The First Cry for Love..

         

The First cry.. 

Love clings to the mother, heart beats for that..

The Chemical of love in  her body is “Oxytocin”

It's in a chain reaction, so the love is so deep

She is in pain and jerked from sleep.

Even after each hour she stands and lay down.

Sidewise movements, a little one in her womb.

Her face and limbs are swollen but keep on smiles

Her backbone is the strongest, but she is bent and bowed.

Molting within the  jelly fluid for  280 days

Fetus in asleep when she pats the belly ripples.

 Swing of the umbilical chord tunes “the love of life”

 The fragrance of milk flows from brain…

The creator, cling to the mother to listen.

The first cry of a newborn for” The deep love “..

The cerulean lab..

           The lab…

The chief chemist opens,  doors of  the lab .

 Hey “Microcosms and macrocosms” are you there?

Inactive and active matters with high potential to bond.

 All are the matters in glass vessels, near at hand.

See  billions or trillions arranged in a proper order.

Wow! Incredulous  multidisciplinary skills and  sketches.

He kept things in abut, marine and terrain shelves.

Lab is well decked by dazzling colors and superb stars.

It had surplus of life gases, solvents ,salts and minerals.

He impedes, the out  burst of different energy resources.

Thus with proper methods forms the precious products.

Cling and cling , eternal chemical bonding in all matters.

Oh! The flora and fauna you  all are the live specimens

 Well spaced in habitat ,with labels  “dob and dod”..

Corporal  remnants with peats in underground shelves.

Link and link… give and take.. reactions carry on….

But the soul of this lab is “high-quality human”

But the soul of this lab is “high-quality human”

He filled them with chemicals of  emotions

Claims  to make bonds of love between each matter.

All rejoices in the system by “give and take ”

Life is  endless reaction here with his formulas.

“Every thing  connected to everything else”

He analysis  all, in patience up to sub atomically .

Thus  the  lab stores  all-around diversity for sustainability.

Oh!  Mysterious cosmos are excited to see  “The Chemist”

Oh! Glorify mega design of cerulean lab “The Beautiful Earth”

The charms of my land..

    

 The charms of my land….

 Be with the party of joy

 Festive processions begin from horizons

Prismatic  rays lighted  the landscape

The prince from “Venice of the east” in joy

“Wow, the charms of my land.

Kuttanaden Kayal and green fields shine

With dancing steps of Kathakali style

O The charms of my land…

Its in the vicinity of the Arabian sea.

Let us join with the crowning-

 Prince from  “Venice of the east”  in joy…

Hey, be with the party of joy

Wow, the charms of my land.

Evergreen village streets, always in  my dreams

Cocos  and Arecas  as  thatching umbrellas

Ornamented with spadix of flowers  and tender nuts

 Beat the drums, you beat the drums

 Make “Arpoo Arpoo Iroo”sounds

 Tuskers will make the triumphs

 Wow, the charms of my land.

The festive processions marching

 Showering petals from swaying trees

In the dance of rain and welcome breeze.

Prince from  “Venice of the east” in joy…

 Wow, the charms of my land.

“Thiti thara thiti thara “chasing

Speed birds in a line ,vital force of the land.

Splashing beads with oars at highs

In midstream,  boatmen  makes diamond garlands

For the Beauties staging “ thiruvathira” aside.

Near backwaters “child to old ” at one age

Cheer ups,The charms of the Boat race

Prince from “venice of the east”  in joy..

 Wow the charms of my land.

The Mountain parrots, sickle billed beaks

Harvesting surplus paddy  grains

Astonished to see,  the gifts of the prince

The prince from  “Venice of the east” in joy

Wow.. the charms of my land.

The Charms of my place..

The prince from “Venice of east “ in joy

“Wow the charms of my land.

The charms of my land never going to end

Each eyes glares each heart beats for….

It Leads the processions of gods own country

The prince of venice is a gifted champ..

"Wow.. the charms of my land.

Don't give shocks and strokes..

               Beeping beacons….

Who is the man at roadside? Let us see…

 A well-attired long beard man  at late night,

Over speeded the motor and crushed with  a tree

 Scattered glass pieces and parcels in the grove.

With crumpled deck lid and power seats,

He fell down on the street, looks up and screams

Buzzing   fireflies, screeching bats in bushes,

Black growling dogs wandering hither and thither.

Oops! The stranger, safely able to move from the spot.

 Lumps on his bald head, eyes are bloodshot.

The binge makes him crawl like a snake.

Stinky   spitting tongue felt quick panting

“Drunk as a skunk “waving zigzag hands up.

