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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 7

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Myself
1
I am not language;
only the first alphabets of a
primitive script;
In their bid to split me into
alphabets and words
the schools stacked my head,
mind and body with multiple
phrases converting me
into a mannequin.
But I turned into a lone
suicide squad separating
myself from languages;
I moved on with sharpened passions
among the doomed establishments;
still I didn’t become a materialist
2
I am a sentence with words missing,
always yearning for meanings
When dissolved in letters, an voice
reminds me about my real self
However in my fright
I could not but destroy
meanings
3
When butterflies flew around
I too joined them as flying verses
The butterflies which were also
equally scared of meanings
were in a frantic plight
for a way out
and I too became a butterfly
4
There is now darkness of the night
The anonymous voice of the darkness
The orgasmic delights of darkness
The primitive legacy of darkness
The whispers of the dead in darkness
The varied tunes of those who never
settle down in a single body;
The nutmeg trees in the courtyard
recited some prayer
The flooding verses of moonshine
reverberating in the unknown
transparency of primitive hymns
The flower trees slept without
chanting Upanishads
I went nude in my soul
like a virgin glowing in
a hundred modes of love
5
I am a spiritual fasting not
bothered to encroach poetry
and spell its doom
The body never preserves anything;
even the mind has no such habits
I am rummaging my memory
in search of a lady bird
which never arrows down
the soul of words
I painted the chola murals in their
forehead;
I carved the insignia of the swords
on the chests of the chera soldiers
I broke mud pots of
on their belly
6
I am grief engraved in a primitive script
My religion is that of a maggot
My love is that of the birds disturbed
By the by the chant of leaves
My legacy is not that of artists
7
I am snow flames of love
as well as love of snow flames
The primitive
plateaus of her forehead
are the skyscape of her mind
The sterile winter of the college
The antique eyes, navel pits
The scent of plantain leaves
The bhagavat geetha
glistening in the closed
eyes of my mate
the acumen of the wind
The Buddhist statue emerging
from Marxism
The face of Budha and
the voyage of the bereaved
glisten in
moonlit night
The explicit human vastness
of kathakali in eye lines
the hunter’s aim
from the horizontal
mark on the forehead
Wars that were never fought
in the annoyed nipples
yearning to turn
and not to turn in to a human soul
in the soil saturated in décor
And this is my love
7
I am the fire that set out from
Yagasaala
The fire that pierce deep into
Yearning hearts
bodies in love
and the soul of
the depressed
8
I am in deep meditation
to acquire wisdom from wind
love from light
and humanity from soil
My static meditation extends
through years
The islands of thoughts
which I preserve amidst the
convulsions for humanity
and stomach
for me meditation is an endless
ritual
Saturday, June 21, 2008
ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 6

photo mk
Myself
1
I am not language;
only the first alphabets of a
primitive script;
In their bid to split me into
alphabets and words
the schools stacked my head,
mind and body with multiple
phrases converting me
into a mannequin.
But I turned into a lone
suicide squad separating
myself from languages;
I moved on with sharpened passions
among the doomed establishments;
still I didn’t become a materialist
2
I am a sentence with words missing,
always yearning for meanings
When dissolved in letters, an voice
reminds me about my real self
However in my fright
I could not but destroy
meanings
3
When butterflies flew around
I too joined them as flying verses
The butterflies which were also
equally scared of meanings
were in a frantic plight
for a way out
and I too became a butterfly
4
There is now darkness of the night
The anonymous voice of the darkness
The orgasmic delights of darkness
The primitive legacy of darkness
The whispers of the dead in darkness
The varied tunes of those who never
settle down in a single body;
The nutmeg trees in the courtyard
recited some prayer
The flooding verses of moonshine
reverberating in the unknown
transparency of primitive hymns
The flower trees slept without
chanting Upanishads
I went nude in my soul
like a virgin glowing in
a hundred modes of love
5
I am a spiritual fasting not
bothered to encroach poetry
and spell its doom
The body never preserves anything;
even the mind has no such habits
I am rummaging my memory
in search of a lady bird
which never arrows down
the soul of words
I painted the chola murals in their
forehead;
I carved the insignia of the swords
on the chests of the chera soldiers
I broke mud pots of
on their belly
6
I am grief engraved in a primitive script
My religion is that of a maggot
My love is that of the birds disturbed
By the by the chant of leaves
My legacy is not that of artists
7
I am snow flames of love
as well as love of snow flames
The primitive
plateaus of her forehead
are the skyscape of her mind
The sterile winter of the college
The antique eyes, navel pits
The scent of plantain leaves
The bhagavat geetha
glistening in the closed
eyes of my mate
the acumen of the wind
The Buddhist statue emerging
from Marxism
The face of Budha and
the voyage of the bereaved
glisten in
moonlit night
The explicit human vastness
of kathakali in eye lines
the hunter’s aim
from the horizontal
mark on the forehead
Wars that were never fought
in the annoyed nipples
yearning to turn
and not to turn in to a human soul
in the soil saturated in décor
And this is my love
7
I am the fire that set out from
Yagasaala
The fire that pierce deep into
Yearning hearts
bodies in love
and the soul of
the depressed
8
I am in deep meditation
to acquire wisdom from wind
love from light
and humanity from soil
My static meditation extends
through years
The islands of thoughts
which I preserve amidst the
convulsions for humanity
and stomach
for me meditation is an endless
ritual
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 3

