Lunatic out

      A lunatic out..

I drank an old vine and

Kick in as clinging vine

That climbs on all trees.

Mood swinging of a lunatic out..

Grasshoppers jump with me

Bees that dance with me

 Buzzing in my ears

Hibernated rodents start claps.

The chilly wind tosses leaves

Whispers in my sleeveless coat

But the free will to climb warms-up.

The street light dims and glows

But I saw the nude tree

With broken barks looks

Like a white bottle brush.

 Keeps my chest on wood

Entwined hands-on branch

Like a snake in the loop

 Climbing up and up

Trustworthy tree

That makes me warm.

The full moonlight

Strewn snowflakes at me

Slipping my hands and legs

I fell on a mat of leaves

With a broken branch

I heard laughing song

O! lovely Nightingale..

I beat on the bottle

In unknown rhythm

And slept on the ground

So chilling thrilling winter.

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You fills the love.

 The sky fades

 In the dark cloud.

 I saw your eyes 

 In lighting your

Dimples shine

In rainbow your

Vivid garments stretch

In gentle breeze

Your hands hug.

In lovely rains

You fill the ocean

Of love in my heart

The Crystal Salt

  The crystal salt
Oh dear I am watching
Your endless tears, that
 Made oceanic waves
That gave me misty clouds
At last you..In a dawn
Covered the seashore
As the crystal salt layer
While I march
Giggles on my foot

With sickly smile

The sharp edges
of the crystal salts
Paining to me...
My knees down
pains never dry up.
you the lady with cool smiling waves
and paining sharp
the crystal salt...

The Man with Wings.

 

The Man with Wings.

The Man on a ground

Watches hawks in the sky

Up and down moves his hand

Hop and hop lift the toes

Triple jump stretching wide

Wing muscles that soft and stiff.

Raise the head to be proud

With the eyes focus highs

Like a bird, the Man begins fly

Woo! Float with clouds..

Ha...ha. Whistling out loud

See the rivers, see the mountain

See the home ground from highs

Full of green and earthly life

While you fly spot the hawks

 With claws comes very close.

It can glide...it can hurt but

Keep the space up and down

Never think you will slip

 You can fly you can fly

Eminence bids “You the man

With wings...With wings”

Neelakurinji Blooms

 Neelakurinji blooms...

On the rocky mountain

 Misty clouds floating amid

the herds of grazing Nilgiri Tahr.

In thunder and lightning

Dancing peacocks welcome

Woo! The serene beauty

Enchanting ascend of  blooms

Holding the rainbow butterflies

From valleys to the sky “the blue’”

“Neelakurinji” mounts

She is wet in raindrops

Towards the Munnar peaks

After 12 years wait

She meets her lord richly.

In lush and lust it leans

 On the sternum of peaks

She brought the season

Of charming love..

Dawn to dusk dappled

The lovebirds are singing.

Around the elegant blooms

Buzzing honeybee’s lips

Inside the petals 

She gifts sachet of

Yellow pollen gems.

 The pistil pot on her hip

With sweet nectar and scent

Flows like a stream to down

Patting hairy leaves sways

In the chilling wind.

You were in the climax.

The world Praises, You!

Before breaking depart “Masting”

Making the fondness

Neelakurinji  the beauty

Momentous  in Mountain.

After 12 years wait..

A Young Sailor

    A Young Sailor..

 I saw a young sailor

 In the sea of music

His oars look like violin

Move with rhythmic waves

He is reaching towards the

Hall of music...

Oh! The bad fate, speedy

Killer sharks fleets

Wrecked the ship of life

Crushed strings and dreams

He reaches to heaven

In divine music.

Fictions..

       Fictions...

Humans love fictions

Fictions in literary dictions

Fictions excellent fictions or

Fictions unworthy fictions, mind

Causes high tensions,

Fictions further make fractions,.

Subdivisions and addictions

Fractions in the land,

Delusions and deadly frictions

O! Fictions made that friction 

For landing in abstract heaven

Forgets the fellow human

Forgets vital facts of this earth

Fictions need new editions.

Little Fish On A Hook

  Little fish on a hook

The little fish in a shoal

Moving with its friends

It’s a gait for the stomach

Saw bait in the river       

Gulped down in water

Alas! Trapped on the hook

As a streamlined silver locket

It pulls and pushes

Shine in the silver string

Tosses to and fro to save its life,

But the hook pierced deep in muscles.

Gill flowers open

 Breathless in the breeze

Eyes brim with tears

The moments of swing

 between life and death

O! Sharp pointed hooks

Caught in buccal bleeds

Tail fins jerks in the air

Scales shines in sunrays

With blood, sweat and tears

The swing of life and death

The rising guts for life

Suddenly broken the chin

It tilts and twirls, jerks and jolts

Yes like a silver coin

Hit and rolls on the bank

Plunges down into life flows,

Brutal hours of struggles

Seldom dare to live

“Never rise to the bait”

Moves to its school

The little fish learned.

The stellar kites.

The stellar kites in game

Dazzling floating spheres

The stellar kites in space

Rotate, revolve and shine.

On a thread unable to seen

O! Owe to unknown hands

But it moves in rhythm

A kite that blue in smiles

With rock, gas, and water rotate

One will hide or view

Frolic the sun and moon

a supreme game with no collisions.

The Crushed Heart

The Crushed Heart

The crushed papers you’ve thrown

Memorize the crushed heart

In your fist its crushed paper

But for me “the crushed heart”

Like a drought affected field.

I stand behind bypaths

“In silence..In silence”

Made crevices in mind

Uprooted the lovely shades

You moved like a swift

With flying paper kites

You are so high

Dancing and dazzling in sky

Made Crackling smiles

That I heard

In the gust of life

Now so far we are

Today when I unfolded the,

Crushed papers lying down

Frown up “in the silence”.

But I opened it

It’s my feelings

It’s my writings...

It’s never a mistake

Only "a word of love" in that

Heave a sigh of relief

Now the crushed love

Rejuvenated as golden scripts

Only in my poetry notes, as

                                                              Valentine thought.

The Crushed Heart
The crushed papers you’ve thrown
 Memorize the crushed heart
In your fist its crushed paper
Like a drought affected field. 
I stand behind bypaths
In silence. In silence
Made crevices in mind
You moved like a swift
With flying paper kites
Now far long we are
Today when I unfolded the,
Crushed papers lying down
It’s my feelings
Heave a sigh of relief
It’s my writings...
It’s never a mistake
Only "a word of love" in that
Now the crushed love
Rejuvenated as golden scripts.
In my poetry notes.

The Rocks

    The Rocks

 The Rock cycle rock on

The Rock carvings in caves

The Rock made life’s spark

The Rock made these walls

The Rocks rout the race

The rock extracts in wars

The Rocks sharp to bleed

The Rock replaces the heart.

The Rock form this earth

The Rock is hiding  all

The Rock planets rocks

The Rock cycle rocks