Poetry dug-out😋

Hello everyone…after a marathon work schedule of experiments and analysis…plus an official road trip from Mumbai back to my living place Goa…I am trying to settle down. Staying away for 3 months left my room to be reigned by fungus donated by the monsoon 😌 after 14hours of rigor mortis journey…i was welcomed by my horrific room…nothing was left untouched by the fungus….not even perfume bottles or candles…somehow I managed to change the bed spread and could place myself for sleep….every inch of body was tired…today morning I was welcomed by the birds in the backyard…😊 somehow I managed till lunch with a black coffee…i kept staring at my room…kitchen…wardrobe etc…where will I start mission to get back my reign…if I do it myself I will be bedridden by allergy and my permanent ailment inhabitant “Sinusitis”. I didn’t want to fell ill today since its the birthday of my state “Kerala – Kerala Piravi”😊 I was lucky enough to get the help from one good hearted cleaner of my colony…I have a hope now…hope to get back my room…feeling to have my own nest back…🍀 They have cleaned it to a great extend…slowly I can unpack…😊 while cleaning I came across my old poetry book… Since I will be busy I won’t have a peace of mind to try any fictions…so thought of sharing a poem written in my native language…😊 sorry that I haven’t tried to translate it…it was written in 2009.

ഹൃദയത്തിന്റെ ശക്തിയേറിയ ഇടിപ്പുകൾ
ഒരുപക്ഷെ ഞാൻ കേൾക്കാതിരുന്നെങ്കിൽ
എന്ന് ഞാൻ ഇപ്പോൾ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നു
ആഗ്രഹങ്ങൾ കെട്ടടങ്ങാത്ത മനസുമായി

ഈ ലോകത്തിൽ ഭാഷകൾ പലതാകുന്നു
അത് ഹൃദയത്തെ പറഞ്ഞു മനസിലാക്കവേ
പൊയ് മുഖങ്ങളേറുന്നു ഭാഷകളുമേറുന്നു
അവയുടെ ഒഴുക്കിലേക്കു വീഴുന്നു നമ്മളും

സ്ഥിരത തേടുന്നു പൊയ്‌വാക്കുകളും ഉറയ്ക്കുന്നു
പ്രത്യാശയേറിയ വദനങ്ങളിലേക്കു അവ
ചൊരിയവേ അറയ്ക്കുന്നിലെന് അധരവും
പിടക്കുന്നിലെന് കണ്ണുകളും

കാലാന്തരത്തിൽ എവിടെയോ നഷ്ടം വന്നുവെന്നു
മനതാരിൽ പവിത്രതയ്ക്കു
ഒടുവിൽ ഒരുനാൾ ഞാൻ തിരിച്ചറിഞ്ഞു
എൻ പൊയ്പോയ നഷ്ട നൈര്മല്യങ്ങളെ

തിരിച്ചറിവിന്റെ പാതയിൽ ഞാൻ ഏകനായി
തിരിഞ്ഞു നടക്കവേ നീറുന്നുവെന് മനം
പോയ്വക്കുകളും പൊയ്മുഖങ്ങളും ബാക്കിവച്ച
ഹൃദയത്തിലെ ഉണങ്ങാത്ത മുറിവുകളാൽ



About elaine ecosmith

Dreaming to be a marine conservation biologist. Hold passion for books and to write on random sparks which could result in essay, poetry or fiction. Love movies and music. I believe in finding peace with oneself and always have gratitude for all what you have got 😊☺️

23 responses to “Poetry dug-out😋

  1. It sounds awful. I have also just returned from our very damp cottage. Try as we may we cannot get rid of the damp which causes mould when we are away. Deep cleaning is required there too, it usually takes me a few days when we arrive back. I hope that your health doesn’t suffer from it.

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  2. ithentha.. do you want me to turn my latop..?

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  3. Pinne ningade photo athu clear aanu.. ushaar aayinu.. but ocha photo kittiyilla alle.. ** ningale chiride** 😀

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  4. Jim

    I couldn’t resist commenting. Well written!


  5. Where did you get those letters?


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