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trees in ootty garden
Title of this poem is not “Ants”
Though titled ‘Ants’, this poetic peice
doesn’t have either a life of its own
nor any halo around it
Sans any vain imageries of either
separation or grief
ants are breaking all poetic rules
This poem is an escape from history
without any nostalgia,
neither sublimity
nor the flow of Papanasini
Unable to withstand the sense and
senselessness
the ants are creeping
among these verses;
Without the least faith in lyricism
the ants are searching for poetic impulses
outside the walls of lyrics
The symbols in this poem are nothing but
pieces of life oft used and discarded
by contemporaries
The smell of silence is akin to that of the
frozen bodies in a government hospital
There was sensuous mourns of prostitution
inside a taxi car
There was the lament of the dropouts pasted on the
walls of the police station
Ultra modern lusty obesity of the female mass was in wait
In the condensed darkness of the
transport bus stand
The solitude of the corroded
bodies of a dog lie in the rail track
The discarded plastic cups spread scattered
in the rail tracks
The absurdity of the dumb adolescence
was throbbing inside the lingerie of mary,
a street hooker
The condom crazy feminists
The archaic quivers of the epileptic
being rushed to the hospital in a local bus
Shadows of literary criticism reflecting in the entrails
of the tomoto got smashed onthe road
before reaching the
vegetable stand
The ants needed only the symbols and not
any reviews or explanations
Refusing to become symbols the ants
bid audio to poem, scattered all over
losing their way
Even this poem has nothing to
do with explaining symbols, emblems or wisdom
Dubai Municipality officials present at the simple ceremony said the civic body will give further boost to Harikumar’s idea of ten million saplings. Ahmed AbdulKarim, Director of Public Parks and Horticulture Department said the Municipality, which is in the process of turning 8% of the city area green as per the international norms, would like support any movement towards creating more green areas.
'We believe that Harikumar’s idea of ten million saplings will help create awareness among the local residents towards the necessity of planting more and more trees for the generations to come,' he said.
Harikumar said he has taken a plunge to this campaign for a childhood pledge, taking a break from the rigours of routine work to spearhead the challenge of reclaiming the world’s green cover.
'This is my first tree planting outside India where I have completed planting 5,000 trees in different states with the help of social organizations and NGOs,' he said.
When Harikumar was in college in Kerala, he recalls a fascination for trees and regaling in nature’s bounty. 'I would turn to the leaves for my bookmarks and this gave me immense thrill. Back home everyone shared the same love for nature and this in many ways helped us bond as a family. I guess it also contributed to my passion for writing,' he said.
A post graduate in Economics from Nirmala College Muvattupuzha, Kerala, Harikumar said it is his writings that have taken the centre stage and helped him move up the ladder to be the bureau chief of a leading Malayalam Daily, poet and writer with eight books to his credit. But today he is a worried man. The onslaught on the environment not only in his own state Kerala, the 'God’s own country' but across other states like Karnataka and worldwide torment him a great deal.
The journo turned environmentalist was in the city to kick-start a campaign of gigantic proportions spread across six continents besides seeking space to fulfill a unique venture.
Harikumar said his dream got off to the best possible start outside India.
'On my part as a global crusader, I will promote environmental conservation by creating awareness amongst students on the importance of planting trees as well as taking good care of them. This is a symbolic beginning,' he said.
Harikumar understands this will be a different beat all together. 'It is not going to be just a pledge. This is something I have always dreamed of as a child and am happy it is becoming a reality. The campaign is not just going to help, protect the environment but should spur others to contribute their might in safeguarding the environment,' he said.
Harikumar said to realize his goal, he is taking a break from his work and much of his writings will take a backseat. 'This phase of the agenda focuses on the planting of indigenous trees on public lands to enhance the impact of environmental conservation,' he said.
Interestingly, Harikumar is not banking on Government but a strong network of friends of the environment. 'I will cultivate through the years in across various cultures, cities and countries. A host of individuals and institutions have made a commitment to see this venture through. What I am seeking is the space to plant the trees, nothing more,' he said.
Speaking on the importance of such a measure, the soft-spoken environmental crusader shared his views on the global state of the environment. 'We are today witnessing a wanton destruction of green cover and this is not good for the present and future generations. We can rectify the mistakes that we have committed in the past by putting curbs on felling of trees and then make genuine attempts as a remedy through planting trees,' said Harikumar.
His modus operandi is simple. With ten million trees to be planted across six continents as the target, to begin he will first seek for land to plant the saplings. Once this is done, he will then acquire the saplings/trees and elicit a commitment from those involved to be the custodians of the trees once they are planted.
Places of worship, public spaces such as parks and educational establishments, schools, colleges etc. will be the most sought after avenues.
The venture commenced in Dubai will spread across the GCC states before taking-off worldwide. Initially, the focus is on indigenous trees to enhance the impact of environmental conservation. However there is no preferred species although fast growing trees suited for public spaces will take prominence.
According to Harikumar the campaign is another addition to the efforts being made to conserve bio-diversity, enhance natural beauty and prevent soil erosion. 'I believe every country must sustain life naturally - forest cover affects the availability of the rain, availability of underground water, soil fertility, clean air and the beauty of the landscape,' he said.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
ദിവസം ഒരു ഫോട്ടോ 1

