Friday, 25 May 2018

Edge of the world..the wild sculptor


       The wild Sculptor

This desert is the sculptor, oh! Sculptors

Who moulds these skyscrapers, Oh! Sculptors

The wild beauty of his handcrafts lies in,

In mystic amazing  “Edge of the world”.

We are ready to wander   at top of these mountains

We tap into way yea!  Stepped out

Ha...ha... Laughing to climb a long steep

Jovial this company, long steep to ahead,

Life is a journey, we dare to win.

In mystic amazing “ Edge of the world”.



Who is hiding the beauty?

You the cloudy sky….or

The crazy swirling dust or the mist

We wave our hands and stares dawn to dusk.

Swing of the cool breeze makes us dance.

Oh, joy! Dance with the beautiful blossoms.

Singing birds in the valleys.

In mystic amazing “ Edge of the world”.


The gifted sculptor isn’t an illusion.

The wild beauty of his handcrafts lies in

In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.

In mystic amazing “Edge of the world”.
(My memories of a trip to the edge of the world mountains in KSA)

                                     Vinodkumarv

Tuesday, 22 May 2018

An ANGEL in hearts..


   “An angel in hearts”.

The uncovered mystery of bats,

No superpowers, it’s a fly

Sky glistened in light and

Squeaking flapping sounds.

A dozen or more than that

Over the hills in the dusk,

Spreading dark wings in the air,

By echolocation rely on food.



They move to palms,

Plantains and other plums.

Hangs on the branches,

Smiles with plums,

Frugivorous now roosting.

What they will do tomorrow?

They do pollination and

 Disperse seeds to far place

They are moving, 

they are moving.



But the present scenario changed

“Each fly, a killer agent

Each ant, a killer agent

Carries Mutant Viruses

Very simple this human life”

An existential risk in this land

Makes all scary in the village.

“I am on the way”…An angel.

Proclaims don’t be scared.

With divine hand soothed the pains.



Hey! Angels are ready,

Salute to the brave hearts

One who salvaged lives...

“Heart weeps with that  words”

 The frenzied world in darkness.

Shine as “the eternal star”

 In heaven, that embraced you.

Sister you the dear real angel in hearts.

Sister you the dear real angel in hearts.

                                   







Friday, 11 May 2018

The flare beauty..


The Flare beauty...

Respected universal dancer

I saw you in bright sun

I saw you in lightening

I saw you in eyes in red

And the flare in woods,

But today she is in distress.

She hugs each bushes and trees

She does hot kisses with wildlife

Burst all with burns fills screams

Her eyes stare in flare

Tap tap...Sparks from feet

 Emotional blaze roars in wind

Dark fumes floating with cloud

She inhale more oxygen

Woods the fuel for her,

Drunken driven dance in wilds

Crackling laughs running behind beasts

All in short, left back as carbons blocks.

Scary howls and sirens I heard.

Hey! Beauty don’t be so cruel

Barely debris left over in ash

Invertebrates, birds and giants

Nobody flee from your flames.



Dear dance without distress

 Keep alive this universe.

 Quench the flames of anger

Calmly sleep in earth’s core.

From stone ages to present

In hearths while cooking meals.

You are the beauty from years

Sure you the great power.

So spiritual sparkling smile

Heaven will shower more.

Light a love in the oil lamps.

The flare beauty keep in hands.

Friday, 4 May 2018

Village boys..


VILLAGE BOYS..

At the doorway of the village

Dawn beams, spring blooms

Rocking band of birds in foliages

The village boys wake up wake up

Wipes the gloominess on face..

From the huts cooking odor rolls up

Milking horned cattle’s in the shed.

 Oxcarts laden with vegetables moving in streets

 Bicycle bells in ringing at all times.

The little roving gangs are ready…

Let us do the cattle’s   graze in fields

Climb on the trunks of mango tree

Descend like squirrels  and waving hands

Move with the swarms in wilderness

Tasted sweet honey and few stings of pain

Ha ha laughs like crazy boys…

While going to the school

 walking through the fields

First reaches in the ground

Collected stumps from bushes  

So soon group the games  

ends with the livid fights

Colored buttons scattered down

The  Dude who is close to school

 “throw them a bone “ of the size

And move us in the class quick  

Like a Mr Cool  in childlike attribute

 Wipes the gloominess on  face ..

When teacher ask the question

Answer is “total mute”. wins the hearts

They are the village boys

Writing on the walls

Carving names on the  desk

Hiding tools in the box

Keeping always smile of friendship

Keen  to  school days

They are village boys


In Elders manner they make up

In lunkis and turbans

Gather at the coconut farms

Toddy and the beedis on their Lips

 The cheerful party begins

While the cattle’s hay that  catches fire

Screaming for the help

the lovesome boys became  petty tyrants

Some elders gave beats with cane stick

 Ayooo  ayoo ayayoo…

taking bamboo poles strings  and hooks

with little baits Catching lot of  fish

 beaded on strong midrib coco leaves

 then jumping into the pond like a spiderman

enjoying in the eves…

 villagers come in search for us

As dusk fell the lantern flared up into streets.



The witch and wizards stories haunting

As dusk fell Granny always  warn with that

 Gleaming   full moon and syntillating stars in the sky

Flared up fire flies as buds in the bushes

the village stories and  scary beliefs

Mesmerizes  comes and goes

But they are brave and brash

Boys in the day and night ,

Endures pure air, water and land

Pure love of hearts in home

Lifetime happiness for village boys.

Thursday, 3 May 2018

An Aviatrix


An aviatrix

A feather of love

Falls from sky

With thick bands of colors..

 it touches my hand

It wipes my tears

It patted my heart in pain

Float with my thoughts….

I took it to my room

Meanwhile I slept

I kept the feather  in an inkpot

Near to a diary on the table...



Is it a dream.. I don’t know

Is it my anxiety.. I don’t know

Near to my bed…

O” An aviatrix coming out from

 The inkpot with feather dance

With affection calls me…

Roams with me….somewhere

We crossed the oceans

Over vast mountains

Somewhere away from earth

Clouds floats with me

Scatters  pearls at me

 Eternal stars smiles to me

Somewhere somewhere

I am so excited in the flight
The portable magic

Fills happiness that

Opened my mind….

 In the pages of diary she
Slept as  my poetry..






Everybody coming up

E verybody coming up  with  roses red roses Oh!  vinca rosea  Lot of roses So soft heart,  so many roses Feeling the roses rise in the dawn ...