A TRIBUTE TO LATE POET KAMALA SURAIYA

"I shall go too in silence leaving

Not even a fingerprint on this

crowded earth;

Carrying away my bird-in-fight

voice and

The hundred misunderstandings

that destroyed

My alliances with you and you

and you..."

                                                             - Kamala Suraiya.

A FLOWER

Flower I am,
Blossomed today morning
With all my cousins’

A priest came,
Plucked me and placed me on the temple of,
GOD.

I couldn’t be more happy then this
I am the luckiest flower in the world.

As I shone in the tiara of deity
My cousins’ tone is jealously.

Then dusk arrived,
Then dawn arrived.

The priest came,
Lifted me up and fling me in the bin.

I lay there and slowly thaw out.

I am the luckiest flower in the world.


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I WILL POST SOON

I have been very busy but would definetly am on my blog and would post soon before i go busy again. Thank you!

A SOLDIER

I slay,
I depart this life,
I sacrifice,
I serve my faith,
My country
It is my duty.

THE INNER BEAUTY

Up in the sky,

In the dark night,

The moon,

With it’s thousand arm: all stars,

Tried to conquer my heart,

But sank into the depth of it,

As there was more beauty,

Than their charm


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SREEKUMAR NAIR
© http//:sreekumar-nair.blogspot.com

DROPS

As I am, clear

You can see through me

I form a fizz

And fly across.

I fall, break, spread,

And get rapt in the air.

I revive life,

... DROPS I am.

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THE GIRL NEXT DOOR: MY NEIGHBOUR

On a lazy Sunday morning, I sit in front of my desktop writing a story. Towards the left side I have, this small window and I saw this girl. She is very young. Perhaps 18-19 year old. She was wearing a salwar kameez and drying the clothes that she just washed. A beautiful girl she is!

I cannot make out her face, as the distance was very large between my house and hers. Still I felt she is beautiful. More than that, what I liked was her body language. I could see there was lot of confidence in it. I was enjoying the sight. My lazy Sunday morning has become all of a sudden very active. Why is that girls always makes boys active. I kept watching her. There is an open ground between my house and hers.

A bull grazing on the patchy grass blocked my view. I cursed the bull. I could not see anything. I cursed the bull hundred times. I made a sound near the window so the bull would go.

‘Mowww.... Mowww...’ – That is the sound I was making.

The bull was at a distance from my window. I was inside the house. The bull could hardly hear me. (Wonder what if it does) However, my neighbour next house heard my moaning.

‘You need anything?’ What is wrong? Why are you peeping near the window?’

So many questions in just one shot. May be confused by my actions. Like an idiot clown, I said ‘Nothing. Hee hee ‘I tried to laugh but ended making a fool of myself. By this time the bull has moved. I looked through the window. However, the girl was not there. She has moved on. Sad and glum I penned a poem on her.

‘Beautiful you are like the clothes you were trying to dry...’

As I was busy penning the poem, some one knocked at the gate. I peeped through the window.

‘Shit man, the girl- she is right there in front of my gate, knocking. I immediately got up. Washed my face, tided my hair, put my favorite perfume (ZATAK), and moved on to welcome her. I checked my clothes. A tee and shorts I was wearing. It was perfect. It is important to check your dress before you go in front of any one so early in the morning especially when you are just up from the bed. What if you are not dressed? It happens in movies with heroes when they open the door in a semi-nude state. It is tolerable in movies. Not in real life, especially with me. With out anything on my long thighs, I would look horrible.

I opened the door and went near the gate. She smiled. I also tried to smile.

‘Sir I would like to take the flowers’ she said.

There is a hibiscus plant in our compound. I permitted her to take the flowers. She started plucking them. Now I observed her closely. Man she is beautiful, like Kate Winslet of Titanic.

‘Beautiful’ I said.

She heard me. ‘What?’ she asked.

I controlled myself. ‘The flowers they are beautiful’ I said. She did not say anything.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked

‘What?’ she asked again.

‘The flower- what is it called?’ I changed my question.

‘It’s Hibiscus’ she said.

Her voice was sweet. Then she said something that baffled me.

‘Are you not Sreekumar?’

My eyes popped out of its socket. Horry shit, how does she know my name?

‘Yes’ I said

‘You are an author, aren’t you?’ she asked

Now that is funny. Nobody knows that I write. Not even my family members. Except a few friends at my club in mocha...

‘Aren’t you that famous author?’ she asked again

The word famous made it funnier. I am not a published author and have never published any of those good for nothing stuff. I thought my foot was going an inch up in air because of all those praise.

‘How do you know I write?’ I asked her

‘I follow your personal blog. I liked your poem ‘Dusk and Dawn’ she said

Oh good, I thought. At least I have a fan. That too in a girl. Moreover, this girl at the opposite door, my neighbor made it more soothing. She finished collecting her flowers. She looked at me. I looked at her. She smiled. I was totally swept. I remember I use to stalk her and her house since the days I have seen her. A very bad habit, I know. But could not help myself. The next question of the girl completely shocked me. She asked with the flowers in her hand, ‘Can I come in?’ This was something I did not imagine. You like the girl; you trail her, all that is okay. However, if a girl opens up straight, a person never likes it. She saw my hesitation.

