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Guarded by towering hills on the East
And flanked by the Arabian Sea on the West
With its easterly shore of stretching sandy swell
That lulls the restless waves to sleep,
There is a land, my land of green vegetation
Nestled among palm trees and paddy fields.
Oh! I am in love with this narrow strip of land
Of rugged hills and meandering rivers
Of placid backwaters and blue skies
Of gibbering monkeys and singing cuckoos
What rich diversity you graciously provide
A land dotted with temples, churches and mosques
Where Hindus, Christians and Muslims cohabit
Where diversity flows through her arteries
And unity beats through her throbbing heart
Here souls dance to the timeless rhythm of music
Of diverse genres, vocal and instrumental
Classical and folk, sung either as solo or in groups
With the accompaniment of (2) 'veena',(3) 'tanpura' and violin
Their varying pitches beautifully synchronized!
In the serene dawns and dusky evenings
The atmosphere gets abuzz with the soft strains
Of (1) ‘Sopana Sangeetham’, the ethnic music of Kerala,
It comes floating from inside the Hindu shrines
Flooding soul’s enchanted shores,
And opening the floodgates of piety
In healing murmurs and throbbing notes,
As the symphony builds up its circuitous round
It descends down as a stream of blessing
Drenching devotees in its moistening sweetness
Like the drizzle of dew drops from heaven
Making hearts ride in the palanquin of joy!
May.21.2023
If your Birthplace- Country was a Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Anoucheka Gangabissoon
This poem is about Kerala, a small state in India, which is my birthplace and its geography and culture.
1.Sopana Sangeetham is a form of Indian Classical music, developed in the temples of Kerala. It is sung, sitting by the holy steps leading to the sanctum sanctorum of a shrine.
2.Veena- a stringed musical instrument, one of the oldest of Indian musical tradition, played sitting cross legged, capable of producing all oscillations of Carnatic music
3. Tanpura- a drone instrument of Indian origin used mainly in a concert of classical music, creating a melodic background, but not a melody.
“Kerala Man Hides Lover For 11 Years, In His Home While Living With Parents”
How dare you, hypocrites, poeticizing true love,
And, damn, dare to hate me for choosing my love mate!
How sweetly you speak of splendid graces above,
When caste-color-sect-taboos, like coops, you create!
What jungle-nation, ruled by laws of the Stone Age!
What rulers! Orangutans of the age-old hell!
What society! What culture! Like rusted cage!
What humans-like animals! And prayers-like knell!
And you, dumb idiot! A kid inside! Grown man!
Cocooned from depicting your pure love to the world!
The hell with you! Like spider long spinning love plan,
Yet allow this love, like autumn leaves, to die furled...
If you, nation, do not know what's love learn it soon!
If you, man, cannot love, hang, you're a sheepish goon!
24 June 2021
I loved you first in sunlight
soft, golden, foolish, bright
where laughter slipped between our hands
and every breath felt right.
Romance bloomed like sunrise,
new and trembling on my skin;
your smile was a doorway
I kept walking deeper in.
Enjoyment was a simple thing
your voice, your look, a breeze
the kind of joy that feels like spring
whispering through the leaves.
But love is not a constant star;
it flickers, fades, betrays.
And when you turned your face away,
I learned how quickly warmth decays.
Rejection fell like winter,
a storm without a name;
you left me holding pieces
of a world that wasn’t the same.
Despair became my shadow,
quiet, stubborn, near—
a silent echo in the room
where once I held you here.
Still I wait, day after day,
for a footstep on the stair,
for the whisper of your presence,
for proof you still care.
But nothing stirs the silence,
no message breaks the night;
just me, and all these hours
drifting out of sight.
And though the days keep passing—
faint, relentless, slow—
I keep longing for your return,
for something you don’t know.
Still I wait to see you again,
a hope I can’t outrun…
But nothing ever happens.
And nothing ever comes.
If I could be,
I would choose the salt air,
Running over thrashing waves,
Kissing foam and hugging rocks,
Flying with those birds,
And landing on golden brown hair.