Unable to stand, coiled like a snail slithers in blood

Yelling on street, uttered vaguely with hiccups ..

The drunkard in street confronts vehicles in speed.

All thought “Road rage with troubled thoughts..

 Hell in his brain”Some took snaps, left the road.

Beacons light up cops reached, abet at time

Humanity lives may get dwell in this night.

Hey Stranger!  leave this insane path, life is so short

“Depressants and stimulants” breaks the rhythm of hearts,

Somebody waiting with a lovely smile at home.

Beeps “Don’t give shocks and strokes”..

The Granny and her friends..

 The Granny and her friends

The granny and friends always in joy.

The great mother who is first and equal in the home.

At all times watches, the team in a roll call.

The lady with fun and frolics, says stories with them.

O Singing with myna, O’ Running with chicks  

But the wagy dog is always in the kennel.

If it is freed fight with the cocks…

Home with pets shows the love to nature

In this age, she never felt alone at home.

A childhood  stage in real old age of life,

Dawn cocks wake up her with “kokarokoo” song….

 The routine begins collecting plums from the orchards.

Uses  neem twig and powdered charcoal with salt,

Brushes leftover wisdom teeth’s and wanders with chicks.

Then bathing in ponds and routine prayers at the temple

She will collect the coconut rachis with  leaves

Skillfully folded and makes thatched roofs for the pets..

Cooking and feeding the animals in ease.

The granny and friends always in joy.

The world is so connected and time is too less.

 Smelt the rat , somebody in the courtyards

See doctors engineers, businessmen in swift

 Splendid vehicles in the road, horns with  warns

 Children and grandchildren from states,

Need her to come with their wish

Compelled to sell the land of lush and friends at any cost

Genes of love that inherited, mutated by greed

Their Grievance is the presence of  these friends

The little friends afraid and hide in granny’s dress

Over enjoyed kiddish thought,”Kokarakoo” you don’t sing.

 They will never come, the departing day will never come

Distressed cock, flew up and seated on a  tree.

It had woody branches and sweet mangoes at top

In grief, she opened the kennel forever

Let the dog also free while she patted a lot

The wagy licked on her wrinkled feet,

 it also quiet in shade of the tree..

The hen and chicks inside her room

Tears in her eyes, lips began to wobble

 Shivering and wheezing sound that  heard

 Patted  the whistled chicks and get into a sleep

This home never felt like an old age home..

The mango tree is Axed, with “thwack thwack” sound

The dog started  howling and earthly honor to the caretaker

The birds  started flapping their wings

Alas! beloved  granny’s funeral, tears in their eyes

God gave the eternal rest in the treasure of lovely land

Where the granny and friends enjoyed forever.

 The granny and friends enjoyed forever…

The Sea gull..

           The Seagull…

Oh, birds! let us see the real ravenous bird.

It never hibernates but likes to migrate

With two little wings of hopes, up and up

 It takes miles of risk daily reach to the destination.

The free bird laughs and flies in adverse climate

With a clear focus, squawking gulls move up and up

Even in the snow falls, even in huge waves,

It laughs and swims ..it laughs and flies.

 The ravenous bird, never seen alone

 Towards  the final destination  miles to move,

Across the sea and above the mountains.

Delightful dusk  over dunes and its plumage

In some landscape grazing cattle beast and

 The herders at rest, Is it going tonight?

 Electrical impulses, boosting up little wings

Hates to wait at ports in this passionate trip 

Embrace lovely destination with youthful dreams.

Across the sea   and   flight  through the sky

Wow! Beautiful this horizon, ultra-luminous 

Little stars and the full moon lit up the sky

Supersonic  bombing flights smoky plight tracks

At down it saw sailing boats and warships

Oh! The armed pirate evils also in the sea

Some are drowning, grueling hours to watch.

Making alarming calls “the humanity falls”

 Flies with ferruginous hawks and angry clouds

 If wings  fatigued, it will float in the air

Maybe steeply fall to waves in the ocean

In this  giant waves and scary sharks of struggles

 Move up the white head, feathered wings

And  webbed feet paddling through tides

Be on the up and up, miles to move

Brave hearts embracing dreams . up  and up

Oh! Laughing  gull  you must win the hearts

You already dreamed, waved “love to live”.

Through up and down throughout this flight.

Melancholic souls..

                         Melancholic souls…..

 In devotion to unique sisterhood and brotherhood,

The aesthetic souls are waiting for liberation

The fact as many as on the battle field… yells,

Hooves of disasters, irksome molestations and poverty

Dying bud sets, juvenile stage in frosted ice.

