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Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
Kissing the sea makes the sky furious
Attacking me with its face turned black
Accompanying his friends thunder with lightening
Tears of rain dissolving in the sea with a hug
Stopping me to go near his beloved
Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
Stretching on his easy chair
Drowned in deep thoughts with his eyes closed
A nostalgic journey of his childhood
Dissolved in an ocean of his mother's love
Protecting him in her tears of poverty
Thunder of scream poking into his ears
Ringing of bell hit by hammer
Wide long lips spitting out criticising words
Standing in front of him his wife with a spatula
Looking at her the naive old man
Missing those moments of his mother's touch !
Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
Walls designed with children's art
Room decorated with garlands of spider webs
Entering my grandfather's kingdom of treasures
Nearing a wooden antique box abreast his cot
Jumping with a loud scream
Seeing the thorns popping out
Ever disgusting ugly cockroaches
Hanging a large lock with arts of humans
The box challenging me to open
Breaking the lock abaft an hour of hard work
Lento opens with a creak sound
Eyes piercing out with a thunderbolt
Espying a red with golden jewel box
Opening it with exhilaration
Ah! Taken aback with tears of jolt
It was my grandfather's dentures !
Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
Awakening mischievous sun from the cradle of sky
Peeping athrill with a smile of fathomless sleep
Smirking at the moon with a goodbye
Being ever hot passes an alluring wink
At the lotus to bloom
Sniggering in a puckish way poking us like thorns
Shines adorably bright the biggest star
Making our day full of healthy war
Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
Your love covering the elasticity of my age
Day by day getting younger at heart
Today you have crossed your limits my love
Mirror showing me the most beautiful ever
Oh I have become younger than my age !
Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
Cleaning vessels conversing with the black lady
Standing outside her kitchen window
Sharing her loneliness to the lady visiting her consistently
At times of breakfast else at times of lunch
Continuing her non stop flow of grievances
When the lady consoles her with two words , "crow,crow!"
Sometimes I used to talk to crows and I believe they can understand our conversation..it happens to many of us
Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
Why don't you fill in me,the pen
With ink of your unconditional love
Creating a new monument,poetry
With thousands of artistic words
Bringing loving hearts together
Spreading our story of devotional love
To the world giving it a place in history!
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