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Kuzhur Wilson Mar 2014
Map
while drawing the map of India
I know of a kid who was
worried as to where was Kuzhoor

a sketch job that took just five minutes
to score three marks
misled him many a time

between the question paper and the answer sheet
he
searched for his canal, bunds and fields

here’s Varkey chettan’s tea stall
there’s the butcher shop
here cricket is played
Subramonnian temple there
Kundoor river bank here
the friends wait here
Preethi turns into the alley here
like that he marked

even after the warning bell
India wouldn't be drawn in full

Kashmir not marked at all





Translation : Rajasree
(Map, Book-e-2003)
Kuzhur Wilson May 2014
O rain,
That falls
On the green
That I love most
Let me kiss
Your tender chest

Nobody to come, or go
Alone, alone, alone,
Have to bear the heat and odors of earth

Was the world built by someone?
In it, the marks of a kiss
By me or you
Is graffiti

In Ethihad’s cabin
Your name is Mariyamma,
Mine is..

The sound of someone singing on earth
Mother might be crying
You might be singing
Or else I might be muttering about myself

There is only one place to say
Peace, peace
Your mother’s ******
Only one way to come out

To go inside, at least a thousand ways, but
All blocked
With what Ammu, Ammini and you have earned

Not as beasts,
Not as humans,
It was not father
Or mother
Who gave birth
To us as us
Someone else..

Will name a dream after you
Will name another one after you
If you miss at one, you will get it right at three
I will give my name to the third dream

A mouthful of grain is a word
There is a mouth
There is rice
When these two combine
You
Like myself,
So unbearable,
Love.

Children,
Was it the food you ate
Or the tall and hefty  myself
You or me
You or me

Please take with you
The care and protection
Of this SMS
In the morning
When
Anxieties leave

As I fight like a butcher,
No,
No,
Preethi, from Maha Iranikkulam
Calls me to take a bath in the temple pond

Was it you
Or me
Or our children?

Amma,
Amma,
Amma,

Amen.
Translation : Anitha Varma , Suvarnna bhoomi - thailand
Preethi Richards Jan 2021
I stand in the middle of space where am bounded and hooked up by the fine threads which are though visible but cannot be unhook
I struggle with the exhaustion caused in my brain and heart making me suffocate tearing down my ray of hope-  calling those threads as paternal and maternal relations!!

~preethi
Preethi Richards Dec 2020
Getting entrapped in this word called
LOVE..

Love itself is not something beautiful as it seems to be ! It’s a myth!

Love is just like one’s irresistible feelings towards the other things and were unable to make any distinguishing between them and called it as LOVE
~preethi
Preethi Richards Nov 2020
Besides the idle winter river,
And in the vacant summer days,
Under the shades of my trees
I wish , I would sit down with
The most peace in me,

I want to stand quiet
Quiet along the forest alone
while the wind shaking down the wilt leaves
the river clearing the burnt deeds of guilt,
I want to see the real reflection of my existence.
~preethi.
Preethi Richards Nov 2020
In The dusky night and the starless sky of the winter day ,
The sweet fragrance of Nightqueen flowers, and the scent of the winter night ,
I move along the corner of  my lane reviving the beautiful memories
There lies a world full of wonder and excitement , beyond the vision of naked eye,
There lies a world with the half acquaintance with half of bewilderment,
I fly in my darling world with the bud of hope and fragile petals
Alas! the winter breeze blew my hair bringing me back to the World of people
~preethi
Preethi Richards May 2022
How it would be if I meet you again as a complete stranger ?
I would never talked about LOVE,
I would never indulge you in my feelings
I would rewrite my story just including me,
I would never have you in my dreams,.
The feeling of strangers is good,
No voids  and No nulls.
.
~preethi.
Preethi Richards Nov 2020
Her poems are like a Sea,
Writing about her Soulmate
With full of anticipation and love
Dripping every letter from her pen
Her eyes are like camera
Capturing every beautiful moment of his in her own heart,
Her smiles are like pearls
Rejecting the diamonds in exchange for his pearls
And he is her life now
No matter what happens and
what gonna happens

~preethi
Preethi Richards Nov 2020
What are we upto? What is this tremendous amount of time and foolish energy is upto?

When this life is such a ring
Where every step still makes
Us stand In the circle?

What is our Ill gratitude for people is upto?
What’s our bravery to complain about things?

IN THE END ALL THE THINGS ARE LOST IN THE NEGLIGENCE AND DEATH...!

~preethi
Preethi Richards Nov 2020
They are beautiful and untamed ,
They grow up against the harsh winds,
They spread like a river freely with
No boundaries,
They blossom whose fragrance takes to a new world ,
They are fragile like a beautiful heart and sensitive like a baby ,
They make the heart ponder and love stronger ,
They laugh lovably and makes hearts fly like a feather
And they are Flowers the true wild flowers ❤️
~preethi
Preethi Richards Nov 2020
Life needs more starry lights and bonfire nights at cabin
~preethi
Preethi Richards Nov 2020
The sun which ripens my fruits,
The star which guides my lost ship,
The wind whispers in my ear ,
And the earth asks me

“What is the use of the dwelling on acres of land When I am intended to eat only my peck of grain?”

It was a secret like flowers in the backyard,
Yet me,
You,
And
None ,
Would understand this....!!

~preethi
Preethi Richards Oct 2020
I sit secluded under my tree,
When no flower looks as a dream to my eyes,
When no longer butterflies fly like a hope in my mind,
Among the Lillies and  roses I sit here confused and parted within myself,
When the cool breeze gently reminds the arrival of winter
I sit here unmoved with the thoughts that leave me in dark,
I think about the shadows which left me in the rays of sunshine

~preethi

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