of birth and death be with the one that is you itself. 

Manthra 3

Renounce the recurring thirst O’ Moron,

For attaining gems and wealth

Contain yourself with what is yours 

From what you have done in your past life ,

Focus on truth and motto be non attachment.

Riches bring the bad in you -Remember 

Even own son turns an enemy for the rich.

The material world is of surprises,

As who the wife and who your child ?

What your own and what is you. 

Quicker than the speed of thoughts 

Youth and wealth can go from you,

Greed and lust will harm  you bad,

Give up the comforts that you possess,

Give up the desires that you have. 

Consecrate your body to a Temple,

Let your thoughts be pure and flawless,

Earth be the bed and cloth be the skin,

Free yourself with no delay and unite with the Divine.…

Manthra 2 - The Prayer

Sun rises and sets, light and darkness, seasons come and go ,even life ebbs away so soon. But the greed of Man goes onward tirelessly even more. 

The penniless beggar searching for warmth closely crouches before the fire, or sun only can warm him certain times. He lays curled at night to keep him warm under the starlit or the darkest skies, eats the portion that he has got tangled in chains of aimless hope, always with the heart of an helpless prisoner. 

The family shows love and care when a Man takes care of his family, as his body withers of ageing, closing in for the dissolution, no one not his nearest ones have a thought on how he feels. 

I have taken refuge at thy feet, praying for my transgressions, Protect me and forgive me O lord the sin slayer. 

Manthra - The Prayer

Helpless and weak as I am,

Where to , should I fly for shelter,

O Mother have mercy upon me 

For I have abandoned scriptures and Gods

O Mother , did Siva , he who is naked and uncouth , smeared with ash from the funeral pyre, who Has the matted hair and serpents as garlands - The Lord of everything become the unrivalled for taking you Thee for spouse