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Back in the days
The first leaves of our notebooks
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വെറുതെ ഒരു പൈങ്കിളിക്കവിത

ഏയ്…

നമുക്ക് വീണ്ടും

അവിടം വരെ ഒന്ന് പോയാലോ?

കാലമെപ്പോഴോ നമ്മളിൽ നിന്ന്

കട്ടെടുത്ത ആ സ്വപ്നത്തിലേക്ക്,

വെറുതെ…

വീണ്ടും ആ മാവിന്റെ ചോട്ടിലിരിക്കാം;

ഇലകളിൽനിന്നിറ്റു വീഴുന്ന;

മഴത്തുള്ളിയിൽ നനയാം,

വെറുതെ…

ആ വിദൂരതയിലോട്ടു കണ്ണും നട്ട്,

ഒന്നും മിണ്ടാതെ,

ഒന്നും പറയാതെ,

വെറുതെ ഇരിക്കാം.

അല്ലെങ്കിൽ

ഒരിക്കലും വരാത്തൊരു

ഭാവിയെക്കുറിച്ചു സംസാരിക്കാം;

ഒരിക്കലും സംഭവിച്ചിട്ടില്ലാത്ത

ഭൂതകാലം അയവിറക്കാം;

അതൊന്നുമല്ലെങ്കിൽ,

വെറുതെ

ആ പുഴയിലങ്ങനെ കാലും നനച്ച് നടക്കാം;

നിനക്ക് വിരോധമില്ലെങ്കിൽ കൈ കോർക്കാം;

ഒരു മൂളിപ്പാട്ടും ആകാം.

ആ തണുത്ത കാറ്റ് വീശുമ്പോൾ

നിന്റെ മാറോടെന്നെ ചേർത്ത് പിടിക്കാം.

വെറുതെ…

Of Slippers, Rings, And Other Such Trinkets

The philosopher Blaise Pascal once remarked, “Cleopatra’s nose, had it been shorter, the whole face of the world would have been changed.” Something tells me it wasn’t just the nose that would have changed the history of the world. A nose ring perhaps.

Just take a gander through history and literature and look at the havoc created by the various accessories women use to adorn themselves. Maybe it wasn’t havoc all the time, but you have to admit that the various trinkets women wear have played significant roles in many tales.

You and I

No,

You are not my other half,

Better or worse.

Nor do you complete,

Me or my sentences.

I do not begin

Where you end,

And when you fall asleep,

Your eyes close – not mine.

We are simply two wholes.

But together we create,

A wholeness times two,

That sets the sun on fire.

Poo Venuma – MB Sreenivasan’s Delightful Composition for Children of all Ages

34 delightful songs set to lively music, all of them about animals, birds, flowers, bees, the sun the moon, and all things enchanted, that once filled the rainbow-streaked skies and blossom filled meadows of our childhood dreams. That’s what’s been playing on a loop on my computer for the past one week and they have already taken me on several trips back to the carefree days of childhood.

Song of Salty Memories – Ee Rathriyil Njan Ezhuthunnu Meets Neruda’s Tonight I can Write

Shutter was a movie I enjoyed immensely, apart from the tight script and excellent acting, something else in the movie too grabbed my attention. A song. A few lines into it, I had a strange sense of deja vu. Something about it sounded so achingly familiar and close to heart. I am pretty tone deaf. It’s usually the words of a song that register in my mind first. So it was, in this case too. Yes, it was beginning to fall in place. I was recognizing the lines, although meeting those beloved lines here was quite unexpected. A quick Google search confirmed my doubts. Ee Rathriyil Njan Ezhuthunnu was indeed what I thought it was.

Post 101- Looking Back with Gratitude

WordPress tells me this is my 101st post. Wow! The day I started blogging, way back in November 2006, I never dreamed I would get this far. It all began far, far away in a land called Rediffiland. The Ilanders were a motley crowd of wonderful people. Some of the best blogger friends I made were early dwellers of this mystic place. We all came together, supporting, motivating and being there for each other as we learnt the ropes of blogging. Somewhere along the way, the place unravelled and most of us migrated to WordPress or Blogger. But the friendships that sprouted there haven’t faded away. They merely spilled over to Facebook and continue to thrive.