Rice

It’s Carbon and Hydrogen,

The basis of all fuels,

The fuel of fuels.

No, it’s the rice.

Just the rice.

The grains of rice

Risen from the paddy box.

What a Kanji!

What a Kanji!

 

[In southern India, rice soup is regarded as a healthy beverage. In specific contexts, it is used to describe a miserly person, especially in the state of Kerala.

 

Call of appetite,

Put on rest,

Water and rice,

Still no praise,

Daily taste,

Still no praise.

 

Rice Cooked

To meal of meals.

Base of meals

Still no praise

What a Kanji!

What a Kanji!

 

Rice hidden

Risen from the paddy boxes,

With no rice

With no rise

What a time!

Even the lord of death.

Might the face of death.

What a time

With no rice.

 

Throw a good

Seed of paddy

Paddy bloomed

In many, many stages,

So many stages.

Basumathi Matta,

Jeerakashala,

Ponni Kuruva,

Jaya Pokkali.

 

Rice hidden

Risen from the paddy boxes,

With no rice

With no rise

What a time!

Even the lord of death.

Might the face of death.

What a time

With no rice.

 

Lush green cover,

Laid out a paddy field,

In the centre

Golden sewing,

From the light of the sun,

At times, the moon.

Wind of the sun

Light of silver shines

Wind of the moon

Light of the golden shines.

 

In the lush green

Field ran left and right,

In the days of bright.

In the days of light.

Boca of paddy,

Bloomed like a flower vase

In the golden shine

Ran left and right,

Blew in bright

Reminiscences

Of time.

What a time!

 

Stories a lot

The shine of rice

Rise of rice,

From the paddy cage,

Still no praise,

What a Kanji!

What a Kanji!

 

In the times of harvest

Is the time of energy.

In the times of harvest

Is the time of dance.

Breaking the cages

Of paddy boxes

Rice is risen

To fill the sacks

In the back of men,

To fill the belly,

In front of men.

 

It’s Carbon and Hydrogen,

The basis of all fuels,

The fuel of fuels.

No, it’s the rice.

Just the rice.

The grains of rice

Risen from the paddy box.

What a Kanji!

What a Kanji!

 

Rice hidden

Risen from the paddy boxes,

With no rice

With no rise

What a time!

Even the lord of death.

Might the face of death.

What a time

With no rice.

 

Engineer - Poem

To visualize a design,

For a stone, must draw,

The parable-sketch on the stone,

In a firm form,

Must form,

To shape,

In elegance.

To carve it on a stone,

Must know the throw of a stone,

Velocity and the math of,

Length and breadth and height.

And the math of bends,

And curves and twists and turns.

 

Fathom to sketch,

To trace on a stone.

To know, to throw,

Must know the

Need for a stone.

 

To throw

Must know

Stones name,           

The shades of stone,

History of stone,

And the strength of the stone.

To Learn the Stone,

Must scrub the stone,

And cut the stone,

And slice and slash.

 

To know the name,

To see the style,

To feel the grace,

Wait in patience,

Through the trials and tribulations.

Trial the stone

One after the other

Juxtapose

To see the contrast.

 

Must feel the feel of a stone.

Knock the stone,

Crush and weigh,

Appraise the stone.

 

To throw a stone

Measured stone,

Must know the price of it,

To see the price,

Must see the value.

To know the value

Must discover the stone-

Inside the stone.

 

To price the stone,

To control the price,

Know the user,

Know the bowler,

Know the loser,

 

Spread the stones,

Grade the stones

And calibrate.

To know,

To throw,

Layout in a line.

 

To throw,

Discover the new stones,

While the new stones shine,

To throw,

Know the value of new rocks,

Compare and benchmark.

Write the old stones story,

The History.

Finish the history,

Lay out the new stories

And welcome the new stones.

 

To store the stones

Build the stores.

Know the size of the stores.

To keep the stones aside.

Realise an emergency.

Decide on criticality.

Before the death arrives.

 

These stores of stones,

Not a cemetery of stones.

Unlocked always,

Time, the time of time,

To know,

To throw,

At one’s disposal

While Earth rotates and

While we sleep.

Stone's of state.

Still no state.

Local and foreign stones.

 

Stones own a legacy.

Preserve

And continue,

The incessant flow,

To continue forever

Today and tomorrow.

 

Protect the stones

The security stones.

Conserve it forever.

And build the edges

To Protect,

To Guard.

To defend.

The layer of security.

 

With the passing of the years,

Know the metamorphosis.

Knows the ups and downs.

Scrubbed stones,

Scrub it again.

Errors arise,

Alteration suffices.

Make the change.

 

Unfitting stones,

Moved forever.

Scrubbing the new stones,

Defining the new stores

And the shores.

To define the new,

To define the change,

Know the transitions,

And the transformations.

The clever monologues,

And master schemes,

Sketched as tactics.

 

Preserve the assets,

Name the stones.

Class the stones.

As pebbles,

As rocks,

As Marbles,

As Granites,

As diamonds,

Emeralds and rubies.

Name it and store it.

To know, to throw

Store it forever.

 

Must know

Whose stones

Where and when

When and why

Why and how

To learn the stone,

Learn the past,

Learn the edges,

Clutches of stones.

To throw, to know

Men to learn

The virtues and drawbacks.

 

To throw the stones,

Lay out in a line.

Line by line,

Like in a queue.

At times, a soft one.

At times, one by one.

Or in a chorus.

Like a big bang.

 

Change the casket,

Apply the heat,

Apply the pressure,

Heat the casket,

To test the stones,

To become the stones.

Test the bones,

Test the cases,

Power of stone,

Transform to the value,

Value of the stone.

 

To fix the errors,

Of stones and bones

Grass is not the way.

