Letter to a Long distance runner

Dear long distance runner

who doth thou run to

what doth thou run for

whither whither is thy post

wherefore the shores that cry for thy conquest

will thou not sit for a moment to check

to catch a breath and smile a bit

shall thou not look behind and turn around

or will thy footsteps be thy only company

what then of the shifting goal posts

what then of the shifting shores

dear long distance runner

chase the glory

capture the cup

sip the chamagne

hold the moment

in the palm of a beloved

go then, set the sails

raise the mast

wind will carry thee far

beyond than thy wildest dreams

come , take a snapshot

post it and get some likes atleast!

A story a day, keeps the dreams afloat

‘Tell me a story, please,’ I pestered any adult around me and sort of button holed the person and forced him or her to share stories. And I was lucky too, coz my father despite his ‘I don’t know anything, I am only 10 std’ stance, is a smart performer with several one-liners and theatrical tricks up his sleeve. Several of my relatives, elders, uncles and aunts had to cough up stories real or imaginary at my persistence or just to get rid of me and they did it with elan, sometimes while grazing the cow, or while out on a walk or just lying down waiting for the sleep to set in.

More than anything that I learnt during my graduation at the famed Govt. Victoria College, Palakkad, what I remember the most is Dr. Vijayan Nair’s elaborate descriptions of his travels in Italy, the gondolas, the piazza and of course the story of how a young impressionable Mary Godwin, eloped with PB Shelley to become Mary Shelley and later, the author of ‘Frankenstein’.

In the classrooms,as a teacher myself, I never lose a chance to tell a story, having learnt a trick or two from the experience of listening to Dakshayani Teacher’s, ‘ Do you know this story? followed by animated narrations from the Mahabharatha or the Ramayana or any other literary text’. That is where, we , the blessed students at LSN Convent, Ottapalam, listened enamoured of how women were supposed to be or how the princes wooed the beauties of yesteryears and travelled to many lands of fantastical imagination.

Those were times when stories seemed to fill my world from books and from the narrations and somehow it seemed that everyone was a ‘walking talking story machine’, if only you sat down to listen to them, giving more food for fantasy to my already ‘very wandering mind.’

Yet, in these days when I struggle to write and batter my brain with the process of ‘phd-iation’, I am regularly asked to set aside time in an authoritative tone, ‘ you better make time for me ok, girl! Once I go back, what will you do!’ followed by a smirk and an eye roll.

And that does it. i forget work and we create the ambience to sit down and watch movies curated by her highness, who is very well versed about movies as she is about restaurants.

Nothing is more swee than this experience of sharing a movie time with my girl, every day, day in and day out And she never tires of showing to those in her circle, the movies of her choice. So we sit down for a good time and time flies, till I fret, ‘I also got to go to work!’.

Somehow I am reminded of my good friend at Victoria, Dhanya Ramachandran who was such a compulsive movie watcher that not a day was spent without watching atleast 2 movies with DVDs lent from the nearby shop.

And yes, my little girl must have watched ‘ Chathikkatha Chandu’ atleast 50 times and it only stopped when the shopkeeper who was well acquainted with her, shrugged rather helplessly, ‘ child, it is out of stock, we don’t have it anymore!’

The love for stories runs deep, I guess, and well, if no one said it before, let me say that ‘ a story a day, keeps the smiles intact and the dreams as well.

So, keep watching movies, reading and telling stories, keep the child alive in you, and your eyes will twinkle no matter what!

Just saying 🙂

Just Satyrical

Across the horizon

blue and bright

where dreams blend into reality

a search light will still be found

and when you walk up and shake hands

she will ask you to sit down and have a cup of coffee

stories of now and yonder will then be shared

know that it is your test of endurance

hold your yawn and keep the smile

a little giltter in your eyes will help!

cracking and being cranky she shall up the game

just be patient if you are in for the long run

or jump and scoot and don’t leave a trace behind

if you so think otherwise, god speed!

the howling winds will take you farther

to your dreamland and fantasies soon

till such time go catch the butterfly

the glow worms and the secret santas of the world

her time is around, so is yours

stay put, stay proud, storms strengthen

resolves regain vigour and a vengeance

to find, to know, to hold, to be

so it shall be, said the Satyr

and the zephyr blowing by.

Ps: vacuum is a good place to begin with!

രമേശന്റെ പെണ്ണ്

സമ്പന്നതയുടെ ദാരിദ്ര്യം അത് ആരോടും പങ്കുവെക്കാനില്ല എന്നതായിരിക്കണം
സന്തോഷത്തിന്റെയും അല്ലെ
ഒരു പക്ഷെ സ്നേഹത്തിന്റെയും

അടി പൊളി

രമേശൻ ഒന്ന് ഉറക്കെ ചിരിച്ചു. കവിത എന്റെ ജീവാത്മാവാണ്, ജീവിതവും.