Hence restless souls screaming …“Inhuman acts”.

Sustaining loopholes, hopeless sirens for medication.

Where to search universal humanity?

Hell or Heaven, world  is with melancholic souls….

Night mares shocking with scary restless souls

Hence restless souls screaming …“Inhuman acts”.

Dark continents,   dark clouds and slashing sounds

In the graveyard together with silence of …..

Gloomy flowers, death watch vultures and   nocturnal birds.

World was jailed by selfish thoughts

Oh! the ferocious   “viral pictures” too real.

 Melancholic souls in the Contingent world…

A talk with mirror..

                A talk with the mirror.

Self-groomed gentle images, inside the mirror

But they are unspoken in reflecting surface

Daily duplication smiles, cries, mocks like living

In the darkness, it is bright in peeping moonlight…

In the day, it reflects sunlight and awakes virtual images.

 Ready for the makeup, select matching costumes

 In front of the frame with romantic teenage pimples..

Today the gracious senility with wrinkles thrive

 Makeover for the shows in crossing life stages.

 Some phantom images drive to comic knighthood…

Thus narcissist trials, interesting  speculation.

 The antique plane mirror loses ground reflections.

 Standing before the faded frame; a lot of memories enshrined 

While a scattering sound, full shattered faces

 The mirror segments sharp enough to bleed.

Oh!  dazzling pieces still with eye images.

“Self-groomed reflections, do with opened eyes ….

The Mirror is Broken, “do with opened eyes”

                                   Vinodkumar v

The little butterfly will smile..

            The little butterfly will smile..

The little flowers  in my garden are today gloomy,

Petals are grungy, the breeze with acrid scent.

Birds aren’t chirruping ,I am searching you…

My colorful butterfly you fly and come soon,

Waving  your little wings bring smile on flowers.

You are very playful in sunlight and breeze..

Keep on the fragrance with your fluttering wings.

But the change in seasons brought sturdy,

Malware genes  in grasses, pets and little wings.

You are quivering in the day and night.

Some body took you in the transparent container,

In intensive care you are in a couch of white flowers.

Masking your eyes, marking your wings with color pens

Needles, threads and medications in soft body

In prognosis,  “oncogenes” stained in the paining cells..

The strong beams you face bring lethargic burns

Hey little one your scale wings will become dark..

 Tomorrow you want to play  in sunlight ..

You will smile ,in little winged frocks

You will dance on colored petals

 Faith to live… with follow ups and medication

Oh! My dear , I am sharing my pain for you.

I am longing to  see your smile tomorrow.

You will play in the garden and shade bright colors ..

I am standing in long queue with huge medical bills.

I am selling my pains, but nothing in front of your little smile.

You are in “the hands of angels” and “the messengers of god”

Only few hours more the radiotherapy will over…

You will smile “but clouds with tears tranquil over the garden”

                                                                                                Vinodkumar v

The siachen roses..

The Siachen Roses

Salute to you brother.. salute to you brother..

In the train, I saw you in general compartments.

I saw you in the armored battle green truck.

 My land’s virtue’s your patriotic deeds...

Even in disasters, your outstretched arms helped  lots

So safe I am, insecure is your life there.

 You left your family with a passion of military service

And you are in borders in minus degrees

Praiseworthy heroes at the peaks.

Born to win for my brothers and sisters...

 Dare to safeguard the cultural diversity,

 Around the clock   ready to act

At the top of the great Himalayas...

 Immobile snow at close to the clouds

The beauty of the Mountains leads to heaven.

It is a far cry from valleys to Siachen.

Bad signs, screaming vultures behind hill pigeons

Snowflakes tripping over  bottlebrush trees

Safe not you are.. as the mines in a lane.

 Shrieking sounds the Patton tanks and bullets

But in each step have you to keep forward.

Hairpin bends and steeply climbs

Sleepless night outlandish survivals

Snowstorms sobbing in the crown of earth

missing many regiments in ruthless avalanches.

Among them, you also have fallen down  in a crevasse

The  highest battlefield in  freezing wilderness

Shimmering dusk stars real witness is the  sky  

As “Shooting stars” you drifted from the crew

Some are clinging to life on chilling bergs

Frozen blood in wounds without pain

Nerves are crushed, blood vessels are constricted

 Tattered baggage and infantry’s on shoulders

Alas! You exhaled out final squeezing air.

Snowcap closed your flashing eyes

“The white glaciers”  gulp down brave hearts.

