Sunday, March 31, 2013


Perhaps I am only a grass 
Living on the top of this hill 
Trees here may think 
They are taller than me 
Million , trillion and zillion 
But they are beneath me 
As they cannot survive on the top 
Don’t have me any fear on hurricanes 
Heavy rains or floods 
I am always safe here. 
Indeed I am the first one here 
Blessed with the first ray of sun 
And it is me the first get a feeling 
Of a feather touch as soon as Moon 
Appears and I am always happy 
As getting the kisses of Breez continually 
Decorated with golden pearls at morning 
And brighten with a silver crown at night 
I am living here as a queen 
But the world always calls me as a grass 

Tuesday, March 26, 2013


My one and only desire
Ever in my life
Just to find the ocean of love
No greed push me to swim
Please God guide me
Just to see
The ocean ,my favorite Dream 

Monday, March 25, 2013


The throbbing of time
Metamorphose the fields of tears
As pure stone
I live in a home
Built with these stones
No love and dreams
Attack me here
A world of happiness

Saturday, March 23, 2013


Once here was a river 
A laughing river 
A caring river 
She cooled our throats 
She poured Gold 
Into our paddy fields 
She was a playground for our kids 
But we cut her vein 
We cut her throat 
We stabbed into her heart 
She can cry only now 
Forget to laugh 
But I still remember her lullaby 
Perhaps it is an obituary 
To my beloved river 

Friday, March 22, 2013


Enjoying the fragrance spreading from 

The yellow flowers of my bitter guard plants 
And looking at the greenery of my paddy fields 
Every day I take a morning walk 
Early awaken , bees , dragonflies , birds 
And butterflies always give me a company 
Glimmering with morning rays 
The pond in the middle of my fields 
Looks as a golden crown 
On my way here is a stream that 
Always rushed to the ladies 
Bathing and washing their clothes 
That is a venue too discussing hot gossip 
Among them .They always wish me 
Calling as Jann , though I do not like it 
The road is always busy with my 
Hi , bye friends , most of them are 
Milkman carrying milk cans 
The songs from nearby KALI temple 
Always break the silence 
The Kali temple is my destination 
I will pray as every morning 
‘’Makes my life pleasant and happy’’ . 

Thursday, March 21, 2013


My heart is a temple
Blessed with the presence of
God always
With each drop of my tears
I make a garland for him
With my sweet dreams
I light the lamps
With the carpet of my happiness
I welcome him always
No pilgrims  allowed to enter here
Till abandon all worries and egos
At the entrance .

Monday, March 18, 2013


Pleasing and pretty
The  precious treasure
Of my childhood
My niece Maya
Always fond of
Collecting  broken pieces
Of colorful bangles
All those we kept
In the toy home , we made.
On every Sunday
We made our toy home alive
With rice and curry of mud
And decorating the home
With wild flowers from alleyway
And counted our treasures
As one, two , three …………………….
But on a black day
My uncle shifted home
To a distant place
That was a terrible day for me
From then
I  played alone in our toy home
And counted my pebbles
In tears,as
 one, two , three…………………….


Where do you go ,
My little friend .
Your smile 
Your tears 
Our little little quarrels 
Your plays with me 
The moments we share cookies 
Our outings 
All these 
All these 
Follow me as my shadow .
Oh my little friend 
I cannot believe your absence 
But the board 
Still I wait for you 
Oh my little friend 
Where do you go. 

Saturday, March 16, 2013


I do like her beautiful eyebrow 
But she plucked it and draw something 
I do like her beautiful eyelash and eyelid 
But she painted it with colors 
I do like her reddish lip 
But she always use lipstick 
I do like melody 
But she likes rock 
I do like family movies 
But she likes action movies 
I do like watching discovery 
But she likes comedy serials 
I am a vegetarian 
But she is a non vegetarian 
I do like cheap outfits 
But she likes costly 
We are acting as ideal couples 

Monday, March 11, 2013


That was a shed , my preschool ,
With a roof of dried palm leaves
A shattering and old one
The teacher there was
An old man with crossed eyes
As a marshal always has a cane
In hand to make us learn
Sitting on the ground , polished
With cow dung , we learn 
Alphabets , on sand
Yes that was our slate
We always wait for Neethu,
The daughter , purple eyed ,
Of the landlord in the village
Always came in a a bull cart.
She was so cute
It is she made my little heart
Dreaming .Little dreams
Oh Neethu where are you now
I miss you really .

Sunday, March 10, 2013


She is handsome 

She is educated 
We love each other
But we are from 
Different religions
Conversion is a solution
I will never convert to
Her religion
She will never convert to
My religion 
But we love each other 
It is a puzzle
No solution in front of us 

Saturday, March 9, 2013


The river inside me
Polluted and exploited
Oh my God , it is drying now
Without the rain of love.
But I never let the river
Be a drained  .
Hopefully I look always
At the sky for a rain cloud .

Saturday, March 2, 2013


The last night
Broken sleep
Mixed with
Dreams and nightmare
A journey
With a beautiful angel,
Holding her hand,
Along the milky cloud
Was amazing and thrilling
But Soon she dropped me
And I fell onto an ocean
That was a horrible
But again an angel
Appeared and
She saved me to the land
The last night was
Thrilling with dreams
I awake now
Again my boring day

Friday, March 1, 2013


My morning walk
Up and down  on
The sandy beach
Makes my days
Pleasing and energetic
I always wonder
Keep watching
The Ongoing carvings
Of shallow waves
On huge rocks .
Oh nature
We learn all
From you .You are great .

Haiku #22 (Life)

  in  the prison of time , a  prince of dreams  ; handcuffed with fate