dona-mayoora
Dona Mayoora is an Indian poet writing in Malayalam and English. Dona Mayoora's first poem was published in 1998, while she was in college. After a deep slumber she became actively writing online since 2004 and started a Malayalam blog for herself in 2007. Her first Poetry collection Ice Cubukal came out in 2012. Her poems are also included in the following anthologies: Kerala Kavitha, Naalamidam, Ka Va Rekha, Puthupranaya kavithakal etc… / / Dona Mayoora's poems have been published in magazines like Pachakuthira, Bhashaposhini, Madhyamam, Samakalika Malayalam, Chandrika etc... / / Indian Express about Dona Mayoora / http://www.newindianexpress.com/cities/kochi/article161133.ece / / Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dmayoora
Sitting in a wintry land
and writing this to you.
I did hesitated after win,
but there aren’t no winning,
you recognizes that
far better than me.
I pause after the word win,
each time
when I write about winter,
or anything
that start with the word, win!
I take a deep breath
and then try to finish it
with the rest of the letters.
After all
trying is everything,
so says lots of them.
It's true for me too
especially when adding a try
to win you and to survive
in this wintry weather!
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
I become
a sparrow
And hang upside down
On an imaginary branch
Pecking up on your words.
I become
A spider
weaving dreams
across the horizon,
Right then and there
you starts to tease me with
the words,
flies and butterflies.
When you talk,
The warmth of
Your words on me
make me fog
like a cold piece of glass,
now you can write on me!
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Two were suffocated
One stabbed
Four drowned
Three broken neck.
A massive shock for her,
articulated.
10 were over
None are forgotten,
7 irrelevant
but 3 where all 3.
She was asked to
portray all these
in a pie chart.
While he was eating
a blueberry pie.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Poetry is a poets work
in clandestine chemistry
no ethics exist there
other than poethics!
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
I see two people
so in love with each other
schmoozing numinous dialect,
only a purest of heart can fathom.
I see a kiss I hear it too,
I see eyes pinnacles
lips singing
and heart sinking in love.
Now, do not tell me
I’m seeing
a teaching of Venn diagram
on the display board,
and my explanation for
A intersection B is ludicrous!
Please do not tell me
I’m wrong.
It must be poetry
I'm seeing,
and I'm in love with it
more than anything else.
/*Orginal poem published in Mayalayam, translated by poet. */
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
You, the secret code
of a ship wreckage
inscribed with my name.
On a chariot of wind
Wearing a T-shirt saying
‘Sorry, I have vexed you’,
I’m sending you
a floweret form the sea,
Whose petals in-sync
with the waves in the seas.
When the chariot returns
Please do send back with it,
An acceptance footnote
for my apologies to you.
Like a bulb illuminating
on the speech bubble
of a cartoon character
I will find the map
en route to the land form it.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC