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Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Today is my sister's wedding
A full day for me to shine
In my peacock green dress
The new full skirt and blouse
With golden laces and pearls
Full of laughter and music
House being crowded with
Close relatives and guests
With three of my cousins
Was standing near a table with
A plate of rock candies and raisins
Bowl of sandalwood paste
Me, spraying the fragrant rose
Water on guests with a smile
Welcoming them to the function
Stage was ready with a para,
A traditional measuring instrument
Filled with paddy, unmilled rice
Decorated with a bouquet of
Beautiful coconut flowers
Lighted bell metal traditional
Lamp,the large nilavilakku
With its glowing light was a
Pleasant vision to the eyes
Can see you all in the front row
Can hear the laughter of girls
With the groom's arrival
Girls,with thaalam,antique
plates with a lamp, lemons
And garland of flowers
Welcoming the groom to the stage
Bride, in her maroon saree with
Golden laces,tied hair decorated
With a ball of jasmine flowers
And shining gold ornaments
Covered from head to toe
Being accompanied by two aunties
Making her sit near the groom
Gorgeous romantic pair were they
With a heart full smile of their day
Exchanged their garlands and
Were given a flower bouquet
Groom tying a knot,a chain with
Thali, which was a pendant
Showering flowers on the
Bride and groom as a blessing
One by one to the stage giving
Wishes and gifts to the couple
Wonderful snaps with my
Sister and new brother-law
Time for lunch on a plantain leaf
Steamed rice, varieties of curries,
Fried items and the special
Sweet payasam with pappadam
Bride and groom sharing their
Lunch with love and laughter
Leaving to her in-laws house
With her eyes filled and red
One by one leaving the hall
Except the dear and near ones
With an after war expression
Tired were they,my parents
But happy to get their daughter
Married to the right guy
It's time to rest and wait for
The albums and videos with anxiety
In seeing my new dress and smile !
Sorry it's too long !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Wish being a wolverine
With sharp bone claws
One who touches women
Without her sufferance
Sure to count the stars
Claws pierced not into his
Stomach but his viral eyes
Making him blind to search
His own evil parts !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
With red of blood on the
Road they lie dying
In front of our eyes
For help they cry
With the fear of facing
Consequences we
Leave them on the way

Being torn into pieces
By some *** maniacs
In front of our eyes
For help they cry
With the fear of being
Attacked ourselves we
Leave them on the way

With the fear to react
And to shield ourselves
Our selfish heart being
Locked in a prison
Let us first give freedom
For our heart to react
Opening our mouth

To save the helpless as
A team against the evils
Joining hands together
And that will be a day
Of real freedom !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Free my soul from your eyes
With full of hatred it cries
Free my heart with a space
With a full stop to chase
Free me completely from you
With a liberty to choose new !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Not just a political affair
Or a public property
Not to use for commercial purpose
An individual right, a right of privacy it is
Every single heart yearns for it
Children from parents
Youths from old ones
Women from men and
Men from women
Lovers from the society
Politicians from the law
Government from the people
Nature from these greedy evils !

A common wish of every soul
Under a star is Liberty
Carried a meaning and
Few fame of tags, Liberty
For one nation from the other
For the poor from the rich
Carrying lot of meanings
With different names of tags
Fighting for Liberty from
Rapists,Serial-killers,Hackers,
Rumor-mongers,Media maniacs
Political monsters,hijackers
Living with a fear to live !

Finally the soul too wishes
Liberty from the body
Leaving it a deadly skin
Stopping its yearn to be free !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Passing through the green woods
Like a shining blue Angel
The firefly with sparkles of light
Stopping her the wooing whistle
In between to turn behind
Crawling a yellow lined cobra
With its wicked tongue outside
Flying faster from the snake
Reaches a red of lantern light
Hitting the light,losing its fire
Becomes just a fly !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Your canvas in my eyes
Warning my eyes not to blink
Your words poke my pupil
Making my tears colourful !
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