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Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Suppressing her grief like a sunset
Content in her small felicity like a moon at night
Expecting a day to come like a sunrise
Smiling outside like a shining star
Hiding her tears in a rainfall
In the steps of life sitting like an empty bowl
Pricking of thorns on a breathing soul
A poor wife of a drunkard in poverty
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Moving with us the moon
Believed all the way we go
Never did we knew
The clouds moving with us
Giving us a thesis
It was the moon with us
Hiding the realism of nature

Following us the past
Believed all the way we go
Never did we knew
The thoughts following us
Giving us a thesis
It was the past with us
Hiding the transparency of the present
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Reaching my village station
Early morning
Waiting for the darkness
Shifting to light
As it was raining with
Heavy storm
Had a thought of having
A sip of hot coffee
Lean and stingy was she
Sitting in a corner
With a shiver of cold
And poverty
Not cared by anyone
But was shooing her
Like a ***** fly
Took a blanket from
My luggage
Covering her shiver
And pain of poverty
In front of the tea shop
Not a penny with her
Adding one more in
My plan of sipping coffee
Lessening her inner
Shiver of stability !
One of my experience!
Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
Each strands of my hair
Awaiting your hands caressing
With black colour of expectation
One by one growing old
With grey colour of disappointment
Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
Being in love is alike falling in a water well
Having the knowledge to swim
Without any idea to escape
Unruffled at the time of drowning
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Having a feast on a banana leaf
Resting on a wooden swing
Waiting for her to sit beside him
Comes she with a plate of
Betel leaves, Areca nut and slaked lime paste
Taking two betel leaves in her hand
Combining the other two
Four eyes meeting with love
Taking the betel from her hand
Chewing with a passionate smile
Showing ****** expressions
Conveying her to sit on the swing
Lying on his shoulder of love
Wish him being her husband
In every life of her rebirth !
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Wish to have wings to fly so high
To Compete with the birds
And touch the sky

Wish to have a voice so sweet to sing
To Compete with the cuckoo
And praise the spring

Wish to have lips so cute to smile
To Compete with the flowers
And blush for a while

Wish to have the beauty be alluring
To Compete with the peacock
And bring down the drizzling

Wish to have the energy so high to twirl
To Compete with the green leaves
And caress the gentle squall

Wish to have a heart so sheer
To Compete with the toddlers
And love the Almighty so pure !
Prathipa Nair Jun 2017
If I can fix a zip for my heart
Can open it for you to show
Whenever I miss you
How it cries inside with pain
Which my eyes and words
Fail to express the way I feel
Have you ever felt like this guys?
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Respect not lust where
There is no respect for love
Nothing is in beauty but
Everything in character
Never compromise but
Always be in a harmony
Respect not colour where
There's no respect for heart
Never be for anything
Just be a good human !
Prathipa Nair May 2021
Legs sketched art on the wet shore
Seeing this the furious wave
Came too swiftly and cleared
All the taint by a bracing cuddle
Love is never about two bodies,
But being a pillar to each other.
Love is not always about two bodies but two souls:)
Prathipa Nair May 2016
Realise your own self
Analyse your own self
Intuit your own self
Narrate to your own self
Back up your own self
Optimise your own self
Wage to your own self

