#kuzhoorkeralaindia - Hello Poetry

Kamarul is going to his village All of us are going home with him Kamarul is bringing A bangle for his sister Rafeeq almost buys up a jewellery shop Kamarul takes as saree for his mother Divakaran is busy searching for a clothes shop While making tea While emptying waste-baskets While feeding new paper into the printer, Kamarul sings his own song All of us sing aloud privately While going down in the lift, He learns to count 4 3 2 1 All of us leap towards zero Kamarul goes home, Taking our letters To the plant on earth To the wind that blows in the evening To the friend who promised to come To everyone, for everyone We wave our hands, wondering What would be the time on earth

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC

kuzhur

Kamarul goes home

Kamarul is going to his village All of us are going home with him Kamarul is bringing A bangle for his sister Rafeeq almost buys up a jewellery shop Kamarul takes as saree for his mother Divakaran is busy searching for a clothes shop While making tea While emptying waste-baskets While feeding new paper into the printer, Kamarul sings his own song All of us sing aloud privately While going down in the lift, He learns to count 4 3 2 1 All of us leap towards zero Kamarul goes home, Taking our letters To the plant on earth To the wind that blows in the evening To the friend who promised to come To everyone, for everyone We wave our hands, wondering What would be the time on earth

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One O spring, You have a thousand apparel Green yellow blue Red pale blue light green Greenish yellow Why do you, who make everyone envious, Spreading folds worked with golden thread Inviting everyone to ‘see see’ Come to visit only me wearing black raiment? Are you too conserving Your intensely hued flowers For my tomb, Just like everyone else? Two Perhaps it is to collect Enough breath to last two- three years That, while leaving home, One sighs like a tornado But Every time When I depart after meeting you Why do I sigh, Like a final prayer, As though I was hoarding enough breath For a lifetime?

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC

kuzhur

Two poems fashioned out of sighs

One O spring, You have a thousand apparel Green yellow blue Red pale blue light green Greenish yellow Why do you, who make everyone envious, Spreading folds worked with golden thread Inviting everyone to ‘see see’ Come to visit only me wearing black raiment? Are you too conserving Your intensely hued flowers For my tomb, Just like everyone else? Two Perhaps it is to collect Enough breath to last two- three years That, while leaving home, One sighs like a tornado But Every time When I depart after meeting you Why do I sigh, Like a final prayer, As though I was hoarding enough breath For a lifetime?

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Have we studied together? Or some function In the same row Was it when you got tired standing in the queue Or else at some bus stop Or Not in the telephone book Maybe in the list of people to be invited Among names that are listed hoping They might come in useful sometime No, not even that Were you the same before? I don’t remember Uttering your name For any purpose You are like people in dreams The one who fell in the well The one who was driving The one who stopped me even before the sea, Something like that I think your name exists for me to forget it To think I am mute is one way To think you are deaf is another ..

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC

kuzhur

I’ve forgotten your name.

Have we studied together? Or some function In the same row Was it when you got tired standing in the queue Or else at some bus stop Or Not in the telephone book Maybe in the list of people to be invited Among names that are listed hoping They might come in useful sometime No, not even that Were you the same before? I don’t remember Uttering your name For any purpose You are like people in dreams The one who fell in the well The one who was driving The one who stopped me even before the sea, Something like that I think your name exists for me to forget it To think I am mute is one way To think you are deaf is another ..

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Intelligent believers of democracy, Let me inform you with a great surge of emotion that I am a candidate in this election I beg you, request you, beseech you to make us win with great majority by casting every vote of yours for our symbol I don’t have to recount the great services rendered by our logo in houses, by-lanes, churches, temples, offices, hotels- why, in buses, hospitals, monasteries, cemeteries, and every nook and corner of the land About its great desire to fill even the stomachs of those little children who sleep along the roadside, with no one to look after them Our sign cannot ignore the mothers and sisters who work in factories of sighs, with only half their stomachs full. That’s why even after being totally spent, it resurrects itself again and again. Its social sense which decries that even those bodies on hospital beds, half-burnt, should get justice. Wont the dead have unquenched desires Just like the living? The greatness of our emblem and its universality which embraces unborn babies, the living and the dead, without any consideration of caste or creed or *** About its reproducibility, the sense with which it can raise or lower itself as the opportunity demanded, its will power which helps it work with a passion, its power to please, its divine gift to give peace and happiness What about its readiness to sacrifice even the last drop? It thinks only about giving! Please do not fall into the traps of the other signs which are never satisfied whatever it got, and which are ready to split any moment. Let me ask you, have we come first in anything? China is standing like its great wall..let me remind you that if everyone tried together to raise our symbol to great heights, we can at least come first in population Please do not let go of the chance to win, listing unpolitical arguments like headache, hunger, hatred etc Our slogan Contentment for everyone from children to old people A land where milk flows