If I could be,
I would choose the fungi,
Standing on a lone brick wall,
Reminiscing in the cracks of past,
And looking back at the glitter in child-like eyes.
If I could be,
I would choose the vapour cloud,
Flowing aimlessly, crafting myself as I go,
And looking down at life,
Without the intention to pry.
If I could be,
I would choose a coconut tree,
Standing tall, touching my blues,
While staying on the ground.
If I could be,
I would choose a shell by the sea,
Building my patterns with time,
And be cherished by nostalgia as a memory keeps me alive.
If I could be,
I would choose everything except what I am,
For creatures of wisdom carry the burden of choice;
I run towards the future,
As my decisions weigh me back,
I realise the only way to escape,
Is when light leaves my eyes.
Maybe that is when I will be free,
Without these choices and just let me be.
Until then, I shall use my breath to decide,
If I could be,
What would I choose in my next life?
Yours poetically,
v.s
By : Sashi.Prabhu(zeauoxian)
Written on 15/4/2012 at Kaloor , kerala
Within you I lose myself full of ecstasy and free of earthly pains,
Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again.
How I wish to be always with you,
So that could everyday feel anew.
Sooth my weary eyes,
By your comely face which to my heart feels nice……
Kiss me and I can make you sense and feel the heavenly stars;
Love me and I will give them to you and heal your hearts troubled scars
Within you I lose myself full of ecstasy and free of earthly pains,
Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again.
Blood & heart,
Our hearts never do move apart.
Heart & pulse,
They pulsate heavily and throbbing never dulls.
Pulse &soul.
Live life loving and blissfully content living our goal.
Soul and body
After all we have gone through, its pure love that they embody……………………..
Within you I lose myself full of ecstasy and free of earthly pains,
Without you I find myself wanting to become lost again.
Reminders of Venice, mnemonic of undying love of Romeo and Juliet,
Were masks a barrier for two lovers, when encountered each other?
Elaborate masks concealed the identities,
Without hindrance, love bloomed no matter.
Masks are mysterious, masks are enigmatic, masks were fashion.
Imagine extravagant costume balls in the time of Shakespeare,
envision the exciting Venice carnivals! if masks didn't exist,
would the fascinating drama touch people’s hearts for hundreds of years?
Honestly, masks are not my most favourite item!
But enigmatic masks can be turned into delightful accessories!
With a little bit of imagination, and a little bit of fun,
Masks save lives, still emanate a romantic charm!
Kathakali dancers! Masks are inseparable pieces of Epic story plays,
The expressions come alive through intricately designed masks,
Blend of music, epic, story and art -
All coming together! In a captivating platter!
Venice, or Kerala, masks are complex, masks are enchanting!
Make it vibrantly colourful, create one undeniably your own, model it fervently artistic!
July 24, 2020
A SPIRITUAL SAINT'S STRENGTH AMIDST STRIFE
Fortitude for half a century, giving God all the glory,
The Foundress of Holy Family lived a humble, godly life,
St. Mariam Thresia - a stigmatic saint's story
Filled with many troubles, temptations and strife,
From Puthenchira, an Indian Syro-Malabar Catholic
Consecrated herself to the Lord at eight or nine years,
Modest and meek, serving the poor and the sick,
She was disciplined, obedient and different from her peers,
With childlike simplicity, charismatic charity and Christian chastity,
Fastidiously following Father Vithayathil's fine footsteps,
The "virgin of pains" was for Family Apostolate, the model entity,
Nursing the sick and dying by visiting them at their doorsteps,
Burning with intense love for God, she was a mystic soul,
"Whose Heart was aglow with fire and whose feet were winged",
Enduring her sufferings for the sake of Christ was her goal,
Her patient, divine spirit was with radiant sweetness tinged,
She had fervent trust in God's immense providence,
Her spiritual ecstasy was hours of prayer and meditation,
The "Apostle of suffering", she strived for her continence,
Wiping the tears of the broken hearted was her consolation,
Her gracious gift of goodness guides us all in giving
Care, concern and compassion to the comfortless at all cost,
Her lasting legacy left behind still leads the living
To show His love, shine His Light and shelter the lost.