ചേട്ടാ, എന്ന രണ്ടു തേങ്ങയും കൂടെ പൊളിച്ചോ, കവി പിന്നിൽ നിന്ന് ഒച്ച വച്ചു.

ആഹാ, തേങ്ങാ, അത് തന്നെ.

ചക്കയിലും ഇടാം മാങ്ങാ കറിയും വെക്കാം. തേങ്ങാ തന്നെ നല്ലതു. ഒരു മൂത്തതൊന്നു ഇവളുടെ തലയിൽ വീണെങ്കില്, ഒരു കലക്ക് കലക്കമായിരുന്നു.

അല്ല, കഴിഞ്ഞില്ലേ

ദാ, വരുന്നു പെണ്ണെ

#Pauperisms of love, life and living

Love fills, love rolls

love flooded in through

the crevices of her soul

filling bits of bright sky

in the corners of her heart

and streaming out into

her glistening eyes

smiles grew warmer

in the winter

the sky nonchalant, lost and shy

for long, so far woke up to her

and reached out in joy

‘you look happy, shall I join?’

but there were new friends

visitors and the light breeze

a few birds and the cat that meowed

thronging into her life

as she stood up to dance

thinking, ‘why I did not know this?

why did I stop the music within?

why did I silence the chatter of dreams

reams of fantasties, giggles and laughter rolls

and look for light elsewhere hiding the lamp within!

‘Now, you know’, said the universe.

Ps: Be your own champion!

She told the sky

Be with me, will you

she told the sky and he smiled

she asked for a moment

And he turned around

Out against the raging storms

the rising oceans

the smouldering clouds

her heart waned and waxed

in love and pain and hurt

in moments of gloom

he sometimes became a twinkling star

yet so far so far so far

she feared the heart that yearned so much

the tongue that spelt

the thoughts that felt

deep imprints on the soul

but the voice,ah, the voice

like none she found

called out in dreams

and lonely nights

bewildering and soothing all at once

fearful of showing

and tearing to break

the dreams strecth asking for courage

travelling on sighs the tears swell

the spirit though looked on and laughed

as if she were a stranger far

so gathering cold spread from

outside in or inside out

thus, she thought and held silence!

Ps: thoughts that rise

Hear my song

Would you hear my song

sung in my native tongue

sweeter than honey

would you know of my pain

when my home was wrecked

by machines that ran amok

would you stop to think

what you have done to me

my home of children five

our need for food, sleep and shelter too

if only, dear love, you had come

to see me as your own

you would have known

how precarious the trees

are as my haven

how insufficient the berries

that grow for us and you

how little of our thirst

is ever quenched

how our existence is a mere blotch

but first, love, you will have

to own yourself and yours’

maybe then you will start to think of me

till such time I am doomed

and so are my kind.

Ps: What a tailed friend said!

Chaotic Winter Dreams

Dont ask me of the ways

or waywardness of the mind

nor of the sudden surges of emotion

that create runaway commotions

and rock the heart of its seat

hither tither everywhere

nor of the calm that sometimes possess

and emanate from the deep soul

crafting a carefree bubble as it were

and holds a pain and a smile alike

kissing it all azure love

in winters when the hearts grow warm in hope

dreams float in distant entranced thoughts

a shoulder perhaps hopes to hold a hermit

and grow together in dreams and do’s

dreams maythen grow roots in fantasies

and find ways to travel to realities

coz tomorrows come and paint pictures that

hold a hand, lend a hope, watch a smile and watch it again

Sky Madness

‘You must be mad’, said the sky

‘to cling to me like a child

to yearn for attention

and ask for affection

remember life is a lone toil

get on, get moving’

‘but, but’, she tried to express

‘I have always been strong

stood straight and leaned on self

sometimes to have a hand to hold

or a ear to hear

or a friend to share a smile

or just to laugh out loud

is just rightful wishing, hmm?’

‘Perhaps’ he nodded a bit annoyed

‘the stars are many

my vision unlimited

my journey is to the unknown

time is too precious

if at the turn of the horizon yonder

where the blue skies meet the rainbows

where thunders gather their light and fire

where the sun comes to fill his quota of light

there the stars dance till it is night

if we meet there we will see

till then, ciao, until we meet again’

and she was glum and a bit lost.

Walk away

Walk away walk away

steady steps

feet so sure

against the rains

the raging storms

the thunder strike

or welling tears

walk away walk ahead

straight the back

high the head

sing a song

lull the fears

take the plunge

erase the past

walk away

to bright morrows

that beckon from far

hopes that shine

and smiles that grow

walk away walk away

Living to learn


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