‘It’s ok. I just want to see your writings.’ she said I did not like it, but thought she would mind if I say no. Therefore, I allowed her.

We came in. Only we two. There was no one else at home. My desktop is in my bedroom. So we went in. She kept the hibiscus flowers on the desktop table. I opened my folder and showed her everything. Poems, short stories, essays, articles and the latest book that I am working on. She liked it gave me useful comments. I have never showed up so many things of mine to anyone like this. While showing my works and discussing it, my hand touched her hand. They were smooth. I wondered anything more would happen like in all those movies. I think our bollywood heroes are luckier. She was surfing on more of my works. I went a bit close to her. I observed her face. Very fresh, very fair- like milk, like an actress.

Her eyes were beautiful like SONAM KAPOORS. Her aquiline nose was like PRIYANKA CHOPRA. Her lips like DEEPIKA PADUKONE. She is sexy and sultry like BIBASAH BASU. A beautiful charming angel is sitting next by to me. I am the luckiest guy in the world. I could not take it any more. I closed my eyes for about five seconds. I opened my eyes and observed her again. The charm and every thing have vanished. The girls face was looking more serious. Her fair complexion has changed red in colour. I could not understand what was happening. I looked into the monitor to figure out what was she reading. It was a story on ghost that I had written some time ago. I tried to hide my laugh. She is getting scared reading it. My writings definitely have an impact.

‘Do you like ghost stories?’ I asked

‘Do you like?’ she short back looking into the monitor.

‘Yes’ I said

She turned her face towards me. ‘You like?’ she asked

I bent my head twice saying yes.

‘How about seeing a real ghost?’ she asked

‘I like that too’ I said, though I was sure I would pee, the moment that happens.

The girl bent her head and lifted it up. Then she got up from the chair and said; ‘I am a ghost.’

I caught my stomach and started laughing. But there she was, her face and expression changed. Sonam kapoors beautiful eyes disappeared. It turned coal red. There was no aquiline nose of Priyanka chopra. Only a hole. No lips of Deepika padukone, only sharp biting teeth’s. No sexy body like Bipasha Basu- but skeleton of bones. Her soft hand that I had touched was not there. She laughed horribly and it echoed in my bedroom. The girl next door: my neighbor is a ghost. All of a sudden, she just disappeared.

‘Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..................’ I yelled and fell of from my chair.

I woke up. I was lying on my cot. It was a lazy Sunday morning. I looked at my desktop. The monitor was off.

‘Thank god, it was only a damn dream.’ I said to myself

I sat on my chair and peeped through the window. I looked at the house of the girl next door. There was no one there. My next neighbour observed me and asked ‘What are you looking at?’

‘Nothing’ I said and smiled. I was relived a lot. I switched on my desktop. I thought of the dream and my foolishness in getting unnecessarily so scared. After all ‘Illusion is the creation of mind and fact is the invention of wisdom.’

Then I saw something on the desktop table.

There was a bunch of hibiscus flowers.

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“DO NOT GO BY THE STORY. IT IS A TRUE EXPIERENCE. WHAT? I AM ONLY TELLING THE GIRL NEXT DOOR: MY NEIGHBOUR IS NOT A FANTASY. SHE IS REAL AND I OBSERVE HER EVERYDAY.

CONFESSION OF A PORN STAR

I dun no- I like it I do not like it.

I do it. I do not want to do it.

I am in this; I am into this, dun no how.

The choice was purely mine.

Choice to come off it is again mine,

But not able to make a one,

I am an entertainer and I entertain.

Do I loose my soul? No, I don’t,

We are professionals. It is a profession. No guilt,

Then but I dun no.

I do it. I am doing it.

There are times, I dun like my co-pair

No choice, I concentrate on his nails, fingers

I am paid, No not as of from him. From the people,

Who sells my visuals – I am no prostitute

I am an entertainer

I like it.

I dun no!

YELLOWWW

Yellow yellow, dirty fellow

Dirty fellow, yellow yellow

Mish it is- the yellow colour

And this colour I like

Yellow yellow -But I am not a dirty fellow.

THE TREES: ENVIRONMENT

Lush greenery, we are in abode.

Life in a paradise, Breath in paradise

Then the intelligent species grew up,

Chopping creation of Mother Nature,

Greenery in heaven disappeared the valley appeared

No tone to breath, no space to go

Chopping and callous the heritage falls

It continues. No one follows

Time; Mother Nature would spring back.

Back off, back off and save the species, save the valley.

MANGOES

Yellow it is, green it is,

Array of shapes, array of names

Juicy it is, sweet it is, and tasty it is.

I am a mango. Not a tango

Bingo- people like mangoes,

Lingo- they like mangoes,

King of fruits I am

I am a mango.

THE WIND

The wind blew swiftly,

My sorrows flew away along.

Bringing in bliss into my hardened life.

Oh! Winds do not come occasionally,

Come in day after day, blew the sorrow alike.

Bring in happiness that is carried with you,

Through the terra firma that you traveled all the way.

