fruit
we sway in the wind
but i grasp the air
in hopes it can sweep me from this branch
this branch-
preserving the purity of my skin-
is forced to let me fall
i rip from the loosening grip of my cluster
a wound on my side-
evidence of a new chance-
gifted by violent departure
i feel the air on my palms
i smash into the ground
mud covers my face.
i gaze up to the branch-
my past shimmers in the glaring sun.
a blue bird flies overhead
her beauty exerts itself effortlessly over my grime.
she parades her freedom
as the mud hardens under the kiln of the sun
i signal to the bird.
recognizing my flare, she glides to my side
and picks me apart
as i lay here-
opened up to this beast-
i listen to her speak
her tongue mumbles a foreign language
one that doesnt wish things away
a language learned from experiences
observed in her fulfilled juvenility
when all that is left
is the muddy skin on my back,
i sink into the earth
decaying for more time than i ever spent on a branch
why would i ever
excuse myself from youth to preserve my expiration?
i forfeit my experience then,
to gain a lonely breath here
Juvenility meets senility
Childlike to childish formality
Nursing home abnormality
Inmates extend hospitality
I run as if they have a malady
As my mind slips away
A little more each day
Regressing into a world of juvenility
With less and less social civility
Physically capable but losing mental mobility
I believe this road is called futility
Great thoughts once kissed my lobes
Before blank despair her flags raised;
And brimless hope reigned as globes
Of full-shining stars in glowing cased.
Now see what dismal desolate shells
Melancholy sulk where dreams stood;
Wherein arid future's unavailing wells
Barren gape amongst vipers’ broods.
Kind heaven upon my oblations smiled
Many long years dead when luck shone,
And winds favorably blew like lilacs wild;
Erst when juvenility lit bright hours gone.
Present times repugnant drown in bile
Hastily milked from some putrid reptile,
Their galling pungency outlasts high grit
Cowards laud in bold battles’ heroic writ.
If fair fortune's rotations should bring
A morsel of past’s elusive sweetness,
I’ll one dozen more grateful carols sing
Than did my lips under boyish harness.
Gusset of rose I am,
Tender the body of mine;
Petals yet to rise,
'Touch me not';
I am yet to bloom;
Odor of juvenility,
Yet to snoop out of me;
Smell of mine,
Yet to strew in ambiance,
For you to love;
(In Hindi)
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© Sadashivan Nair
Ailing armadillos advertising artichokes. But bringing back brilliance brought big booming bangs. Courteous cats creating canopies. Dogs do dare dream during digs. Energetic eggs evaluating effigies. Frying fortresses frees flamingos. Grateful goats grinning greedily. Hippos have heavenly havens hinting hate had hidden. Investing idiots ignoring idioms. Jade juniper jeans jumping juvenility. Kingly kingpins kicking koalas. Laughing lemurs like lakes linking linguinis limply. Musing mythical monstrous mammoths. Nuts natter nonsensical nothings. Octopuses ovulating over onions. Peas pointing pleasing pheasants. Quiet queens quite quizzical. Radioactive radishes reek.sausage sandwiches saucy salads. Training tempered talking trampling terrapins traditionally treating tastes. Uniformed unicorns under Uranus. Views varying vistas vivifying verifies visions. Weaving weevils wearing watches. Xenomorphic Xeon xylophone xi xi xi. Yachts yearning yummy yoghurt. Zit zooming zebras zone.
Writhing, languid, and melancholy,
I exorcise the child from my bones.
Prevailing are personal philosophies,
Though I can no longer be who I once was.
I remain rooted in my memories,
Juvenility of mine stays with people and places left behind.
While maturity swells within me,
I sometimes wish to retreat to a time when
My only worry was swinging so high that I’d never come back.
It dawns on me that innocence is the truest state of being,
When evil holds existence only in fables and fairy tales.
When child leaves my body,
I am no longer girl, but gladiator,
not just woman, now warrior.
I too am smitten,
On thy lustrous glow;
Cologne of thy juvenility,
Is so stupendous;
None can stop,
Thee strewing in ambiance,
Alluring crowd;
My boggle is,
These moments of love,
May or may not last;
May leave me in loneliness;
Will be bereft,
For thy love;
Will be shattered,
If don't stay my side;
I too am enamoured,
But scared,
If Sun sets down,
Behind the veil of moon,
© Sadashivan Nair
I woke up this morning
with the skirmishes of dry land and earth
A glance through my window
and I saw the clouds uniting their crack.
The morning seemed like the late evening
with splashes of lights cutting across the sky
And all of a sudden it poured upon heavily
with numb sound of thirst and relief.
Masses running for shades
and the Juvenalilty was seen among the kids
Miry filed and smiley little faces
kicked the ball with all their coerces.
I couldn't dedine such a life
where one is sitting idle
and the other is making the day
It all happens as and when our senesce suffice.
Yet I have the belive with orotund tones of my lost juvenility
I threw out myself
burying all my forlornness.
Note: Dedicated to the wonderful monsoon weather
Our crazy hurry outwits our wits
We wish it is not true. the car speed.
The restaurants. the caution in the winds.
The rape and early sex the little child
Now knows, whose overwhelming juvenility
Had made men mad and wild
We too are perpetrators of the deed
That beckons wails and mourning
For with each dawn, true sense's warnings
Is out our dirty door. we too that bear
Pain's monstrous knife pierce our tender hearts.
Not just the cat burglars, beware
At whose wasting call joy departs
Or the inane thugs in the creeks
Who adulterated our kerosene
And operate on the filthy lane;
Where accidents and deserters are the bane
Of this dying days. killing the savior of
The crying child. making us handicaps,
Our earnest dreams elusive as elusive can be
And making mere men elements of sheer disgrace.
Melded with raindrops -
the juiceless earth fruited lusciously
and the roaring lightning pops -
the vehement clouds sparked abundantly.
From time of summer -
for the juvenility they long expected
over the awash field they bopped over -
alike the sweetness of wintry roses, the zestful aroma contrasted.
Here and there the lively music got wind of bongs -
when the rain waved by the wind so heavily
the splashy whispery voice sung like yuletide carols -
with roasted chicken along with champagne, savored blithely.
All of a sudden the sun peeped out in between,
reckoned alike to chance once upon the Kris-Kringle's camion
Over the sky it arced with orange violet yellow blue red indigo green,
glowed as if presents wrapped along with gleeful horizon.
The sky that outraged fell out the factual consequences,
Around the globe masses fantasied the season to be resurgence
Palsy-walsy rain was alike the snow flurry occurrences,
Jejune July was abided by the Holy Christ's renascence.
Welcome
The time around filled with juvenility
The season solaced by the aura of odiferous
The world primed with unity
The love lived over by the essence of glorious.
Dream
A life lived on top of the world
A garden sated by the aroma of flowers
A nation saluted with laud
A peace blessed by the solemnity of prayers.
Blend
With the music that dance with your soul
With the rain melded by the rays, rainbow
With the life soothed along pride
With the macrocosm by the end of brow.
Pray
For the day, a prayer unspoken for live out
For the clouds silvery cottoned by autumn newbie
For the hapless longing for a day out
For the solitude by the event foregone.
Adios
The Time you lived today
The Nature that you acclaimed
The earth that you live on
The wishes proclaimed.
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