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I am posting this after I wrote it nearly a week ago. You can say that this poem was really edited by me in a big way. The whole story in the dream was there. The poem was big. I wonder how I wrote that much in one sitting. 1121 lines long(not a mistake in numbers One thousand one hundred and twenty one lines in about 12 and half hours). Now the ending was open, tragically open. I read the poem to post it, it was so much depressing for me. I deleted those lines. I may write it in another way again. But now I know what that dream really meant. It is much more depressing than the dream itself. So for that long, long poem mmm here is the Russian way of saying Chmok, Chmok, paka, paka. It means Kiss, Kiss, bye bye.. haha

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08/01/06.

 

 

The reddish sky couldn’t stay longer,

As the might of the sunrays consumed the dawn,

From the consumption of a dream I woke,

And into the corruption of consciousness I stepped,

Knowing everyday with a blessing begins,

In the same way from that beautiful dream I woke.

 

Rituals of a mad Tuesday done,

Not felt hungry through the warm morn,

Noon dried even the best lover’s heart,

“Oh’ summer sun what wrong did we do,

For you to lash the whip of vengeance upon us?”

I asked again and again and like a bad mouthed villain,

The sun only laughed erasing smile from every face I saw.

 

Evening took a milder whip and upon everything lashed,

Still, night couldn’t spread the charm of cold,

And darkness erased by lights from the naughtiness of all of us.

 

Oh wealthy I am in the thoughts of mine,

But today I lost all my thoughts in my trade,

For a day dream I saw a long time back,

That told a story about two beautiful eyes I may see,

And in tragedy those eyes and life forever I will lose,

That story was a good bed time story for me to tell,

In my soliloquy, listening my conscious fell,

Into that good old dream, as a dream at night, for me to see.

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What a day… a day I will hate the rest of my life. One of the unforgivable crime was committed at me. Making me wait. Damn it.

 

07/31/06.

 

Oh’ why would you keep grudges O morn,

As wrath of a desert noon in you I feel.

Hide not O summer breeze hide not,

Sleep not O rain in laziness sleep not,

As without the love of you all,

Nothing grows in this poetic mind.

 

Said the above verses waking up,

And spend the day time in shade and cool,

Then in the evening for long, long time waited,

To see those beautiful eyes with verses filled.

 

She never came as the good old curse worked,

Wait, wait and wait, suppress disappointments,

And live with pain in a life of smiles artificial,

Smiles too left when darkness choked me to sleep.

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30^th July 2006 this day went through a kinda recuperating from within. There were lot of thoughts and many times I talked aloud. It was that intense. FYI… when I say I am talking to myself it means that I am not sure about something I am writing. None of these poems have anything to do with those talks. Those talks are about some other poems I am working on. There are two chapters of a long poem I started writing more than a year back. I did not finished the last two chapters it is still in a first draft stage with part of that first draft only in my mind. “Tess Of The D’Urbervilles” last week I took it to finish it. Because it is inevitable that I should finish that poem. I am also writing some other poems. In between I am working on the final version of the book before it goes to print. I have a job too that pays for all these. Then my extra curricular activities. Want to see a busy man hehehe. Scroll down and see my pictures. Summer sucks big time. No doubt about it.

 

Bring me fall and the colors,

Bring me cold rain that crackles,

The dead leaves happy to rot to soil,

Then bring me the whiteness of the Angels,

Who with their cold palms wipe away,

Remaining days of this year and bless,

The world with the brightness of a new year.

 

Haha that came out instantly… I am getting good at this.

 

07/30/06.

 

The clock showed two in the afternoon and I heard,

Cars rumbling outside and T.V still chattering,

“Glory to you God” I said, while out of my bed rolled.

Oh what a dreamless night and day passed,

The sun held the summer day and danced tirelessly,

This day artists and photographers will love,

But “burned, I don’t want to be” the poet reasoned.

 

Clarity in the material life has become a myth,

Misguided intuitions only paved paths,

To the world of the lords of negativity.

 

Oh’ why my life go through dirty tracks,

Didn’t I lay my footsteps upon a saintly path?