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC

kuzhur

Our symbol

Intelligent believers of democracy, Let me inform you with a great surge of emotion that I am a candidate in this election I beg you, request you, beseech you to make us win with great majority by casting every vote of yours for our symbol I don’t have to recount the great services rendered by our logo in houses, by-lanes, churches, temples, offices, hotels- why, in buses, hospitals, monasteries, cemeteries, and every nook and corner of the land About its great desire to fill even the stomachs of those little children who sleep along the roadside, with no one to look after them Our sign cannot ignore the mothers and sisters who work in factories of sighs, with only half their stomachs full. That’s why even after being totally spent, it resurrects itself again and again. Its social sense which decries that even those bodies on hospital beds, half-burnt, should get justice. Wont the dead have unquenched desires Just like the living? The greatness of our emblem and its universality which embraces unborn babies, the living and the dead, without any consideration of caste or creed or *** About its reproducibility, the sense with which it can raise or lower itself as the opportunity demanded, its will power which helps it work with a passion, its power to please, its divine gift to give peace and happiness What about its readiness to sacrifice even the last drop? It thinks only about giving! Please do not fall into the traps of the other signs which are never satisfied whatever it got, and which are ready to split any moment. Let me ask you, have we come first in anything? China is standing like its great wall..let me remind you that if everyone tried together to raise our symbol to great heights, we can at least come first in population Please do not let go of the chance to win, listing unpolitical arguments like headache, hunger, hatred etc Our slogan Contentment for everyone from children to old people A land where milk flows

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The God of the joyful And the God of the sorrowful Met on the dawn Of those who had gone for a walk Even though they belonged to the same family, They didn’t even acknowledge one another The eyes of the God of the sorrowful Were in the sky Birds are making fun of him Clouds ? They stood their ground, Stating, ‘ we are not with you’. The eyes Of the God of the joyful Were on earth Plants on earth Smile at him Dogs, cats and horses Were vying with one another to walk with him. The God of the sorrowful told The God of the joyful, “Brother, Sometime or the other On earth, or sky, Or in the toilet of the passenger train, Or in the corner of the bar of the poor, Or in some Hatta in Sharja Or in the kitchen of the labour camp Or in a room of a house with rent unpaid Or in court Or on some strong tree branch Or in a pawn shop Or in the middle of the road where children die from collision with vehicles Or in some sorcerer’s hut My people will see you What will you tell them? In the storm-like **** of the God of the joyful, The cosmos started gasping for breath.

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC

kuzhur

Graffiti

The God of the joyful And the God of the sorrowful Met on the dawn Of those who had gone for a walk Even though they belonged to the same family, They didn’t even acknowledge one another The eyes of the God of the sorrowful Were in the sky Birds are making fun of him Clouds ? They stood their ground, Stating, ‘ we are not with you’. The eyes Of the God of the joyful Were on earth Plants on earth Smile at him Dogs, cats and horses Were vying with one another to walk with him. The God of the sorrowful told The God of the joyful, “Brother, Sometime or the other On earth, or sky, Or in the toilet of the passenger train, Or in the corner of the bar of the poor, Or in some Hatta in Sharja Or in the kitchen of the labour camp Or in a room of a house with rent unpaid Or in court Or on some strong tree branch Or in a pawn shop Or in the middle of the road where children die from collision with vehicles Or in some sorcerer’s hut My people will see you What will you tell them? In the storm-like **** of the God of the joyful, The cosmos started gasping for breath.

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The coconut climber’s chicken Is in the well The climber started to climb into the well Feet downwards, steps downwards The chicken climbes again Fish climb higher The coconut climber reaches the tip of the well In between, when he looked down, saw the top of the coconut tree Saw several heads The coconut climber is at the tip of the well Police came People came Started to pull out the climber.

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC

kuzhur

Climbing

The coconut climber’s chicken Is in the well The climber started to climb into the well Feet downwards, steps downwards The chicken climbes again Fish climb higher The coconut climber reaches the tip of the well In between, when he looked down, saw the top of the coconut tree Saw several heads The coconut climber is at the tip of the well Police came People came Started to pull out the climber.

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