Always be a RAINBOW !
First Find yourself and Be Yourself !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Being calm
Eminently
Apologetic
Unalloyed
Till the last
Y**ell ends
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Peacock dances in its pride of beauty
Still unhappy about its limitation to fly high
Cuckoo sings in its pride of voice
Still unhappy about not being a beauty
The Crow, with no Beauty and Pride
Helping the earth in Vegetation by dispersing seeds
With no knowledge of its good deed
Happy and content with its birth!
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
In this morning of May
He, looking at me in a way
To let out the secret of my beauty
Glowing like a star day by day
Making a bed of blush to play
Holding him closer with a sway
You remain my secret for my
My beauty even in grey !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
On a pleasant breezy evening
Tom,sitting alone on a bench
With his ears so sharp
Louder cry of lads competing with
Each other in spinning tops
Some of them are busy in
Shooting marbles out of the ring
Barking of small puppies
Playing with its master
Babies crying of fear and hunger
In their mother's hands
With a loud laughter and happiness
Every single puppet enjoying the evening
When tom, the visually impaired
Cherishing the beauty in his heart!
Prathipa Nair Sep 2016
With a mud *** on her waist
Walks the beauty in his thoughts
Grazing cattle in a meadow
Playing his flute of love
Awaiting to see the coyness in her eyes
Hearing the music of her anklets
Blooms a mystic smile on his lips
Swapping hearts of devotion
Sitting under a banyan tree
Languidly lying on his shoulder
Relishing his romanticising music of love
Forgetting the world encircling them
Lost in a heaven of divinity
When the Peacock spreading
Its colourful wings of portiere !
Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
A Woman's beauty lies in a man's love
A Man's beauty lies in a woman's care
When both become two bodies with one soul
An aura of divine relation shines
Making it a pleasant vision of life!
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Happy moment for me is
Like lying in my mother's lap
When she slowly runs her hand through my hair
Like telling me , Be calm, everything is fine now !
Sad moment for me is
Like lying in a lonely place
Where I can see only God and nothing else
Like telling me , Be calm, I am the one who made you sad and I am the one who can make you happy !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Because of you
Grey turns black
Dying flower blooms
Thinly pale rose blushes
Muddy clay turns a statue
Heart beats for love songs
Because of you
Skinny senile dame turns vernal
Your hands holding mine
With the same first love for me !
Prathipa Nair Nov 2016
Pain in my heart too deep
Swallowing agony so steep
Eyes getting ready to weep
But nay will i be a sheep
For the lion to make me shriek
Prathipa Nair Dec 2016
Tears does not mean eyes are crying
It's aloof being part of a heart's lamentation
Tears does not mean eyes are crying
It's aloof being part of a heart's jubilation
Tears does not mean eyes are crying
It's aloof being part of heart's good and bad
Hence be tears in someone's life
Not just being a part of his joy but a part of his sorrow
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
If I cut my extra nails and keep them clean
There's no need of any nail polish to cover it !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Don't rush to my seat of being a Boss
Climbed here facing consequences,
Poverty, failures and obstacles
Try to do something different
And be someone unique
Leaving behind of becoming someone who exists
Be your own Boss to meet your goal
Prathipa Nair May 2020
Love...  
It’s birth.....
   Can’t be predicted by any                     Gynaecologist
No one knows when it comes and grows inside you☺️
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Compatible of two clays mixing in a bowl
Starts His work of sculpture
Until He reaches its perfection
Carving His new creation
Giving it a life through His work
Contributing a new change every year
Calling it a Birthday
Never a step back from His goal
By creating new changes
In His art of sculpture
Not just changes of celebrations
Stepping in of good deeds
Turns you more beautiful
Gifting you wonderful birthdays
Making you feel the best creation of His work
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 May 2016
Sitting in his Veranda
Entertaining his solitude
Dreaming his love life
Watches the couple
The two black crows
Sitting in the electric wire
Sharing their love so tight
Slowly closing his eyes
With a long deep muse !
Prathipa Nair Aug 2016
Being surrounded
By vast relations
Of white clouds,
Shining moon
Uncountable stars and
A smiling bright sun
Still the sky remains blue
Is she missing and
Waiting for someone?
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Seeing him blush for the first time
When asked about his love for me
Smiling like an innocent child
With a cute mischievous visage
Never did he show his love for me