In your blood mountains cloned “the Siachen roses.”

In your blood mountains cloned “the Siachen roses”.

With them, your noble soul lights up forever.

With them, your noble soul lights up forever.

For martyred soldiers, there is  a solemn ceremony

The corpses wrapped in boxes in the tricolor flag

Paying homage another regiment marching sounds

 Patriotic waves boost up every hearts

With a wreath of roses  at “Amar Jawan Jyoti”

The toddy collector

The toddy collector

An authentic ride of a man in the village streets

His mount makes sweet sap on trees..

Dawn to dusk  in the cycle for livelihood

In his friendly Hercules cycle, there are mud pots

Fermented pungent saps that ooze out

Ahead of the handle, there is a lantern

In the crossbar, there is a hatchet

Tied aside  a humerous bone to his Dhoti

In the misty fog, through the paddy field

He is hurrying fast and  fast

 Like a charming horse in embracing race..

For him, life is a ride for far away distance

Life is an ascent, from soil base  to sky

For grabbing fragrant flowers and sweet fruits at the bower

Oh! he wants to climb on the palm trees in string

In the beautiful village, the crowning sun

Awakens the blossoms and breeze…

He is at the top of the coconut trees

In between the rachis and beautiful spadix

He mimics   woodpeckers“tuck tuck” sound

 Birds in nest sneak a look and flutter the wings

But the daring squirrels mimes with him on trees

While  poisons stings of bees, cry out for nectars

Slowly he patted and  tapped on the young  spadix

Then tied mud pots for collecting sweet sap.

Dawn to dusk in the ride and climbs

Clearing the canopies declines the sap

But he maneuvers purity of work

Thus he earns the cereals and pulses...

 The pedaling race, the challenging climbs

 Makes the sap tasty in the mud pots.

The rain in lush...

        The rain in lush …

Rejoicing the rain in this lush green.

With a smile  from the clouds 

In thundering joy the little drops,

Drips “Trickles make the mickles"

You the little drops.. you the little hopes.

In this place rushing  old memories 

Jumps  to touch the leaflets with drops

Shaking the inflorescence splatters the mud

So sweet  nectar  that’s falling  with flowers

Picks the plump berries from  our neighborhood

Dances with the breeze..rejoices in the rain.

You the little drops.. you the little hopes.

Getting wet all birds and their nests.

Farmers friends, the hidden earthworms.

Crawling out of the tunnels that full  flooded

Biting black ants in the anthills runs down

Paper boat, twigs and ants sailing in the flow

 Yet again  childhood memories in the lush green

O" moving clouds disperse the pearls on my head

By dispersion, little drops you made the rainbow.

Little drops you gave me the first gooseflesh

You quench the scorching heat and the thirst

Colorful umbrellas, heavy school bags put aside

Again  jump and dance with the little drops

You the purest drops of love in nature.

Rejoicing rain, you made me a lunatic again.

You are the little drops, you are little hopes.

I WILL GROW

I will grow…

Throw me towards the soil.

Throw me towards the sea waves

Throw me towards the hot desert.

Throw me towards the bare mountain.

Throw me towards the raindrops

I will grow ..I will grow…I will grow.
I will grow, this earth is my home.

Don’t throw dust into my eyes..
Don’t confine me in concrete floors.
Don’t dump me in noxious plastic drums.
Indeed after this dormancy..I will grow
 I am a dry seed designed by nature..
 I am a dry seed designed by nature..

Need a little water, free air and
The glow of light, I will grow..I will grow.
This earth is my hope..my home..
 A baby plant enclosed a dream of vivid growth.
In the tough coat, make free of stress.        
Robust faith in stem, roots search in deep.
Evergreen foliage come up   with time
Come up come up chirrups of little birds and blooms.
A dry seed awakes the aesthetic growth.
I will grow.. this earth is my home
I am a dry seed designed by nature..
  

The rosa ..rosa

The fastest Aircraft...

                                                                  The Fastest Aircraft.

 Life is a flight at top.

See the antique aircraft

But it is supersonic at tops.

Any time at any place,

Within fraction of seconds.

It is in very swift.

The unknown place or known place

Arises wondrous visualization

First-class ones are a lot,

Some time it yaws in clouds then,

Lands slowly to the destiny.

Certainly some are terrific

While landing make off.

Oh! this is an antique flight…

Ignites with new thoughts

Tighten the safety belt

Life is beautiful in the flight

Be a pilot with clear-cut vision .

‘The Mind” ready for another take off.

The Poetry from blue inkpot.........

The Edge of the World... Mountains