Touched

Someone touched her on her shoulder and stole her heartbeat for a moment, when she was all alone in the dark.

In a night, when silence was played on the roofs together with the dog who swayed his tail like a choirmaster’s hands.

“Manu” she fell into his arms.

“You are so cold”, he said in her ears.

He pulled her to his heart and touched her nose with his, like bulls with the horns. He made her laugh.

 “Come let’s go before someone sees us”

“The night will cover us don’t worry”

Holding his hand she said “let’s run”.

Behind them slept two homes under the watch of two glowing lights on the car porch. Now they have walked beyond the reach of lights.

“Where are you taking me?” he said with panting.

“I will show you the naked moon” she sniggered and ran.

There was no smell of humans in the air, in fact they both smelled like flowers. As they moved, the frogs climbed their legs like a tree, birds made nests on their head and soil waited for them to halt so that it can take roots from their veins.

“I can’t run i am tired” he said, also wondered how she can run so fast and feel not tired. But she didn’t hear him. Her ears were filled with music.

He doesn’t share her passion, he thought. Is there really anything that I know about her? A cold loneliness pulsated in him. For a moment he feared her. He feared her difference.

At distance he saw her fading. he began to doubt whether her light was a shadow.

The night was so thick so the light reflected back. Birds cried constantly nature didn’t allow them to sleep. He picked few stones and threw at darkness. But it remained the same.

He waited and at last he cried. “Arundhathi” he called.

He ran to find her like a leaf broken from branch and suddenly caught in the wind.

She was sitting on a rock, in front of her there was a big cliff, the moon stood near to her unclothed. She got up and walked towards the cliff and imagined her falling in and being ever lost in darkness. she is not sure if she can trust him. She is followed by darkness and she walks into darkness. She decided to jump.

Now, two hands coiled around her from behind and kissed her on her cheek.

The sum total of garbage

Our greatest mathematics professor died in a bus accident yesterday. We are all glad that he got what he deserved.

Sir what was his crime? Asked a frustrated student.

Well, he was meddling with numbers which are essentially waste. And to me..

The professor bit his tongue.

There was an old lamp burning in the pub and the cat was groaning with hunger.Hari wiped thoughts from his  forehead and felt sick .

What is wrong with mathematics? He asked

The cat turned his eyes and said. “We can’t eat numbers”

Hari picked a fishbone and threw at him. Then he said nothing.

While he drank his third peg dead man pated on his shoulder.

“professor”

“Well my child you look  very dark”

“Sir,You have poisoned me with numbers and the world no longer trusts in them. What did you do to me?”

“No it is the world lost its trust in trust. Its your blame son. why did you trust me?”

stacked papers on the table grew restless in the wind as Hari tried to mask his wrinkled face.

“What else could I have done? That was my only option.”

The air smelled brandy and the wind knocked the door.

 “Drink more and think beyond your thoughts.” Exit the old professor.

Hari walked back to home waving his bottle. whisky spilled on the road and the dust sucked the water.

On the way, He stamped on a thread and it bit him.

Alone in the room, he drank what is left and peeped through the window into street, where people flooded.

“It is a sum total of garbage” he sighed and stretched himself on the bed.

He felt better and better and he slept.

Morning he found himself in the cave of snakes, and they danced to his breaths.

Man like a frog

In the brothel, vijayan sat on the green blanket they put on the bed. As he wiped the sweat on his face he met the big clock on the wall, one and half hour to get out from here. His mind ticked fast against the backdrop of many voices of men and women shouting like frogs.

He did not have to wait longer, vijayan sighed like a boy hearing the knock on the door.

A naked woman walked into the room with her head held high, and stood in front of him like a girl in front of the tailor. She caught his eyes with hers and made him embarrassed for a moment.

“What are you waiting for?” she threw her hand at him to be hugged.

“I am not ready” his guilty soul pulled him back.

Not well pleased with the welcome, she went near as close as to his nose. And slapped him gently on his face, whispered on his ear “stop thinking”

  She then settled down on the chair restlessly, singing  an old hit in her bad voice.

“What do they call you? ” Vijayan asked still intimidated by her naked self.

“Thulasi” she said with contempt, and went on singing.

 Shame must have poked her with its long finger, she stooped to take a dirty blanket lying on the floor then wrapped it around her.

As he was unbuttoning himself he thought. He cannot really get naked

, "There are many cloths to him."

Memories of a rain

A rain showering dust 

Sleeping on the  slippery branches

Of a green tree, fever struck his thoughts,

Derailed the ants silently moved.

He fell into the lap of the rain.

“Sleep” amma pated

On his drowsy cheek ,

 she was wet.

 It was a chilly night

Lion has gone back to cage.

Drink the darkness

Until it makes you intoxicated.

In the middle of the sea

You sleep in a rocking boat.

Morning fluttered In the

jingling sounds of spoons in the kitchen .

Rain is wiped away like dust from the sky.

 How can I sleep in a noisy world?

Now, the darkness is painted

Staring at the reflection

Of a lost dream in

other’s eyes ,one asked ,

 “can you feed me love?

I have forgotten it’s taste.”

I will go to hell

   

we live with hell in our head

 Men wait  at the bottomless well of sorrows

Talking of the last sigh of love.. As she suffered

That bad cold that made her heart freeze

As hard as stones under the water.

And of  the blank eyes that thrust on the roof

When we slept last night

Somebody hanged on  that tree.

Panting chocking and silently

Screaming.. he doesn’t want to die.

I wait you at the gate of hell.

Only that much I know the way.

Should we cry with tears or without.

Who will care..? after all

much that you have ruined here
without the furnace. still you 
wanna light up our anguish.
burn it burn it
burn it down
you angry God
i don't care
see God 
if you love
your imagination cannot cook up a hell
i have had enough hell here
my bloody sins are 
the mistake of your time
you caused me suffer suffer 
i have earned my marked
and i am tired walking after a good God
who made my men dead
who killed my children
who snatched my love
who caused me to sin
who brought the hell on me

still my heart cheats me saying that
somewhere there is a good god
i l drop you the moment
i get rid of that thought
hell with this poem

somebody please stop me writing this

I fight when the war is over

I burn after the scar

After blast calmed

After the blood fell and thickened

After the smoke faded

After you wept

After

The silence churned me out

Then

I scattered

Screamed

And silent

But my silence hurts more

Because

I lived after I died.

An act on lost people

Act 1

People

Their heads rub behind the curtains

While I was waiting

For a thought to sweat out

They mummer like

a ghost’s long curls.

Trembled heart to shed

What remained

In round drops of burns

Trees which I don’t know who planted

How to push them out

People.

wreck of the night

My ailment deepens to roots,

Slackened by the uproar of distress

I sheltered a fat bubbly balloon of thoughts.

Then I busted out and shed flowers

Red, red flowers

Pain eats me with its jaws so hard

Sky with its grin shined

At loss I churned out the scum of myself,

Mind’s best pricks

Shrill aches in each throb

Hurts, everything

Your dust I trample in every thought

Your smell I sweep

This room shrinks so quickly

Breaks me

Like a black hole

I must go.