Win

One to two – a win.

Two to three - a win.

Step by step,

Moving ahead.

Climbing the ladder,

One by one.

Winning the steps

One by one.

Stepping down

One by one.

Winning the steps

One by one.

 

2

 

From tail to head,

Victory in a move.

Front to back,

Victory in a move.

To be in sleep,

Win of peace.

Sleepless nights,

Yet another win.

Dreams - a win

Lost dreams - a win

Everything is a win,

In the lost world.

 

3

 

Laughing a win

Crying a win

Seconds a win and

Passing the seconds.

  

4

 

Knowing is winning.

Not knowing is winning.

Seeing is winning.

Not seeing is winning.

Hearing is a win.

Not hearing is also a win.

 5

Becoming one is a win,

Two is a win,

In a run, one wins,

In a jump, another win.

In dance, yet another win

Songs win dances, too.

Many wins, Many wings

 

6

Winning is a win.

Failing is a win.

In happiness

And in sorrow.

Let it come the

Victory of all wins.

Be it in births and deaths,

And the immortal wins.

Petals

 Hidden among the petals,

Hidden among the leaves,

Swing of rays,

Swing of hope,

Embodiment of desire,

Sweet sound of

Anklet moves.

It was sweetly sung

In lyrical beauty

That song, the song of love,

Flowing and caressing,

Fragrant and filling,

Everything around.

Anklets giggled always.

Sweet musical dance of anklets,

That is sung in the eternal voice.

Places without poison

 1

In front of God,

Hate-mongers,

Build temples of hate.

Many types of prayers,

Divided into classes,

Hate-mongers

Rising like towers,

Call it temples of worship,

Still hope to become one.

In front of the hot liquid,

In front of the spirit of life,

Hope to become one.

The more the spirit,

The more it divides.

One to two and two to three.

Still more spirit, split into parts.

 

2

 

Only one place of oneness,

That’s the land of sports.

Playground, the ground of heaven,

No one calls a goal a Christian goal,

Nor a Hindu goal or a Muslim goal,

A goal is a goal; we clap for the goal.

As one, we clapped for all the goals.

Only one place of oneness,

That’s the land of sports.

Playground, the ground of heaven.

A lie

Will the lies above

Becomes true below?

Who tells more lies

Believe more lies.

Then innocents,

And stupid

Join them.

Lie grows,

Lie mountains,

Mountain faiths,

Faith of lies,

Can't it be true?

Everyone believes,

Everyone says,

Everyone prays,

Cant it be true?

Even doctors and scientists

Joined them.

Then the lie

Must be the truth.

Even the leaders like lies

Weight of lies.

The mountain lies.

The mountain gives birth to hills.

Hill of lies.

You hear it every day,

It's soothing like songs,

Truth is painful.

Can a lie be true?

Whose truth is truth?

God - the lie.

Satan - the lie.

Ghost - the lie.

Science the truth.

 

An error is an error,

In science, not for God.

The one and only truth,

That’s science.

Human, the truth.

Animal, the truth.

Nature, the truth.

Everything literature,

That’s the truth.

 

Aim of the adviser

1

In both legs

Two balls

Like Elephant legs

Arrived the doctor.

 2

 Shall treat your

Cold and cough.

Said the doctor.

Shall treat your

Cold and cough.

Said the doctor.

3

 The doctor from

The past arrived like

A scoundrel.

Like a hornet.

 4

 You know why?

 5

Shall treat your

Cold and cough.

Said the doctor.

Shall treat your

Cold and cough.

Said the doctor.

6

 The mad man

With wild ideas

Arrived with

Faiths of madness.

 7

 You know why?

 8

Shall treat your

Cold and cough.

Said the doctor.

Shall treat your

Cold and cough.

Said the doctor.

Kerala – A Monalisa

 [After reading an article written by Sanu Master in Deshabhimani about Kerala.]

1

Kerala – the beauty queen,

Smiling and crying like Monalisa,

Chuckling land,

Dancing left and dancing right,

Like the trees in the winter,

One step to the left,

And next to the right,

Like Messi, playing

To the left,

And to the right. 

2

Kerala - the beauty queen,

In the madness of imagination,

Two colours change in the face,

Of Kerala, land of Monalisa.

Still, a few dream only one colour,

That should be red,

Like the red of shyness,

Like the red of love,

Like the red of revolution,

Before the dreams fade,

Artists throw many colours

Not knowing the colours

Not uttering the colours

Strokes on walls and streets.

Politics dances in the street,

Not knowing the mind,

And the inner soul,

Birds dance left and right.

Smiling and crying

Like the Monalisa of da Vinci.

Vision

In search of light, why search in woods?

When the truth is glowing in front of you.

Can’t you see what you are skilled to see?

If you can’t see that truth in daylight,

How can you see beyond the sight?

Can't measure the depth of deepness,

Why search for lies to cover the truth?

When the truth is glowing in front of you.