Best Malayalam Poems
LOST IN LOVE
Winter is over
The rains have stopped
Flowers now in bloom
His voice calls out my name
His tender lips touch mine
His caresses soft and warm
Delightfully sublime
Smothered with his kisses
Sweet as the taste of wine
Love is wild flower
Untouched by tests of time
He brought me to his banquet
Filled with sweetness from above
“Drink deep, oh my darling
Let us lose ourselves in love.”
Can there be a more beautiful Snowflake
To rest upon your pink nose
Yet melt almost immediately
Like frost on a fragile Rose?
Can there be a more beautiful Lily
To bloom in the month of May
Which releases so potent a perfume
That it takes your breath away?
Can there be a more beautiful Beach
To walk on with bare feet,
One with soft powder white sands
And a breeze to temper the heat?
Can there be a more beautiful Rainbow
That arches across the sky
As showers pour in profusion
Like tears across your eye?
Can there be a more beautiful Sunset
With glorious colours to end the day
So wonderful a closing scene
That it makes you want to stay?
Yes! When enjoyed together
With the love of your life;
So enjoy all these, and more,
With your husband or your wife.
Vodka
That is what they drink
never water
on no account will a Commie ever drink water
and not without good reason
water that's what I'm getting at
water is the source of all life
seven tenths of this Earth's surface is water
why do you realize that 70 percent of you is water
as human beings you and I
need fresh pure water to replenish our precious bodily fluids.
are you beginning to understand
That’s why I drink only distilled water
rainwater
or pure-grain alcohol
Have you ever heard of a thing called fluoridation
do you realize that fluoridation is the most monstrously conceived
the most and dangerous Communist plot we have ever had to face
Halloween Moon Crabs
A tide rises to leave behind hundreds of tossed colourful halloween moon crabs to stroll
Craving social connections like homeless souls furtively hunting their unsown roots
Celtic calendar hides matronly lunar freeing guised children and bodiless souls
Five more years for the halloween moon, till then crabby purple claws in orange suits
October10, 2015
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Form: Quatrain
I'm in the garden of my life
Stumbling- I fall over rocks
I walk each step dignified
Standing tall - life is justified
The flowers bloom I reminisce
The buds flourish in my mind
The past coming up , just what shall I find?
Colors are ever so radiant and brilliant
I tell you , I love you and want you still
Cherishing each memory in my heart
The world at my feet - I see
This beautiful landscape enchanting me
I wish upon a star in the twilight
I see the constellations shine at night
And a pregnant star enlightens me
Born a falling star in my sight
And the muse listens delicately
Apollo leads my way with the arts
And I show my reflections with my soul
I write the words that make me whole
Listening you have the given opportunity
To cherish my thoughts indeed in your womb
I recollect in time , I'll open the door
And granted my words are relished
I'd say each poem that I portray
May bloom in your personality , each given day....
(Wined Floor)
The wine brewed without
Drip drop drip drop
Visual temptations lured me
My bronze tresses wet
Down the nape to my soul
Red painted toes
Danced on the wined floor
Decked for love.
Balveen Cheema
Contest: Visual Of A Verso
August 20, 2015
A drink on the nightstand calls
To me who would be the listener
To hear what he has to say
About what happens in this room.
The water within the pale, clear cup
Is lined with lipstick and plastic
But all the while he still cries
As though the lips who touch him are his.
A drink on the nightstand screams my name
Come and taste what I have to give
But I know that one sip of his poisonous nectar
And no longer my life shall I live
For you are the drink within its tall
Drink on the nightstand that calls.
I stare across this lonely room
at your picture on the shelf!
All your lovely memories
have me feeling sorry for myself!
It's been awhile since you've been gone,
but doesn't seem that way.
I feel you're with me all the time,
each and every day!
I try so hard to carry on
and do the best I can.
I find it near impossible
to accept it like a man!
My friends and family give support
to help me through these times.
I know it's up to me to straighten out,
and that's the bottom line!
So I'll have a talk with the Man upstairs
and pray He'll help me face the fact,
that you're up there with him now,
and you're not coming back!
So, Honey, there you have it.
You'll always be my wife,
but, you're not with me anymore,
I have to get on with my life!
That is my intention,
that's what I plan to do.
My fondest wish when I expire,
is to be, up there again, with you!
Ralph Taylor
12/15/18
When we travel first time
All alone to a new country
Many worries will land
Along with you at the airport.
Somebody at the immigration
Will be scanning our eyes
Using the camera lenses
To take an image of our worries,
The colors of our dreams
From our thumb impressions.
The dates of our solitude
Will be stamped on our passport.
San Francisco, when did I land
Into your colorful dreams
Like a silent computer robot
By loaning my village memories.
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Jul 24,2016
Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life
Oh! Black Americans,
Africa is your motherland
And most Africans love you
Not because you are called African Americans
And lost your African mother tongues
And cultures.
Being called Americans while speaking
African dialects , suit the most.