Form: Rhyme (abab)
10.23.19
{This poem is about St. Mariam Thresia, who was canonised on 16th October, 2019 by Pope Francis in Rome. She is the Foundress of the Congregation of Holy Family, Puthenchira, Kerala.}
Which is the easiest way to make two
Indian states to fight?
One is to throw power, language, water-
Issues on their face.
So you’ll have got two Dravid states
Fighting eternally,
O’er slight and petite things for decades
Meaningless, mundane,
So that your Aryan Empire in the
North will have its way
Of flourishing and bringing in caste and
Sect-bred troops set free.
Not one but multiple such issues
Let loose on the south
On the twin sister-states of Tamil Nadu
And Kerala have worn
Out sistership, brotherhood and good-
Will among these two
Peoples, and eroded their history
Of a common past.
Mullapperiyar Dam Water Issue,
Imposing Hindi,
And Koodankülam Atomic Power
Plants are but a few,
Devised by central government to
Keep them warring on
And smoth’ring each other instead of
Pooling their resources.
We will examine each and weigh how
Hampered they progress,
Before we’re onto the treachery of the
Telengana State.
(Written and first published on: 08 December 2020)
Can also be read in full here: https://sahyadribooks-remesh.blogspot.com/2020/12/224-hindu-anarchy-coming-to-india.html
Boated through the tantalizing Kerala backwater
in a pleasant summer morning;
Coconut groves were adorning
our way and perky fishes were chased by river otters
Cacophony of the swaying lofty coconut trees
and the nearby evergreen plants
produced a mesmerizing chant
that certainly consoled the chaotic minds and appease
Majestic banyan tree with its spiraled pillar branches
enthralled the endemic birds
and the migrating animal herds
on the river bank, renovated the place into the ranch
Suddenly the boat entered into the hollow way
where tangled trees made archways,
and fallen flowers filled our pathways
welcomed us, it was such an unforgettable day
Reflections of the slender palm trees on the waters,
painted a flawless picturesque picture
with the kaleidoscope of colors and mixtures
Which was untapped only in the perpetual back waters
Coots and cormorants swiftly plunged into water
When they heard the sound of the boat
Tranquility of the place calmed the hysteria
and it led to the apocalypse of worldly emotions
Sep-9-2017
POTD on Sep 11 2017
I was so happy and I felt so blessed as I received this honour on the death anniversary of my favorite poet Mahakavi Bharathiyar.
(Onam is Kerala’s state festival based on the belief of the annual visit of Mahabali, the legendary king of the land, now an occupant of the netherworld.)
I am Mahabali, the king who ruled the land of Kerala.
Now a Time Traveler from the netherworld.
I loved my land and my people as best as I could
With unstinted commitment and devotion,
I served my people and strived for their welfare.
They loved me in turn, never a protest was raised.
The state was in its glorious phase with peace and prosperity
Abounding all across the far reaches of my kingdom.
Every village and town, each nook and corner,
Rang with hearty cheers and songs of mirth.
Freedom and welfare were the hallmark of my reign.
With my fame escalating day by day, even gods grew jealous.
Never suspecting any fraudulence and not knowing,
It was Lord Vishnu who came to me as a Brahmin avatar,
And when asked for some land to do worship,
That could be measured in just three steps,
I granted the boy’s wish, being compassionate.
Soon he grew into mammoth proportions,
Covered the entire universe with his two steps!
I realized that the boy was Lord Vishnu in disguise.
Seeing that there was no more land left,
I bowed before the boy offering my head for the next step.
He pushed me to the netherworld, but with a boon,
To visit my land and my people every year.
I have been visiting my people all these years
But with each visit I have seen only decadence
My land, once the abode of peace and prosperity
Has now become one of disunity, corruption, war and violence
Sadly, I have resolved not to visit my land anymore.
This is my final visit with a warning to all my people;
“Learn from the past, and the endless tortures suffered
That instead of division, oppression and disharmony
You should find common ground to stand and thrive,
For in unity lies humanity’s joy and progress.
Leave behind greed and the mad lust for power.
Alter your course and heal the wounds of the earth.
Let love and peace guide you now and unto eternity.”