It did matter

6.30am. The blue bus screeches, coming to a sudden halt in front of my house. The sky would have just started to bleed and I would walk past the wooden gates to the doors which jolted open. If you are lucky, you can sleep through quiet music. Else drowsy, half asleep, singing along “Crawling” under…

Tethered

You flutter and stutter, Tethered to my finger In blue, red and yellow Your dance moves linger, Fly high my love, But what do you see? Beyond the swollen sea What do you see? A meadow, a hill or a forlorn figure? A hope, a dream or a lost old fevour? A promise, a mistake…

A random post

A random day in a random year. My wall has been littered with advertisements, campaigns, rants, pictures and all kinds of relevant and irrelevant information. Oh sorry, forgot to mention, Facebook ‘wall’. I scrolled up and down aimlessly on my computer screen. For most of the Malayalees, elections are high on priority. Pictures of streaked…

The estranged daughter

“Really? You write in Malayalam? But why? How?” Many a times I have been asked this question and sadly, I still fail to give a concrete answer. The truth is, at times, I’m drawn into this inexplicable urge of writing in Malayalam. The obscure pleasure I get when I breath life into words and those words…

Confessions of a red rose

I get drunk on the showers, And sway in the cold breeze, But know that, its your presence That I wait for everyday Oh do not be sulky I stay tightly curled Weary of strange hands, And walled by callous thorns, For its on your care, that I unfurl And your love that I spread…

A rib from another rib

Just as everything else in this world is made in pairs, the Lord created woman from a man’s rib to be his companion. Ouch, It would have been hurtful to lose a rib. Millions of years have gone by, is the pain of losing a rib still buried deep down a man’s heart? I wonder.. Men…

Revisiting the ‘Tryst with Destiny’

Sixty eight years ago, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, the first Prime Minister of independent India, made one of the most inspiring speeches ever by a head of government to his countrymen. The PM urged young India to start spreading her wings out into the vast expanses of freedom. He spoke about the ‘triumphs’ and ‘achievements’ that…

Muscat, One last time

The unmistakable ‘imama'(turban) with a mix of subdued brown grey and beige and the long flowing dish-dasha were part of the fabric in my memory. Then came the mellow drift of Arabic ‘As-salamu-alaykum'(Peace be upon you) followed by the pleasantry, ‘Kaif Al hal’ (How is it going). A native Omani has his own dialectical intonation…

May peace be with them. .

I woke up abruptly, as if someone had shaken me up from deep slumber. Totally disoriented and confused. I usually do get up at midnight. But I today I felt disturbed. Did I have a dream? I dont remember. In the dim green back-light of my watch I searched for my glasses, ahh.. its 3!!…

Mea culpa, Mea culpa, Mea maxima culpa

Its not a thing that I can easily forget. Not a thing that I can disclose. It is definitely not a thing I would want to discuss. Why? Because my ego does not want to bow down before you. But today, in my colosseum walled of ego, I won a battle with myself, brought the…

Romancing the rain

I could feel it in the air last night while returning home. . You blew the shawl off my shoulder, sweeping the roads, tickling the leaves. .You came charging into my home as I open the doors, making the curtains fly high and banging the windows. As I stand in the balcony, I could hear the…