My this poem is the result of a scene I witnessed as I was waiting for a  return bus after work. A man totally intoxicated was sitting on the road side( with his bottle beside) and was raving. .. Although this sort of a scene is not very uncommon , it captivated my attention due to another’s presence…  that of a a  black dog’s.  As I saw it watching the man’s behaviour calmly( The man was  talking to the dog too…), I felt myself wondering: Who was here the actual “animal”…on a busy evening after work

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This poem describes what happens before the rain- generally and also in me… This is evident in the last stanza- I am very hesitant in walking even  to the nearest bus stop, ridiculously!  I prefer to take some sort of transportation..However, the clouds’ promise of the upcoming rain  motivates me to do otherwise…

(Before ) The Rain

Lipogram- “A composition in which a writer systematically omits a certain letter or certain letters of the alphabets”- Dictionary, Wikipedia. 

I learned ablout this technique from my on-line poetry writing course: Sharpened Visions- at Coursera. Wanting to write on Mother Kali for a long time, this method  helped me  in exercising the restraint I was looking for. Here I have used  only the vowel ‘O’ in composing this text.  I visualize Kali in the battle field, killing the Asura Raktabeeja. Let one hundred thousand Raktabeejas corner her, the Godess will tower on all at all times!

One more word:  I stumbled upon the slavic God Crnobog, ” the God of Darkness and the ruler of the world of the dead” (https://www.meettheslavs.com/crnobog-black-god/) in my search of a substitute for our God of Death – Yama , which did not suit the structural demand of my work. Since the name had only the Vowel I was using in my poem, it suited me perfectly. No racial reference or discrimination whatsoever is intended here. Kali-Lipogram

DON’T TAKE DRUGS. GET MARRIED : Even the morning rush of my not so cheap ride to catch a train could not blindfold my usually unobservant eyes as they stumbled upon  these two  lines written on a wall.

I searched greedily for further information.:- Who could be the author  of these lines? What  were they trying to convey?   ? The walls adjescent to the one with this message in white paint were also filled with some art work and/or  messages… However,  as my vehicle darted to its destination, I was left , as before, unenlightened .  I wanted to create something  special out of them.   My lack of a complete picture of the same posed some major questions  to me. But then,  I was remined of Keats’ words on Negativ Capability :

“when man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.”( From Internet)

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Hello friends!

Here is the Malayalam translation of my poem about my bus experiences in Kochi-“OnWheels”- Hope you remember it. If not, you can stll read the same here on my blog. Hope you enjoy the same:-) I still am not able to find a title for this one…. Malayalam on whels

Dear friends!

contrary to my usual style, my latest creation is in prose. This is cut out from my day to day/ night to night experience with mosquitoes. I see them sitting on my meshed window , looking for a way out to that endless sky, to freedom. Those deafening, ominous hands are unmistakably mine:-))) The rest is left to interpretations… The Will of a Mosquito

It is seldom that a translated version surpasses the original in beauty and gravity of expression. This, precisely, has happenned in the case of these ones. Though the translation itself was an attempt, I felt afterwards, that  through the German version, I could express more clearly, what I felt inside… It has been months that I wrote this poem…Engllish German version