A ROMANTIC EVENING

I saw this girl, in the bus stop waiting for a bus. I was standing at the other end of the road opposite to the bus stop.

I observed the girl.

She was wearing a salwar-kameez, pink colour with ribbon like decorations at the edge of her salwar. Her eyes were small with thin and long eyebrows. She had a elongated nose. Her lips were a bit thin and she had put lipstick. I could not figure out which colour. She wore a decorated sandal with all those silver colour attachments to it. In short- she was pretty.

It had just rained and the fragrance of the rainy aroma was filling the atmosphere. Behind the bus stop there is a building and top of it I could see the outline of a beautiful rainbow. Nearby, there was a bouquet shop with various colors of flower. I could observe the red colour roses where striking a lot with drops of rainy water dipping on it from the roof top.

The whole ambiance made it very romantic and everything just at place.

I have met the most beautiful girls in my life but after seeing her it was altogether a different..., I do not know what to say. May be I like her. May be I am in love. I wished that the bus would never come. I stood there looking at her.

Every now and then, she kept looking at her wristwatch. She is in hurry, I guess. However, I never wanted her bus to come.

I observed her long dark hair. She has combed it and pinned towards her side. I thought if she had not tied it up then it might keep falling from above her head to her eyes and she would have pushed it back turning her head or by her hand- like most of the girls. However, in her case she would have looked prettier.

I thought of crossing the road and talking to her. But she would not entertain a stranger. She was not at all a stranger for me. It was as if I have known her from ages. What if I try to talk? Just talk. There is no harm in it. I decided to go ahead. I lifted my leg to step on the road and cross it, but a bus came by. The girl stood up. I did not know there was a smile on my face, which I observed when it suddenly dropped on the arrival of the bus.

I could not see her now as the bus was standing. May be she has climbed the bus. I tried to look into it. I did not find her. The bus left. My body shivered. Nevertheless, there she was still sitting. I guess that was not her bus. I thought of resuming my talk. By now, she was looking at me. I looked at her. She smiled. Mt heart melted. Oh god! Thank you. Now that has made thing easy. I could talk to her now. I lifted my leg to put it on the road and cross over.

Another bus came. Then the bus left. The bus stop was empty. She has left in that bus.

I stood there watching the rainbow and the bouquet of flowers.

BY SREEKUMAR NAIR

IPL

The IPL heat is on and people are busy watching it.

Mumbai Indians are playing it, Sachin is leading it,

The daredevils are up on top have finalized their semi spot.

Punjab is fighting it out, Shane Warne is finally out.

The super Kings are game, because Dhoni is not tame.

Royal Bangalore is finally up because King Fisher is taking off.

The Deccan is charging and the Gilli is dancing.

Knight riders are home, so is Sharukh Khan.

This IPL has wooed the men and is wooing all

As the cheer leaders stand flashing and flashing

The cup would be flashed and flashed who lifts it up.

LOVE

LOVE


Love is a feeling that never ends

Love is real that never defects

Love is life Love is everything

Love is eternal Love is beautiful

It is painful and it brings happiness.

Love, is a feeling that never dies.

KNOW IT IS LOVE

If her smile makes you happy, know it is love

If her song makes you happy, know it is love

If her dance makes you happy, know it is love

If her dream makes you happy, know it is love

If her choice makes you happy, know it is love

If her pain hurts your heart, know it is love

If her cry makes you cry, know it is love

If she is happy and that makes you happy, know it is love

TIME

This time would pass, when I am writing this.

That time would go, when you read it.

Good time would pass, bad time will also pass

Leaving behind only the memories to cherish about

Time would not stay, for you or for me.

It would pass, as it has to pass.

The best use of time and it would reward you

Love, success, fame, and money would follow; ALWAYS

COLOURS

COLOURS

Blue is the sky, evergreen is the ambiance

Colours are there for everyone, everywhere.

Rainbow has seven colors, flowers have many colours.

So does the animals, so are the insects.

Beautiful butterflies with wonderful colors

Colours are prominent, they are predominant.

I like green color she likes yellow colour.

Every one like color, every one has colour.

Same colour, same color.

However, people have different colour.

RAIN

Dark clouds appear in the sky,

It is going to rain and I am going to fly.

Rain makes me smile, because it will not make me dry.

Drops keep falling from high up in the sky,

It fills up the stream, it fills up the river.

It fills up our lives, it fills up our dream.

The rainbow appears, spreading colors around.

Rain is going to come back once again for sure.

flowers

FLOWERS


Flowers; Beautiful flowers, Blossomed flowers

Flowers; Colorful flowers, Blooming flowers

Flowers; Fragrance flowers, dancing flowers

Flowers; Bright flowers, decorated flowers

Flowers; Flying flowers, smiling flowers

Flowers; Pleasant flowers, sweet flowers

LIFE

LIFE

‘I wonder what is life; feel like a sharp knife ....

Giving pain in the entire lane that we take.

In the winning stream, you were close, yet you loose...

Breaking the path, breaking the heart.

It is life, like a knife. But you continue playing your role and be on a winning roll.