Tired, down I laid, after longs hours of arguments,

With oneself, in the end none won.

 

In the ongoing battles win I will,

Declared I in a tone so desperate,

But somewhere in my voice hidden,

Was a determined cry of a soul that seek,

Purity of a life I left in a dream unfulfilled.

 

The dear old stars through the window I see,

Lifetimes they passed, their age with my eyes, I see not,

Everything done for a reason, everything said, with a meaning,

But these days my own actions and words, misunderstood,

So alone another night upon this bed I lie,

For the darkness to creep into the senses of mine.

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The place I was born and brought up, My brother once wrote

The small state of Kerala,
At the south western tip of India,
Be it for pleasure, leisure or for the thrill of adventure,
Come to Kerala, A day in Kerala means,
Seeing things you have never seen before,
And may never see again,
Yes, unless you visit Kerala again.

Yes it is a beautiful place. The language spoken in Kerala is called Malayalam, my mother tongue. The people from Kerala are called Keralites or in slang Mallus and are easily identifiable because of the thick moustache and oily hair. I was no different. After coming to US I still kept my moustache I shave it off as it started to grey hehe. Mallus are also easily identifiable by people from other parts of India in the way they speak English. We have our own accent while speaking English. Kerala is a state famous for its greenery, spices and of course beautiful poets like me. hehe. Yup… a place declared by United Nations as 100% literate. The only place in the world. The first place in the world where communists were elected to power. This place indeed is called as “God’s Own Country”.

See it from North to South.

 

Bekal Sea Shore Kasargod.

 

 

Kannur backwaters.

 

Uru a kind of big boats used to carry goods…. Calicut.

 

Silent Valley-Palakkad.

 

Trichur Pooram Festival… This is a big festival in a Hindu temple in Trichur. The festival goes on for many days and end with big fireworks.

 

Elephants are a big part of that festival here the best Elephants of Kerala are standing in for one of the traditions of the festival.

 

Feeding the Elephants. A big tradition which is part of the Temple festival.

 

Athirapally waterfalls-Trichur.

 

Another view of the waterfalls

 

Yet another view of the waterfalls

 

Backwaters Kochi. Kochi is the business capital of Kerala. A very busy city. My mother and brother lives here now.

 

Backwaters Kochi.

 

Idukki- The hill side of Kerala.

 

One side of the Arch Dam in Idukki Hydro Electric Project.

 

The other side of the Dam.

 

Dead trees in the lake at the Periyar Tiger Reserve- Thekkady. The dense forest behind is a protected place for Tigers and Elephants.

 

Wild Elephants roaming near the lake in the Periyar Tiger Reserve.

 

Backwaters Alleppey or Alappuzha. Alleppey is where I was born. Alappuzha famous for coir industries and once a very famous commercial place. Lost most of the glory after the development of Kochi. As part of the intial development canals like the one you see above were built across Alleppey to carry goods from all parts of Kerala to the port in Alleppey. The backwaters are famous attraction for many tourists these days because of the green beauty around it as well as the boat races.

 

Another view of Alleppey backwaters. One can see coconuts carried in boats by people.The water ways is the only means of transportation to many underlying places in Alleppey.

 

One of the boat races in Alleppey backwaters. As many as 100 rowers will sit in one boad and there will be a person to give rhythm for the rowers. They sing and row the boat at high speed. This is one of the major tourist attraction in Kerala. People from all over the world will gather for the famous Nehru Trophy Boat race in about two weeks from now.

 

This is a trial run for the Nehru Trophy Boat race.

 

A view of the actual boat race.

 

Kumarakom Resort Hotel. Kottayam. This was a place now taken over by the Taj group. Very beautiful and poetic place.

 

Another view of the Kumarakom Resort.

 

Way to Ponmudi, about 40 miles away from Trivandrum the State capital of Kerala.

 

Veli Lake this is south of Trivandrum.

 

Kovalam Beach Resort. Looks great now…temperature can go beyond 115F on any given day. A lot of foreigners come to this Beach for vacation.