But his eyes revealed his truth to me
Was adoring me from far away
With a fear of losing friendly relish
Caught him red-handed today
With a portrayal of mine in his wallet
Confessing his love for me
Was blushing like a blue rock thrush
Singing a loud beautiful melody
Like a call for me to come near !
Prathipa Nair Apr 2017
Never throw that bounce back
It doubles your pain
Prathipa Nair Sep 2016
Morning sun kissing on my forehead
Struggling to open my slugged eyes
Crows informing the arrival of guests
Says grandmother to mother
Keep ready one excess glass of rice
Flavour of steamed rice flour with layers of coconut
And chickpea curry with potatoes
Garnished with fresh curry leaves
Entering the gateway of my nose
Motivating me to jump from my bed
Ending the battle with my toothbrush
Came running forthright to the dining table
Lento my hands reaching the plate served hot
Unanticipatedly that terror voice from aft
Stop it ! Go take your bath !
It was my grandmother glowing fresh
With sandalwood paste on her forehead
Like Goddess Kali standing in front of me with a knife !
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Never did he give me a love letter
Never did he tell me I love you
Conveyed just one thing
He can't breathe without me !
Prathipa Nair Sep 2016
Mirror of my heart broke into pieces
Ever knowing my body carry the wounds
That can by no means healed
By a new mirror
Because broken pieces when joined
Cover the scars made by the wound
Howbeit a new mirror reflects of the broken marks
Reminding us a broken piece!
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Warm tears rolled down her cheeks
Like glass pearls splitting from its string
Embracing his harrowing heart
Shrouded his ailing to fly
With her blanket of gracious wings
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Standing like a fried potato
Turning black spitting out smoke
By the red flaming words of fire
No spatula to take me out
From the evil pan of teacher
Taken by the chief of hands
Thrown out into the garbage
Making me a burnt potato
Way to the washroom of sink
Back to her class of stove
With a clean nefarious smile
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Hurtling to make money
Brawling for the seats
Competing for the fame
Shrieking out loud for religious violence
Selfish and greedy humans
Killing brotherhood using
Vengeance and acrimony
Sharper than the weapons
Earth floating like a paper boat
In the pool of human blood
What do they take with them
To the graveyard ?
Bonehead people not knowing
Nothing but a dead body are they
Leaving alone with no money,
No fame, no seats, no religion
Not even their own body !
Prathipa Nair Aug 2016
Black butterfly flirting
With an elegant red rose
White rose turning pale
With a fire of jealousy
Green leaves giggling
With a blush of shy
Yellow butterfly comes fluttering
With the right to kiss
His Beloved, the red rose
Awaiting with her eyes closed
White rose seen smiling
With a carefree look
At the black butterfly!
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Following her a Butterfly
Making her smile always
Never giving a chance to solitude
Following her the Butterfly
Broke his wings badly
Hitting to a tree in a storm
Moving forward happily
With a belief of the
Butterfly following her
Without the knowledge
Of its deadly pinion !
We always move with a belief that someone is there to protect us :-)
There will be someone's support, care and sacrifice helping us to move forward in our life !
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Calm down my mind, calm down
Why so wastage of stuffs in your godown ?
Never make it seductive
With garbage of negatives
Clear all the addictive
Filling it with full of positive
Avoid too many guests of thoughts
Entering into your room of privacy
Making it a mess of plots
Too many thoughts, too many deficiency !
Too many thoughts spoil your health !
Prathipa Nair May 2016
Those threatening Days
Of my Life,
From which I came back
To my Wife;
Which attacked me Merciless
And made me Motionless;
Giving me pain in my Joints
Poking me on every Points;
Death met me Often
Never did I Soften.
Oh! Almighty, I Prayed
The evil being Slayed
Disguised as a Doctor,
Came for help, the Creator !
Death kneeled in front of Me
Thanking you O' Thee.
Came Back Alive !
It's about a person who struggled from Arthritis ..
Prathipa Nair May 2016
Those threatening Days
Of my Life,
From which I came back
To my Wife;
Which attacked me Merciless
And made me Motionless;
Giving me pain in my Joints
Poking me on every Points;
Death met me Often
Never did I Soften.
Oh! Almighty, I Prayed
The evil being Slayed
Disguised as a Doctor,
Came for help, the Creator !
Death kneeled in front of Me
Thanking you O' Thee.
Came Back Alive !
Prathipa Nair Sep 2016
Drops of tears from his eyes
Painting her different portraits
When she has become the model
Of her picturesque canvas
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
He made me smile
That makes my file
A celebrity profile !
Prathipa Nair May 2016
Some sweet memories of my Village and childhood days :-)

