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B K SUDHA NEDUNGANOOR.
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
Monday, 27 January 2014
O blazing beauty lotus
Shining like a star
Staring up with prayers
Are you wooing sun?
Nice your arrayed petals
Have proud and graceful looks.
By unknown artist’s hands
In Mighty mould you born
For endless lakes and brooks
Made you queen of flowers.
Everywhere you hailed
The seat of goddess word.
Once on a silent frozen December dawn
Like a chill naughty breeze on hill-top
He pushed open window of my heart
And stealed into my soul and stayed.
With lovely passions he embalmed
Dreams and desires of my youth.
I swayed on higher boughs of ecstasy
And danced in trance of his charm.
When I woke up from the spell of charm
That swathed and filled in me for a while
I found him fading into thickets of hills afar
Leaving me in the bed of moody lassitude
Seeking secrets of serene virgin wilderness
And I stared unconvinced as if in a dream.
On Eastern tree-tops, morning sun peeped out
From his golden cradle rocked by gentle wind,
Listening to twitter of sparrows hunting honey.
When his thousand naughty hands pulled off
The heavy blanket of dream from my eyes
And picked up me from downy warm bed,
Lazy sleep walked out unwilling to depart.
Observing his royal ride forward through
The shining blue carpet spread in the sky,
I wondered at his growth as a haughty prince
Who shower blazing fire on earth at noon.
O fluffy cloud, we relaxed under the shade
Of your wings, while you go escort to him.
When wheels off , his princely chariot hit
At western fortress wall of horizon,
And royal blood stains vermillion the sea ,
O weary cloud, being a silent witness of all,
Did you weep a little to wet the sea shore?
When you pulled the black veil of night over
I felt at my courtyard your hot sighs on lost hues
I too ferried back to memories of my lost charmer
With a garland of past dreams and sighs!!
Sunday, 14 July 2013
WOUNDS Wounds are bleeding ceaselessly Within a pensive, passive soul Unusual shades of pains it holds Permeated all from human ways Affection holds affective aches Compassion holds dear one’s aches Frustrations have fervid pains Defamations have darting pains Vexations have simmering throes Protests have many struggling throes Attachments have growing grieves Detachments have losing grieves Departure has lone agonies Desolation has deep agonies Loss of love and league of love All are bleeding wounds of soul
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
LOVE In the garret of my heart I heard love chirping The intoxicant fragrance Of soil soaked in summer rain Makes me a maudlin of love Like the songs of a nightingale Wave in through breeze In moonlit shades of spring O Krishna, from your ambrosial flute, Incessant notes of love Ignites my humble soul.
MY ANCESTRAL HOME In a village of virtues and veracity Erect stands my ancestral home Duty and dedication join hands In that goodness' courtyard Like an ever-shining lamp, my mother Spreads moonshine of love, on us With great message of simple life, My father adds her strength and shade.