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 thy wildest dreams
come , take a snapshot
post it and get some likes atleast!
‘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 🙂
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!
സമ്പന്നതയുടെ ദാരിദ്ര്യം അത് ആരോടും പങ്കുവെക്കാനില്ല എന്നതായിരിക്കണം
ഒരു പക്ഷെ സ്നേഹത്തിന്റെയും
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.
ദാ, വരുന്നു പെണ്ണെ
#Pauperisms of love, life and living
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!
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
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!
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
‘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.