My village, is an Evergreen Heaven, full of singing birds, the crystal clear river with a non-stop flow of water.
A graceful temple of the powerful Goddess, with it attached the sacred Banyan tree. And a beautiful swing by rope for the kids to enjoy their evening.

Men sit chatting under the Banyan tree. Women washing clothes and gossiping near the river side. My village, being a part of God's own country is calm and peaceful for both the old ones and the young ones.

Enchanting festivals happen, specially during summer. The best part of my life is my childhood days in my village. It is blessed by nature with full of greenery on all its sides with paddy fields, coconut,tamarind,mango, neem and the list goes on.

I enjoyed my childhood with my cousins playing Hide and Seek, Lock and Key, Making mud pots which are never allowed to play by the kids nowadays.Those days are filled with pleasure and entertainment.

Competing with the Cuckoo's Coooo making it angry ! Walking on the walls, eating ripe mangoes, climbing on trees..waow ! It was fun :-)

A mischievous chat with Grandma, Grandpa and great Grandma who loved me more than they do themselves.

Making compulsory our afternoon nap, punishing us with his love and care, my Big uncle. He punishes us with his Hand fan or 50 - 100 sit ups holding our ears! But at this moment I realise he did that because he loves us a lot!

Craving to hear songs from the radio and singing along with it, writing it down and learning it by heart :-P

Going for movies with Grandma, it was really a great fun ! Ours was a Joint family system with uncles, aunts,cousins and there was love, understanding, sharing, caring for one another. Having breakfast, lunch and dinner together with the family where there were always laughter and only laughter :-)

Wish all those sweet and golden moments to come back !!!
This is a Memoir :-)
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
With torn clothes of poverty
Lasting days of hunger
The stomach remains empty
Locking yearn for education
Standing for a single penny
With a ***** face and bowl
Near academic opening
Sold to rich owners for
Retail Pay to their fathers
To Work for their mistress
Like a machine without salary
Crushing the buds before
They Bloom to become flowers
Forgetting their childhood
Making them a child labour
In houses, shops, hotels and
Making them a begger too
Why it happens in this world
Where children are
The God's greatest gifts !
Prathipa Nair Sep 2016
Chirping of sparrows woke me from my sleep
Looking through my window
Some sparrows waiting to visit me
Sharing their problems
Someone has stolen their twigs
Promising them nevermore to worry
Asked them to go with peace
Sat on my shoulder to chirp
Thank you friend!
Prathipa Nair Dec 2017
Christ’s glaring birth in a
Holy exquisite manger to
Ring the arrival of godsend
In this grim world with a
Sacred peaceful smile and
Tender divine eyes in
Mother Mary’s pure hands
Arising like a graceful
S**hining star full of love!
I tried my best ... please forgive me friends if there is anything incorrect about Christmas and Jesus
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
A Thin business man
With two big sons
One short, one long
Helping him daily
From one to twelve
He running faster
When his sons
One after the other
Day and night
Taking a break,the
Sons together at twelve
Deciding routines
Of humans on earth
Just fun :-)
Prathipa Nair Sep 2016
Grey reminds no added age hums
Our maturity with young ones
Nothing is in colour of hair
Reverence be your wear
Neither Black nay grey, let us join
Nevermore to become a stray
Prathipa Nair Sep 2016
Symphony of love
Originating in me
*R
adiantly playing
    R
humba in my heart
         Y
earning in need of you

Come back to me !
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