 

Kavadiar Palace… The palace of the last king that ruled Kerala. A very good man died couple of years ago. Try saying his name. Sree Chitra Thirunal Balarama Varma.

 

Kani Konna. I don’t know the English name of this tree and flowers. There is a species of this tree that will have flowers all through the year. I love this tree and the flower. The one reason I always asked all the girl friends I had to wear full Yellow color dress.

 

Jackfruit tree.This fruit is delicious but the sap betweent he fruit is sticky. The wood of the tree is used for almost everything in Kerala from building houses to making caskets. The leaf of the tree is pricey too, they are used to make a kinda spoon  in old times now given to Goats as food.

 

Mohiniattam… this is a dance form made out of the famous Kathakali and Bhrathanatyam. Two major dance forms in India. Dancers spend nearly 15 years to master this dance form acting, dancing and expressing an entire story by just expressions and hand symbols. It is facinating.

 

Onam the festival of Kerala. Irrespective of religious beliefs everyone celebrate Onam. There is long story behind it. I will tell it on the Onam day. But this picture is a flower arrangement competion. Girls makes these kinda flower arrangement in front of every house in Kerala during the 10 days of Onam celebration.

 

Without politics there is no Kerala or any place in the world hehehe. This is the ending of the election campaign in Kerala. The time with songs of political parties and people literally begging for votes for their parties and candidates. The Left Front led by the Communist Party Of India(Marxist) rule Kerala now after the United Democratic Front lost the election by a landslide. It goes one way one time the other way next time. One of my cousin is a politician in Kerala. Eight times he stood for election in almost every corner of the state. mmm never won an election.

 

The bull race. This is another big thing in the country side during sowing season, part of the ploughing process. Rice fields are commonly seen in Kerala. This is indeed a dangerous sport as there is no brakes for these bulls. It will not stop at anything and it is better to run for your life than stand in front of these bulls.

My young cousin Shameer sent me these pictures. He collected them and emailed it to me. Thanks Shameer and the photographers for the pictures.

As of now I am holding on to Yesterdays poems. I will post it later if time permits and my editing is done. Have a great evening everyone and stay cool. I know it is blazing out there in most places of US.

A very normal weekend day… I really don’t have a lot to say…..

 

River Hudson, near downtown Albany and near the river-front-barge.

 

Opposite side of River Hudson, picture taken from the river-front-barge.  

07/29/06.

 

The morning woke up from beside me,

And left me in my sleep undisturbed,

Noon placed her warm palm upon my face,

And feeling that warmth woke up I, and said,

“Oh’ what a wonderful summer day I woke up into”.

 

Late weekend lunch at the River-front-barge,

A new tradition of mine I love,

Chit chat with people, some friendly most wayfarers.

 

Movie and dinner at the mall, my good old tradition,

“Lady In The Water”, naa didn’t impressed me much,

The evening Oh’ how beautiful she came,

Drunk she was and puked all over me,

In the form of rain and with thunders beat me up,

And her bare body at me she flashed,

As lightning that tore all of my passions.

“Not immoral anymore” I said,

And into the night I stepped,

Though darker and silent, polite she was,

“Give me sweet dreams and be quite” I said to her,

Before my eyes I closed one time I looked,

Up to the heavens and in my mind I prayed,

“ May you give all good to all souls out there,

May the fighting find peace,

May the unloved find love,

May the hungry find food,

And may the orphaned and oppressed always find,

The guarding hands of yours in protection”.

 

A bit of peace, my mind found,

Into that bed of peace I crawled and forgot,

All conscious feelings material world can give.

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 A usual day… well… yeah a usual Friday, I just did not thought of anything special in this day to happen. Read the poem.

 

It is me trying to look at the camera after a long tiring and bleeeping day Friday.

   

This is another photo taken after about 3 hours. I turned off the A/C as I went for a walk and came back. You can see me sweating in this picture. I am getting good at typing with one hand. I typed in the poem for 07/27/06 holding the written version on the other hand.

