#donamayoora poems on Hello Poetry

Dona Mayoora Apr 2014

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.

#people #blues #india #donamayoora #malayalam #pie-chart #pie #kerala

Dona Mayoora Apr 2014

Poetry

Poetry is a poets work
in clandestine chemistry
no ethics exist there
other than poethics!

#poem #poetry #poet #donamayoora #malayalam

Dona Mayoora Apr 2014

When graphs turns into giraffes

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. */

Set A                             Set B
       _____________        ______________
     /                           \    /                             \
    /                             \  /                                \
   /                               \/                                  \
  /                                /\                                   \
|                              / A\                                  |
|                             |  n |                                  |
|                             |  B |                                 |
  \                             \  /                                  /
   \                             \/                                  /
    \                            /\                                /
     \ ____________/  \_______________/

#poetry #donamayoora #venn #diagram #malayalam

Dona Mayoora Apr 2014

In a whirling sea, drifting without a compass

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.

Original poem published in Malayalam(Samakalika Malayalam Weekly), translated by poet.

#sea #apology #donamayoora #malayalam

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