photo mk
Dubai Municipality officials present at the simple ceremony said the civic body will give further boost to Harikumar’s idea of ten million saplings. Ahmed AbdulKarim, Director of Public Parks and Horticulture Department said the Municipality, which is in the process of turning 8% of the city area green as per the international norms, would like support any movement towards creating more green areas.
'We believe that Harikumar’s idea of ten million saplings will help create awareness among the local residents towards the necessity of planting more and more trees for the generations to come,' he said.
Harikumar said he has taken a plunge to this campaign for a childhood pledge, taking a break from the rigours of routine work to spearhead the challenge of reclaiming the world’s green cover.
'This is my first tree planting outside India where I have completed planting 5,000 trees in different states with the help of social organizations and NGOs,' he said.
When Harikumar was in college in Kerala, he recalls a fascination for trees and regaling in nature’s bounty. 'I would turn to the leaves for my bookmarks and this gave me immense thrill. Back home everyone shared the same love for nature and this in many ways helped us bond as a family. I guess it also contributed to my passion for writing,' he said.
A post graduate in Economics from Nirmala College Muvattupuzha, Kerala, Harikumar said it is his writings that have taken the centre stage and helped him move up the ladder to be the bureau chief of a leading Malayalam Daily, poet and writer with eight books to his credit. But today he is a worried man. The onslaught on the environment not only in his own state Kerala, the 'God’s own country' but across other states like Karnataka and worldwide torment him a great deal.
The journo turned environmentalist was in the city to kick-start a campaign of gigantic proportions spread across six continents besides seeking space to fulfill a unique venture.
Harikumar said his dream got off to the best possible start outside India.
'On my part as a global crusader, I will promote environmental conservation by creating awareness amongst students on the importance of planting trees as well as taking good care of them. This is a symbolic beginning,' he said.
Harikumar understands this will be a different beat all together. 'It is not going to be just a pledge. This is something I have always dreamed of as a child and am happy it is becoming a reality. The campaign is not just going to help, protect the environment but should spur others to contribute their might in safeguarding the environment,' he said.
Harikumar said to realize his goal, he is taking a break from his work and much of his writings will take a backseat. 'This phase of the agenda focuses on the planting of indigenous trees on public lands to enhance the impact of environmental conservation,' he said.
Interestingly, Harikumar is not banking on Government but a strong network of friends of the environment. 'I will cultivate through the years in across various cultures, cities and countries. A host of individuals and institutions have made a commitment to see this venture through. What I am seeking is the space to plant the trees, nothing more,' he said.
Speaking on the importance of such a measure, the soft-spoken environmental crusader shared his views on the global state of the environment. 'We are today witnessing a wanton destruction of green cover and this is not good for the present and future generations. We can rectify the mistakes that we have committed in the past by putting curbs on felling of trees and then make genuine attempts as a remedy through planting trees,' said Harikumar.
His modus operandi is simple. With ten million trees to be planted across six continents as the target, to begin he will first seek for land to plant the saplings. Once this is done, he will then acquire the saplings/trees and elicit a commitment from those involved to be the custodians of the trees once they are planted.
Places of worship, public spaces such as parks and educational establishments, schools, colleges etc. will be the most sought after avenues.
The venture commenced in Dubai will spread across the GCC states before taking-off worldwide. Initially, the focus is on indigenous trees to enhance the impact of environmental conservation. However there is no preferred species although fast growing trees suited for public spaces will take prominence.
According to Harikumar the campaign is another addition to the efforts being made to conserve bio-diversity, enhance natural beauty and prevent soil erosion. 'I believe every country must sustain life naturally - forest cover affects the availability of the rain, availability of underground water, soil fertility, clean air and the beauty of the landscape,' he said.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
ഒരു രാഗം


photo :mkMist
The misty crest of Munnar melting apart
in to clouds, sky and ocean
It becomes whiter and whiter resembling
the ever-depressing sense of separation
and gets toned down in showers
In the township, the mist
is both spiritual relief
and refreshing for the tourists
Among the tall eucalyptus soldiers
who are yet to wake up from dreams,
the clusters of mist become puzzles
The epic expanse of the mist
escorts the well disciplined
regiment of tea plants parading on the slopes
The eucalyptus trees are like sentries
in the sacred woods of eternal love
The echo-point in the woods
keep on reverberating the words,
“I love you”
The wings of swans vanish
bidding adios
The nuptials of affections
dig tunnels into the past
where carcasses
of forbidden love lie scattered
The packets of “tata tea”,
the invisible embraces of Kannan Devan hills
stretching out from the green
slopes of Munnar
The abstractness of memories
vomited by pain and
the glistening wilds which
wipe away the fearsome grief
Now there is only mist,
the language, the ritual,
the religion and the god