 

 

The first draft of one of my favorite poems I wrote among the “Yesterdays” poems so far, “Eyes Of Lika”. If you try to read it you can see a lot of spelling mistakes, cuts and jumbled up lines. That’s how I write a first draft. I just pour it all into paper and don’t care much about any spelling or line order. Those are done while typing the poem into the computer.

07/28/06.

 

A morning I did not see, but in a dream I saw,

Through the valley unknown flourished,

And upon the wings of the wind from east spread.

 

Thoughts, Oh’ like maniacs blurred visions,

None stayed but left mind and body sway,

Still some greatness upon myself I thrust,

And stormed through a day that stormed the other way.

 

Dusk I did not see but for a dream I left,

The dream did not materialize but in soul, stalled.

The green pastures ahead, mocking mirages,

Eyes, lips, and every smile left in mind only gloom,

Still I smiled seeing the old pattern of life spread.

That old pattern, a look from love, leaving without a smile.

 

Oh’ how many evenings and nights I spent,

To change those patterns from inside,

Futile remained my efforts as in a tube remained I,

Oh’ in a kaleidoscope only a handful of bits of color one see,

And the pattern they make, to a handful they limit.

 

There are no ways out of this magnificence,

As ever blossoming life filled the air,

Oh’ is there a hand and soul out there to break this tube?

And add more bits of color to this kaleidoscope.

 

I asked again and again but only thin air listened,

Thin air still might have listened when I snored,

And those patterns prepare for another familiar change,

With the same set of colors I watch,

Everyday, and walks through in boredom

And every night with it sleeps.

 

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Thursdays some are good some bad. Financially a disaster. Well… you all know I don’t care about money. It comes today goes away tomorrow. Me?… I stay the same today, tomorrow and forever haha. Said that… I am kinda feeling different. Keep reading these “Yesterdays” poems, my poems speaks better than me.

 

07/27/06.

 

The sun might’ve laughed,

When his fire-filled wings he spread,

Seeing me sleeping, snoring loud.

 

I woke up with half of me,

The other half sleep walking, inside.

 

The hours of work from everywhere screamed,

And they all with the busy schedules sprinted.

 

What a day, that caught me and swayed,

Every inch of my material being,

Evening smiled at me, so did many faces, for my surprise.

 

Oh’ I wished yesterday forever stayed,

No ups, downs, or piercing pain to heal,

I am awakening from the coma called Love.

 

Late at night a laugh from me started,

For the pain upon myself I thrust,

With the word love attached in front and back.

 

Fool I am to pain my soul so pure,

Wise I am to erase from my life those souls, so impure,

Lucky I am to enjoy ever the pain of my soul,

And thankful I am to live in this time so great,

Knowing, liking and loving so many souls,

Far greater than mine in vision, words and deeds.

 

After so many weeks I slept,

In the arms of the night Angels with peace,

With a smile upon my face that stayed,

Probably all night, from the dreams I saw.

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An extraordinary day… I like these kinda days, that take me through the every possible feeling. Even though I write many depressing poems and describe myself as an ugly loser… Didn’t I always tell that I love my life? If you haven’t heard it before, from now on you can’t say, I didn’t say it. Haha. Part of the following poem is written looking at Angelika, in short Lika. The inspiration she is, for me to write poetry is indescribable.

 

07/26/06.

 

A snow owl lost ways in the summer warmth,

Though darkness blanketed every corner, eyes can see,

Still the warmth all around dirty danced.

 

Oh’ the owls cry in the near and far I heard,

Waking me inside first, knowing well the agony he felt.

 

Scattered dark clouds slowly marched,

Only their movement in the dark I saw,

In their time everything the lords of the dark dominates,

And leave thoughtless fear upon my heart in depression swayed.

 

Oh’ then far above a bunch of cloud I saw,

The siege of dark, by light rays broken,

Oh’ in my mind I saw the morning’s arrival,

Like a billion Jasmines blooming all at once.

 

The morning dragged the lazy me,

And pushed into a noon that relayed me,

To an evening that into my mind whispered

Gloomy thoughts that clutched my heart into pain,

And reality in those whispers and pain, took an early nap.