To fix the stones,

Must know the rocks.

To fix it swiftly,

Run and maintain.

With the passing of the years,

Wear and tear,

Bear on stones.

Rolled in the oils,

To slide and glide,

Till the stones faded.

 

To know the intricate,

Ask the questions,

Why and Why and Why.

Till you meet the bone of a stone.

Like in a fishbone,

Spread the puzzle,

Discern the meat and

Discern the bone.

 

Clutches of stone,

Need a measure.

Need a scale,

Scale of stones.

Year on year,

Measure the value.

Measure the velocity.

Preserve the value.

The value of stone.

The incessant flow,

To continue forever

Today and tomorrow.

 

 

 

ഉപദേശിയുടെ ഉദ്ദേശം

രണ്ട് കാലിൽ

   പന്തു പോലെ

മന്തുമായി

   വന്നു ഡോക്ടർ.

 

നിന്റെ നീരു-വീഴ്ച

    ഞങ്ങൾ

തൊട്ടു തൊട്ടു

    ചികിൽസിക്കാം.

 

പണ്ടു പണ്ടുള്ളൊരു

  ഡോക്ടർ

വണ്ടുപോലെ

  തെണ്ടി വന്നു.

 

എന്തിനാണെന്നറിയാമോ ?

 

നിന്റെ നീരു-വീഴ്ച

    ഞങ്ങൾ

തൊട്ടു തൊട്ടു

    ചികിൽസിക്കാം.

 

മദപ്പാട് ഉള്ള

 ഭ്രാന്തൻ

മതവുമായി

  വന്നു ചേർന്നു.

 

എന്തിനാണെന്നറിയാമോ ?

 

നിന്റെ നീരു-വീഴ്ച

    ഞങ്ങൾ

തൊട്ടു തൊട്ടു

    ചികിൽസിക്കാം.

Kera Land - Welcome Song

We are one, we are one.

Keral land ally united.

 

In the winds, in the rains,

We are one, under the sun.

 

In the woods, in the hills,

In the skies, in the soil,

We are one, we are one,

United under scorching sun.

 

Heros of peace and freedom.

Diving, riding, driving songs,

In the lakes, in the rivers,

 

Rides, tides in the seas,

Rides, tides in the ocean,

Strides in the seashore,

Strides Malayalam.

 

Kathakali, Chenda, Thullal festive.

We are one, we are one.

We are band of Keral Land.

We are band of keral Land.

The teacher

With rhymes and songs, the teacher’s

Magic embarks a new ocean.

With timeless poems and proses,

And the science and the numbers,

The teacher ignites the new boats and ships.

The Language and the grammar,

Tools of master magic,

Math magic yet another tool.

To paint a picture of thousand colors.

Guru taught me to ask questions.

You know, what he taught last.

Those were few questions.

Altogether those there three.

How? When? Where?

No. There was one more final question.

A question repeated several times.

Why? Why? Why?

It continued.

 

With a touch of love,

Or fondling of the thoughts,

With a spark of words,

Or the stroke of care,

Guru ignites the sleeping music in you.

Or the melodies pretending to sleep within you.

A true artist of all generations.

 

Is it not true?

A teacher painting the new pictures.

The new imaginations, ought to be called as an artist.

 An artist drawing thousands of student worlds,

And thousands of lives across the world-canvas.

 

In the new age world, with fancy dressing,

At times teaching to unlearn the learnings,

At times to discover modern learnings,

An indelible artist of all generations.

 

In the end, he taught one more lesson.

To convert the knowledge

Into the wisdom,

To convert the wisdom,

Into the mankind virtue.

Fear

Love any uncertain,

Sans snakes. 

I do fear snakes.

Don't you?

Not that, snake bite you always,

But, its uncertainty of a snake,

That kills you.

How do we know which ones

Carrying venom.

Like certain special humans we meet.

What a Profit

Raja from all India radio spoke.

All of us are running.

How do we get it?

 

He got profit in pepper,

I cut the coconut trees.

And planted the creeping pepper.

Unknown malady destroyed my pepper creepers.

His pepper in profit, my pepper in loss.

 

Someone got profit in vanilla.

He cut the mango trees and

Planted the vanilla vines.

The smell, The beauty.

The dark green umbrellas,

Spread the entire land.

Next year, the market came down.

Never raised after.

Vanilla vines in loss.

 

He cut cashew trees and planted the rubber.

Rubber is anyway profiting for all.

He entered; the rubber market found the graveyard.

Cashew prices went up to the heaven.

No cashew left with him, nor the cash.

 

Raja from all India radio spoke.

All of us are running.

How do we get it?

 

With bank and loans,

Next attempt was in stock market.

The stock he touched bombed.

From 10^th floor to first floor.

 

Loans started moaning.

What is the last hope?

Anybody can act in a movie,

Fame can lead to political party.

That is the last resort for anyone.

The movie he touched failed.

The party he touched failed.

He called his touch as the golden touch of failures.

 

One last attempt.

The real estate games.

That’s how other ones got success.

He entered to conquer lands.

The land value fell.

Faster than a Ferrari.

 

Raja from all India radio spoke.

All of us are running.

How do we get it?

Divine retreat center the final hope of failed people.

He said, prayers to God, that’s what left in me.

But big flood came, helicopters,

Saved his life picking him in ropes.

 

Any ropes of hopes left?

Corona came and conquered.

Nobody was spared.

The commands were loud and clear.

No one should speak, No should touch.

 

The Touch of success left him alone.

Corona rules. You can’t complaint.

This night will have an end.

Not just this night. Every night will have an end.

That’s quite right.

Everyone knows, that’s the next morning.

 

Should I start Pomegranate plantation.

What a profit that would be?

My Dear Pomegranate!!