Did you hear about some people called "European Americans" in USA
To trace where they came from?
Oh!Black Americans,
I can advise you to learn " Swahili" and Continue to develop it in America.
Or mix up some African languages and come out with your new lingo - version and call it " Americaans" which will be differ to American English.
Make sure majority of Africans understand Americaans
Like Afrikaans in Germany, Belgium and Nederland.
Afrikaans could be called "Europeans" because it is a mixture of some European languages.
People speaking it are proudly Africans
As they are citizens
Of Africa.
They don't forget their motherland either.
If you wish to come back
To one of 54 African countries to stay,
The doors are always opened for you.
Oh!Black Americans,
Some Tamil, Telugu, Urdu
Hindi,Marathi, Tulu,
Malayalam, Marwari, Odia,
Bengali, Kannada,
Memoni, Gujarati,
Sindhi,Konkani
Awadhi people were slaves in South Africa
And they ended up being
South African Citezens
They forgot slavary and
Worked so hard to get wealths
Now majority of them are very rich
Than many people in India and pakistan
They did not forget their cultures
And traditions.
Oh! Black Americans ,
Remember,
In Africa ,
For Bantu to love and
Hate each other , it is not a new acappella.
In Asia ,
For Tamilians to love and
Hate each other, it is not a new salsa.
In India,
For Telugu to love and
Hate each other ,It is not a new lyric.
In South Africa,
For Afrikaners and British people to love and
Hate each other, it is not new samba.
In Belgium,
For walloons and flamands to love and
Hate each other, it is not a new rhythm.
In Canada ,
For French and British people to love and
Hate each other , it is not a new rhumba.
Remember ,
Hate and love are enemies
Who always lived together
From their creation.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Happy; as MALALA back to School,
Toweling our Tuesday Tears.
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In the name GULMAKAYI.......
The valley of Maize flowers
Activism she got fromfather
Who namedher after MALAYI
Banning music, movies & schooling;
Filled her pen in blood for blog.
Giving “BLOWS TO CANNONS” she blogged
Gone was the sleepof BLACK-THALIBAN.
* * * * * *
On a Tuesday back from school;
Dreaming peace in Swath Valley,
Giggling with friends in bus
Heard theshout “Who is MALALA?”
Rushing, screaming, the bus was blocked;
Shot the little princess and friends,
Fading flowers from dreams they fell;
Turning ‘Swath’ in mourning red.
* * * * * *
Tubes and wires as necklaces.....
She lay in bed ofWORLD’S LOVE
Doctors, surgeries, medicines and prayers;
Blessed us to hear her again
* * * * * *
Oh God! give the courage of MALALA;
To every ‘blossom bud’ of world,
To fight and win against the GUNS
Turning our world a HEAVEN.
Point To Be Noted
Q.If some women say we want to go to Mosque or Golden temple in bikini would that be OK?
Ans.No,because that place is not their property.Sure women can wear anything in public place but not those places which requires dress code.
Baglol Bajirao Mastani,
Dewani Mein Dewani...
To exist within a utopian society is
Of great opportunity. A perfect way
Where existing means living by
Obligations to the utopian way.
A deep desirable Devotion must be
Counted of the characteristics of
The inhabitants of this society.
Everyone must live in harmony with
Everyone else and with nature.
Satisfaction without stress struggle
Strife nor strain we shall have
Dialect rhetoric and simple
Discussions about what to expect
A utopia affords no discord the
Sun will not shine every day
But some sun will be on the way
We shall feast hearty.
Unburdened. Fears and
Apprehensions washed away no
More grief of yesterday. The
Metaphysical worthiness will be
Recorded on discs and obelisk.
Years will pass without a hitch
Hearts and minds will be crafted
In loveableness. Reference to this
Utopian way no one is rich or poor
We will live one for all and all for one
No Diabolical schemes no not none
Peace and harmony dreams assured
No crimes or bombastic belligerent
Blistering behavior at this doorstep
One cause no flaws. One set of
Rules will not be abused.
Questions will be answered by
The court. All are invited to
Question and answer night
Gatherings and celebrations will
Be had. Weddings will be held
Babies will born.
But no so and so and definitely
No such and such much to much
All positive attractions cheeks
Caressed a friendly gaze
TO THE DELIGHT OF ALL
HUMANITY. live the utopian
Way. Utopia does the day
Release relief and live the life
Five summers past, Varkala was to be a geopark
Three of us today are walking its streets in the dark.
Between buildings and trees are hidden birth rocks
Of a vulnerable cliff,
We are hunting for the cinnamon bush lark
Who have found a new habitat on these soft sedimentary rocks.
To save Varkala, we drew out a chart
With dots to show where to place garbage and dumps
With pointers to not dig the cliff,
On the slopes we drew lines to demark
From where water should drain down
Leave the cliff as before, dry and stark.
We hope to find out land's birthmark
After we give Varkala a bright new start.