 

Even when lark lords marched their way back,

The never resting spirit inside lingered in gloom,

And through the virtual magnificence she came with a glow,

Deep from her soul, asking for my words in verse weaved.

 

To her and the world only one word I said “Serenity”.

With every glimpse and every sound I heard,

O with the merger of those senses I weaved,

Verses to her soul I said.

 

“Serenity.

 

Oh’ the serenity of a lake I see,

As a poetic mind upon that tranquility floats,

With thoughts about love invaluable, 

And dissolves into that serenity of love,

That serenity is what I see, in your eyes.

 

What beautiful thoughts in my mind I feel,

As your lips blossoms and words like pearls falls,

Every thought your soul conceive,

And whisper into the mind of yours,

Glow through every inch of yours,

When you speak those thoughts in words,

Through those beautiful lips of yours.

 

You are a beauty who can move,

Mountains with a wink,

You can calm storms with a smile,

And unfreeze winter freeze with a touch.

 

A hundred years before if we met,

I would’ve said all the same loving words I said today,

All the loving words today I say,

Still will remain, even when my soul by eternity carried.”

 

Lika left after leaving her charm upon my heart,

Then again I said “Oh you to whom this poet promised

Put in line my life I will,

To fulfill the promise I gave,

Every time I see your face I will,

Gather the essence of all love I lost,

And for the happiness of your soul, write I will”.

 

Then to those dark lords I said,

“Take me in a dream, close to her heart”.

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This day was full of spiritual thoughts. It was deep and it is deep. There are people who don’t understand how spirituality unites every living being. Well.. I am not going to go deep into that. I am only going to say what that for me did. The multiple way through which I passes and every day I take a different path and approach to deal with cards given to me. The end result, no matter what, God never let me weep.

 

07/25/06.

 

Tuesday morning around me crawled,

As up from my sleep I woke,

Dancing in the sunlight through the curtains sneaked,

I embraced the day, month and season, unconditionally.

 

I will let the world walk over me,

I will look beyond what senses can feel,

I am the poet, the lover and above all the man,

Who for reasons unknown exists,

Never will I let a day decide, my happiness,

Never will I let another soul define, my satisfaction.

 

Many souls who their own thoughts defined,

And upon me religiously thrusts,

Oh’ those unholy souls, one by one, from my life I erase,

Along with this day that erases,

Second after second from the present and into the past write.

 

Oh’ the mockery of selfishness I adored and now despise,

As alone in a spiritual path I drive,

Where there are no mornings, noon, evenings and nights,

As every moment in the pleasantness of my soul enchanted,

A soul in worthiness blessed and belongs to Almighty,

From whom no rewards I seek,

As all I have and all I don’t have are rewards,

In pleasant blessings unimaginable.

 

The noon, evening and night materialistically danced away,

Sleepless, in thoughts with a mind clam, rested I,

And watched another day waking up in a dance, materialistically.

 

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A day of no wishes… it looked too gloomy through my eyes. A lot of thoughts, a lot of talks, a lot of frustration. I wondered about nothing. I remembered an old prediction by a famous astrologer in India about me. “None should predict your future, as your life will fail every prediction”. True that.

 

07/24/06.

 

Looking at the morning that stands dry,

Though grey the sun still blasts,

All his power into the season of warmth,

The greenery waved in the adoration,

The birds grooming themselves, in shade rested,

And the late morn departed without leaving a thought.

 

Time’s progression through the day was gradual,

Lazy eyes saw faces smile less,

Some stared and fast away they turned,

As if a criminal blunder was done.

 

The evening like a crayon drawing in stillness stayed,

An outline of a beauty in protest left,

Or pruned away before bloomed.

 

Oh’ tried I to gather a moment to remember,

But none was there as gloom of the dark crept,

Into every corner of mind in frustration still searched.

 

Oh’ I am a painter who became color blind,

A storyteller, who in amnesia wept,

An athlete, who broke his arms and legs,

A soldier, who lost all his ammunitions,

But still a poet, who wrote in the language of the heart,

Verses, praising the love of a beauty nonexistent,

Who felt the grip of the night through sleep,

Way early than every other day with emptiness filled.

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