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Asokumar Panangad Poem
THE ROSE IN THE DESERT
Days dragging with patches of memories of unhappy infancy
You fell on me as rain in hot summer
A traveler in desert sans company has no dreams of paradise
But collage of thoughts of imminent tragedy
Horrible flashes of father kicking mother
Tears she shed measured ocean of torture
Found no the other side of the ocean
She swam with lean tender hands with children intimidated
Home without love is hell;
Father is the devil; torturer of wife and children
Little hearts grow brooding over vengeance
Agony and persecution nourish malevolence defeating benevolence
Castaway perplexed in the desert of despondency
I saw you; the rose in desert; fountain of relief and love
Words flowed as drops of grape wine
My soul flew to a new horizon where doves hover with gentle wings
In the deepest chamber of my heart I preserved
Watered with my tears not to fade
Brighter than the brightest in the whole world
The solace and zest in the lonely battlefield
My ecstasy and partner in celebration
My love and breath; pulse of my life
The autumn of the crusader
The peace in my sleep and sweetness in my dream
You adorn the desert; wonder in the barren
A diamond glittering in the darkness
An expectation to the forsaken
Lighthouse to the ship in the storm
ASOKUMAR.K.A
12/12/12
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TIGERS LIVING FREE
Spectacular symmetry of gold and black
Audacious magnificent movements
Unique elegance in gait
Musical in natural tranquility
Grandeur of kingly expression
Commands awesome reverence
Masculine in its dazzling sense
The power and beauty of wilderness
Rosy petal soft tongue lick
And shines the glossy black lip
Never think what happens in the world
Neither greedy nor jealous
Satiate with a deer ordained by the Creator
Never kill even a silly hare except for food
Gentle masculine in temperance
A kid can manage if the hunger is over
Responsible lovely father;
Plays with the kids; imparts training
Cleverly springs up on the prey
Up in the air like a Dancer Nobel
Vigilant observer of boundless empire;
Radar tracker of micro movements
Disturbance of breeze on grass and leaves
And dexterously detect even the fall of mane or fur
Undaunted son of nature serenely enjoy life
Sans thinking of tomorrow
No stress or strain of indefinite busy human life
It is jubilant to watch from a towering branch
Never trespass the civilian domain
Nor attack sans reason
Yet chased and hunted by the ostensible civilized beast
An innocent prey of treacherous brutal assault
21. 08. 2013
the civilized beast= man
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POEM ON VALENTINE’S MEMOIR
I will sing if you are the right lover
My song will be melodious if you enjoy it
It may be the eternal song if you bless it with joyous kisses
If it drops out from your lips it is the real song of heart
You cannot skip it neglecting as unwanted verse
For it is the song the god sings fondling the hearts of lovers
You cannot evade from it; it is from heaven
Gods sing and angels the chorus rhythmically support
The sound of rain is the music of nature
And murmuring of wind and stroke of breeze
Create the paradise in the garden for lovers
I sing alone to the stars with your vivacious memoirs
Your gait undisturbed even the wind and the sand
Its rhythm itself is harmonious; supreme poetic creation
It is on my heart that each tread you make
My heart preserves each word you utter as precious pearls
Caresses in my lonely reverie moments
When I’m in my haven aloof from daily frantic headache
Then I’m the only creature on the globe
I see nothing and hear nothing
Except the persistence of vision of your image
I see your smile in the moon
And your eyes in the twinkling of stars
I feel you speak something
But it’s only a murmur; a blurred image
And you, my real love, somewhere in unknown world
Are you in the beautiful mysterious garden under the ocean?
Or hiding hovering among the clouds
I sing then only for you; breaking my heart gnawing in disregard
It will be my swan song; if you don’t sing and shun my verse
ASOKUMAR.K.A
29/03/2013
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HALLUCINATION
In the moonlit salty water I saw your face placidly suave
Can I kiss the beautiful face drawing the water in my hands?
Breeze caressed the transparency blurring into small waves
Oh! It dissolved to colourless drops vaporizing to elements
Sometimes, in the dusk, you dance with clouds
Yonder amongst the rainbow and evening stars glitter
Just begins to cast my eyes, enticing, the clouds enshrouds
Had I wings to soar high and around you flutter!
And amongst the woods before winter fall with smile sheen
Yellow leaves hide ‘cause sunbeams burn butter skin to pall
Embarrassing me to seek and embrace you with heart keen
Oh! Leaving only mounts of snow, yellow leaves rhythmically fall
Tender hands fondle; I feel the lavender petals fall
In your chat with me your passions gush
And just be in union with a kiss I feel a haul
Feeble hard I struggle to hug and away you rush!?
In lonely night I hear your melodious song
Have a glance on the singer! Eagerly I roam
Only foggy hills and murmuring of leaves I see all night long
Still yonder the other sides of the river the melody hum
You are a non-existing existence
Sun and moon are meaningless sans you
Sans you my existence is non-existence
No dawn and dusk sans you
ASOKUMAR.K.A
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SILENCE OF THE LAMP
That day the sunrise was not so beautiful
The flowers were pale without fragrance
The day was neither sunny nor rainy
No breeze and no humming of sweet songs of birds
Silence everywhere! Freezing silence!
She lay on the pink bed like a pale rose petal
Her face with a broken little smile
Bright yet like the silence of the lamp
A bolt from the blue to everyone knew her
Leaving a puzzle to all she pulled the curtain down
And rode alone to a world never to return
She was eloquently bold yet charming
The course of her life took a wrong turn with some buts
The incorrigible buts led her to an imbroglio
From which one rarely finds way out
Once written one cannot rub out and rewrite;
The story of life cautiously be written
Once we’ve mounted on the horse of life
It gallops only to forward heading fast
The rein must be safe in our hand
The traveler must control the horse; and not the horse the traveler
The distance left behind is left forever
Along the road of life we travel only once
It moves only in straight line from the first to the last breath
Everyone asked each other the stale questions
What happened to her?
Why did she do it?
She hoodwinked all with that little broken smile
Bright yet like the silence of the lamp
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PAPERS I TEAR OFF
I write some times with my blood
When I speak to you about brutality;
Heavy boots trample breaking bones
Heads roll in the streets smearing the sands in crimson
Heart bleeds and words flow
Could they burn the scoundrels?
And some times with my tears;
When love overflows my heart
With wings unseen they soar high with my dream
Sings melodies hear solely sober souls
When the words caress the papers twinkle
And breaths life into them
Some times I paint with hues of my heart
When the Sun scatters golden tinge in the ocean
And disappear behind the horizon
Leaving only the awful rumble
The giant darkness swallows the ocean
Lonely ashore in the hazy void I hear the breeze buzz
Some times I construct structures
With disconnected thoughts entwined in brain
Disarrayed arrangements of strips of broken glasses
Fussy and glossy they entice
Mystifying takes to a world hidden
When I detach from the pad
I tear a page of my heart
See your fingers smeared in blood
Do you get the smell of my intense love?
Does your heart bleed for me?
ASOKUMAR.K.A
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