A new breeze blows

A new sky shines

A new tune plays

A new warmth gathers

A torn smile stitches

the blue sky shines

the blue dreams dance

the blue god blesses all

The universe & the Traveler

At the cusp of a massive change

a churning

dearest universe

your energies alone sustain

your reaching out alone nourishes

your being there helps,reassures

who decides what is good or bad

who decides destiny

except being the traveler

calm, composed in adversities

holding forth a belief in self

a belief in others

and your ever gracious spirit

what is yours is yours

what is not is yours too

so traveler

do not burden

live light

you who will go back to light

this be the truth of living

some join the journey

others turn away

this being the call of the universe

her eternal wisdom

what happens happens

what does not does not

be the traveler

go on,live your experiences

transform within without

be the same yet

the universe roots for you!

A fitment issue

It perhaps irritated and frustrated her that there it was an issue of fitment!

no, you are not fit to be here

no, you won’t get my jokes , you see

no, your color is too dark for this groupie,

will you please leave!

no, we are the i phone people

charger, go charge your mind girl

hmm, in our family, no girl was ever born

we are all sons family, you see

rolls royce is how I roll

vodka is my mid day meal

world is my oyster

will you please step out of my world?

we all have cars

and this boy, is bekaar!

yes, you do have an issue

I mean,how can someone smile so much

something must be wrong

perhaps you are sad and you don’t know it

we are the movers and shakers

we take up public causes

we post lots of issues

sorry, just don’t have time for your village language, attitude and upbringing

give me that browcher, you said

ha ha ha

stand up straight first

I would say!

Thought Worms

a thought

a thought worm

stuck somewhere

eating into the mind

defining self

forming frames to look through

he, she, them,theirs, mine

dark,shadowy forms

growing in power

as she grew

nah, this is not for me

no, this is not ever mine

hmm, I live with this

but, this is my fate

really, no one will accept me

true it is that love never crosses my path

the thoughts

fed,over fed

nourished by doubts

reinforced by experiences

cultivated by perceptions

became a reality


the bright sun broke in

fresh breeze walked by

skies laughed

birds chirped

a new reality set in

that be the beginning

a new lease of living

Towards the sunset

ask a question or two

walk a few steps together

stop and laugh,no giggle

share a secret

hold a hand

give a shoulder

this for you

and this for me

that for us

dream a dream

sing a song

breathe a breeze

count the stars

then walk slow

lean on each other

stop for the other





such be life

such be living

രണ്ടു വാക്ക്

രണ്ടു വാക്ക്
വാക്കൊന്നു പറയാൻ
വാക്കൊന്നു കേൾക്കാൻ
കാലങ്ങൾ ആയി
കാത്തിരുന്ന് അവൾ
ആ വാക്ക്
ആലോചിച്ചു വിശർത്തു
ആധി പൂണ്ടു അവശയായി
ആകെ പാരവശ്യം
ആരോട് ചോദിക്കും
എങ്കിലും കേൾക്കാൻ
വല്ലാത്ത അക്ഷമ
ആ വാക്ക്
ഇത്തിരി മങ്ങിയതായി
തോന്നി അയാൾക്ക്‌
അസ്തമിക്കുന്ന സൂര്യൻ
ഒന്നുഉർജ്ജിച്ചു തിളങ്ങുന്ന പോലെ
അവൾ ചിരിച്ചു
നാളെ കാണാം
അപ്പൊ ശരി
ചില ദൂരങ്ങൾ
നാളെയെ കുറിച്ച്
ആർക്കാണ് ഉറപ്പുള്ളത്
വിധി എന്തുമാകട്ടെ
സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ നെയ്യാൻ
വേറെ കൂടു തിരിയേണ്ടി വരുമോ

അതോ വ്യാമോഹം എന്ന പുച്ഛം അവളെ അലട്ടുമോ

A class & a confession

I am thrilled to bits to be back to the classroom. To have 2, just 2 sweet ladies drop in to learn Spoken English with me.

Ah! joy ,that makes me realize why I was so morose?

So malnourished in my soul without a soul to share

the tit bits of knowledge that I beg, borrow or steal!

Then it happened, the class.

A young man who teaches Mathematics expressed in anguish that there was a certain complaint about his teaching, believe me not, it was because he was teaching too much! Well! he was summoned to the higher ups who said, ” So, what do we hear, YOU TEACH???!’

The young man who would die for math and said, ” I do so with all sincerity”

“Stop this nonsense, don’t stress the students, we hear that you delve deep into concepts and it is totally unacceptable”.

“Why, pray ,”said the young man,” I came here to teach.I turned my back to offers far more alluring and sought the joy of sharing, actually I thrive on it , Sir..ji”

“It’s against the constitution of our institution to think. We admonish you to henceforth not force our students to know that they have brains and can actually think, it’s the forbidden fruit of education. Dare thee not dream of it nor ever dare to touch it”.

“But”, the young man started and soon saw it frivolous and gave up in dismay.

A young girl who wanted to do her job well walks off in disbelief at the large gap between promises and deliverance.

Others live on with jaded hopes

But she stomps out

‘I gotta live my life, the way I want. Good bye’.

They I heard are still looking for a replacement.

Friend, foe, benefactor be around as I tick a few boxes

gather a few more experiences

fill my heart

then recede!

Teacher vibes

For the most of this year, I had no occasion to go to classroom.

Something was amiss. Something close.

Since sustaining life energies on work has been the pattern for some time , I felt malnourished, while still holding the fort and putting up a brave face.

Then as if my SoS reached the universe, the oracle proclaimed

Back, go back!

to the classrooms

reclaim redeem a lost art

strengthen what is your mettle

So I inch back to the classrooms.

Communicative English Classes for all at the university every Friday.

Spoken English classes at home on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

Maybe a creative writing class for the School of Design too.

Ask and you receive, well, mostly!

The smile is back.

The joy is true

who cares what the world says

who cares who stays and who scoots

Delve within to sustain!