മരിച്ച് കൊണ്ട് ജീവിക്കുന്നവരുടെ
ശവമടക്കായിരുന്നു
മനസാക്ഷി പണയം വച്ചവരുടെ
നീണ്ട നിരകൾ കാഴ്ച്ച കാരായി.
അവരുടെ മന്ദഹാസത്തിൽ ചൊരിഞ്ഞ
കണ്ണീരിന് മാംസ ഗന്ധമുണ്ടായിരുന്നു.

മരിച്ച് കൊണ്ട് ജീവിച്ചവരുടെ
കുഴിമാടത്തിൽ
തെളിക്കാൻ പനിനീരുമായ് വന്നവർ
കണ്ണീരിന്റെമുഖം മൂടി അണിഞ്ഞിരുന്നു
പനിനീരിനാവട്ടെ വരണ്ട ചോരയുടെ
ഗന്ധവും

മരിച്ചു കൊണ്ട് ജീവിച്ചവരുടെ
ശവമടക്കിൽ
ജീവനോടെ കുഴിച്ച് മൂടിയ നിശ്വാസങ്ങൾ
അവിടെയിവിടെയായി പാറി നടന്നിരുന്നു
അവയ്ക്ക് കേറി കിടക്കാൻ ഇടമില്ലായിരുന്നു.

മരിച്ചു കൊണ്ട് ജീവച്ചവരുടെ
ശവമടക്ക് കഴിഞ്ഞിട്ടും
അവരെല്ലാം ജീവിച്ച് കൊണ്ടിരുന്നു
ശ്വാസവും മാംസവും മാത്രമായി...
അവരുടെ ആത്മാവ്, നിശ്വാസങ്ങളെ
തേടി
അലയുന്നതും അലമുറിയിടുന്നതും
അവർ പോലും അറിഞ്ഞില്ല.
എന്നേ മരിച്ച് പോയ കുറെ പാഴ്ജന്മങ്ങൾ

നമുക്കവരെ പെണ്ണെന്ന് വിളിച്ചാലോ?

Mirror mirror on the wall

Mirror.. mirror

BROKEN TOYS

The derailed train..it's boggie blackened
Teddy with its ears torn
Dolly with an eye missing
The fancy car ,four wheels
Lost to time
The chimp who stopped dancing
The monkey with its drum  dangling
The bunny in distress
It's nose pulled out
The kettle with its handle broken
The bulldozer and bikes with damaged
Engines
The barbiB with its soiled clothes
The piano whose keys refuse the music
The bongos with its skin torn off..
All strewn around the house
In sharp contrast to
My Dolly,teddy,train and cars
Sitting neatly in their place
Of glassed showcase in the old mansion.
Not a pleat or petal out of place
Even After all these years.
I call my kids and show off
And the elder one replies.
"Look at their faces mom
Ours  with all their fractures
Are more happy than yours!"
The unused perfect toys
Ageing in their lone childhood  ..
And I suddenly feel happy
For my children.
They were free enough
To play and break their toys!!!

LAZIN

THE AVALANCHE

A
volcano hidden deep
Camouflages like a dying ember
Pushed back  again and again
 Into the cellar of hidden memories.
Only to erupt ferociously,
The hot lava sliming down
Hungry savage
Devouring all good dreams and thoughts.
It's chains ,entangling me in moulds
To be hardened till eternity.
I wake up screaming,only to be ignored by the lonely night,
No comforting hands nor soul.
The cicadas busy with their nocturnal trysts,
Ignoring my helpless whimper
A good dream,a good night and a good sleep
Have all become a distant height
I thought ,I  had trained myself to scale
But futile was my struggle,I realize
Only to be caught in the avalanche
Of memories sliding down!
Not enough to burn out the embers
Of the hidden volcano.

 Versification

The lush greens,the husky dusk,cool air
Lulls me into poetry
I settle down on my couch,
The pen poised on its paper
Like an agitated soldier
Waiting for the commands
To take its first flight
Into the field of poetry with its thoughts
To conquer those ludricious words .
She seems to lose her appetite these days
What must be worrying her?my teenage minion
Moms dates are up for routine visit to the docs
He has to get his policies renewed
Cooking gas has to be booked
The tiny one keeps losing his books
I better go meet his teachers
Oh! Dear,I forgot to soak for the batter
And the horror of tomorrow s breakfast
Will really matter
Visits and marriages, birthdays and deaths
Gifts pending, dresses to be stitched
A whiff in the air
Burnt and brunt,the forgotten weight of the  cooker,jolts me up
The realisation, the need for pressure in life
to unburn
The unseen weight that keeps me sane
The barren lines,the ink unspent
The poised soldier,the poor pen
Frozen at its start!
Me  finding solace in Coleridge
'Unwritten words are sweeter'!

......night butterfly...

The hands resting on me
Grew in weight
The soft snore grew rythmic
Against the flood of night
Filled with cicadas and glowworms.
Its my world now..
Waken with the thoughts of nothing
I free enough to dance to my thoughts
Shed my masks
One by one
The barren me shout out and dance
Naked ..
I have burst from my cocoon once more
To live my life of the night butterfly
Lemme swirl and sway
Before the first rays of the wicked sun
Casts its spell upon my beautiful wings..
Swivel it up and wither them out.
To bring back those heavy layers of
Feminity  scales unto me.

Lazin...Midnight26/5/18

Asifa

#littleredridinghood#

She had gone to the forest,
the jackals more brutal than the real ones,
her cries unheard ,
no soul to choke the hell out of the jackals,
her hood bloodstained in the abode of some blind god
The only consolation
Her ponies reached back safe.!!!!its a world for the animals!
the black bucks did have their share of justice..
its a different story
the hunter and hunted  from the same species.
what an irony?and we thought hunting was banned!
Was it lust that was satiated?,even lust cannot take such a devlish form..
Only hope ...the sedatives worked and she knew nothing!!
the cry of the shapeless stone
 that took her last breathe
reveberating in the forest
and the shaped stone of the powerful diety
used its divine power and turned itself blind!