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Thursday, October 23, 2008

വെറും പൂവ്‌

ഒരു പൂവ്‌ വിരിയുകയാണ്‌,

ഒരു മുന്‍ വിധിയുമില്ലാതെ.

ഒരു കാറ്റില്‍ ഒരു പ്രണയം,

ഒരു ചലനത്തില്‍ ഒരു കവിത-

ഇതൊന്നും ഉന്നമല്ല.

ശരിക്കും ഓഹരി വിപണിയും

ഡോളര്‍ വിലയും നോക്കി പൂത്താല്‍

എന്താണെന്ന് ചെടികള്‍ ചിന്തിക്കുന്ന

ഈ കാലത്ത്‌ പൂവ്‌ ഒരു സന്ദേശമോ

സൂചനയോ ഒന്നുമല്ല.

വെറും പൂവാണത്‌.

വെറുതെയും പൂക്കാം.

മഹാപ്രസ്ഥാനം

പൂക്കളില്‍ വളരെക്കാലം
താമസിക്കുന്ന പൂമ്പാറ്റകളുണ്ട്‌.
ചിലപ്പോള്‍ അവ പുറത്തുവരും
അവ ഭാഷയറിയാതെ കാറ്റില്‍
പാറിപ്പറന്ന ശേഷം വീണ്ടും
പൂക്കളിലേക്ക്‌ തന്നെ തിരിച്ചു പോകുന്നു.
ഇതിനെ മഹാപ്രസ്ഥാനം
എന്ന് വിളിക്കാമോ?

That Leopard -poem by m k harikumar


That leopard surfaced
First from a textbook.
When there is none to look after,
It is natural for any beast
To go for some make overs.

It is a kind of redemption
For them to be off the paper,
For they need not be scared
Of poets and their verses.
Such ineffectual beasts like these-
Ones with no idea how to feed on grass-
Would be happy moving around
And go describing their times
with the textbooks. Of course,
that is what their pastime is.

Sadly though, our literary critiques
At our abodes of learning
Remind us of these tigers!!!

Corpse - poem by m k harikumar


How many times has he lain dead.
Many times he even stood dead.
He did not have to be told
As to how he should turn dead
At home, office and before kids.
He did it as a matter of course
He succeeded at it many a time
And no one noticed even when he failed.

Not for nothing it has become
An obsession with him, for,
It was a option better for him.

And he maintained his being
Excited and voracious in speaking
Of international and scientific issues.
Even while on a bus, he bounced on anyone
who just got leaned on his shoulders,
however, inadvertent the man was.
All the while, he had a rare faculty
Of hiding the fact that he was a corpse.
But when he lay dead,
he didn’t feel anything unusual.
It’s all sheer repetition.

But he had his composure poised, thinking
That he wouldn’t be asked to be dead gain.

If ever be alive, it has to be like this.

A Day-poem by m k harikumar

A Day comes before us
Cleansed up and fresh.
It tells us not to worry.
It’s a message that
every moment is yours.

The lives, which we refurbish
In some unknown times,
are a musing.
And, at times, when we forget
We all become different fast.
The difference is in our minds.

That difference is when
We leave behind
nothing with none!

Rain-It’s the same ever - poem by m k harikumar

Rain. It kept on and on,
Sans any more emotions.
And on its way forward
No sign of man it did find.

Rain didn’t imagine anything.
But it just went on pouring in
As if it was up against all symbols
Still, it wasn’t able to see anyone.

Rain is a constant flow:
It never ever changes
Nor takes any refinement.
Even pouring, for ages thro’,