Saturday, October 25, 2025

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.

Friday, October 24, 2025

Jagathy Poem

 You got Visa, it's in the News,

If it's blocked, then it's in the news.

If you go there, it's News

If you don’t go, then the News as well.

If you are sent off, then it's News

They hold you back, it's also News.

If you speak, it's a sin

If you don’t, then it's also a sin.

To prove that you are a citizen here,

You need 347 documents.

Still, people dream of flying,

To the United States without any docs.

Poet Dream: “Boundless world.”

Mimicry

Imitating sounds,

Languages formed.

Emulating the voices,

Songs streamed in their way.

All arts in this world,

Commenced with mimic.

Mimicry is the

Mother of all arts.

Mimicry - the first art.

Everyone in this world,

Unknown mimicry performers.

All men drama actors,

Drama is also a mimicry.

The mimicry that starts,

In the birth continues

Till death.

Robot and Robert

 1

Now, Robert will do everything,

Not Robert, it’s Robot.

Robot, don’t be egoistic,

AI is behind you.

Never forget that.

  

2

 

Oh…You are AI; I see!

You too, don’t be egoistic.

Behind you, computing chips,

Electronics is the base.

Electronics are too self-absorbed.

  

3

 

Physics is the basis of everything.

Oh, I see

You think chemistry does not exist.

Nobody needs to be in high spirits.

Everything is math.

Nothing flies over math.

You got it from language.

Language is the mother.

 

4

Mother taught me language.

The mother's language

Grandmother taught the mother.

That way, biology is the base.

Biology is everything.

  

5

 

It all began with nothing.

Nothing in math is zero.

So, it's math-based.

  

6

No, it's from God.

No, it’s from energy.

No, it's from God.

No, it's from energy.

God is energy

That way, physics is everything,

You know, E = MC Square

That’s math.

No, it's physics.

Physics created math.

 7

 Physics originated from Math,

Maybe,

Chemistry originated from Physics,

Maybe.

 8

 Mother gives birth to a daughter,

Daughter can give birth,

To a potential mother.

Physics is the first mother.

Then who is mother's mother?

I mean the grandmother.

Don’t ask me again,

Mother's Mother is an amoeba.

Amoeba's mother is energy.

Energy does not have a father or a mother.

 

 

Poetic History - Malayalam Language

 1

 Gestures that turned to sounds,

 Sounds echoed words,

 Words by mouth and riddles,

 Riddles rained eternal songs.

  

2

 Words ignited and moved,

Vocal music to the ears,

Ignited the sparks,

Candles of the past gleam,

Epic Bharath's stories and Ramayan.

Stories told and-

Stories sung.

 3

Words drawn in paintings.

In the trees and the walls.

In the stones and the soil.

Stones over rocks,

Scribbled and carved,

New stories and pictures.

 

4


Printing Press - the new fire,

Men scribbled the new tales,

Scribbled tales into records,

Records into stories and

Stories into poems.

 

Then the poems into-

Short stories,

Into cartoons and Novels,

To the dramas and cinemas.

 5

 Stories and Poems,

Dreams and streams,

And the blood of dreamers,

Under the names of

Poets and authors.

 

Under the name of poets,

Poems started flying,

Into the skies of imagination.

Into the boundless world.

 6

The words that started flying,

Began glowing like a blazing sun.

The words that started flying

Began glowing like a blazing sun.

 

Vocal songs of Martyrs of the past,

Vadakkan Paattu, Thekkan Paattu,

Ayya Paattu, NagaPaattu,

Vettakkoru makan, bhadrakali,

Kolam thullal , thumpi thullal,

Songs and dances of the past.

Songs and dances of the past.

 

[Vadakkan-North and Thekkan- South; Paattu -songs; Thullal- Wild Dance]

7

In the paddy fields,

Folk songs that ploughed,

Driving men and the cattle,

To plough and dig and,

Throwing the seeds.

Then the transplant seedling,

In the soil of labour,

Plundering the weeds,

With many songs and many Rituals,

Folklore songs - the energy to drive,

The soil of the mother.

 

8

Black Magics and Bodhochaadanam,

A work of a psychic with,

Powders of five colours.

Drawing the Kalams and Kolams,

Praising Desha Bhagavathi,

Dancing of vellichappadu,

Thottam Paattu, Padeni Paattu,

Rituals of many orders.

 

[Bodhochadanam: Rituals, Kalam: Traditional Drawings for prayers, Kolam: Traditional Drawings for prayers, Velichappadu: Priest, Thottam Paattu: Folk song, Padeni Paattu: Folk song]

 

9

 

Then the lullabies,

And the Cradles.

Thuyilunarthu songs,

And songs of warriors,

In Vadakkan songs.

Villadichan in Thekkan songs,

Chenganoorathi in Kuttanad.

Paluvam women tightened,

To enter the scenes,

Igniting songs of Paluvam Pennu.

Songs of Kuruppan men,

Those of Thacholis,

The Warrior stories of-

Many centuries.

 

10

 

From ear to ear,

Stories told from mouth to ear,

Like wind to trees,

Myths turned seeds,

And seeds into myths.

For centuries sung,

The same old songs.

Sangha Poets and Mozhi Per Desam,

Pointer to Chol Per Desam,

In the times of Nannan,

King of men of-

Kerala Tamil and,

Malayalam.

 

 

11

 

Started in round letters,

Then the lengthy letters,

Grandha Script combined both,

Bhrami Script and Pallava Script.

Arya script smoothed all.

Step-by-step Karintamizhu script,

Then to the Dravidian script,

With Poems and songs,

Ramacharitham and Leela Thilakam,

Linguistic culture.

Cultured the culture.

 

 

12

 

 

In the Dravidian script,

Starting with 30 letters,

Rounded the letters,

The round letters.

With more sounds

Of Malayalam,

51 letters to sing the songs.

No, it's sweet 56.

 

Chacko Master

 [A movie character, a math teacher, who thinks everything in this universe is math.]

 

Chemistry dances in physics.

Physics dances in chemistry.

Chemical and Physical

Dances in biology.

In computers,

It’s the electronics dance.

In electronics, it’s physics.

Everything is the magic of math.

Everything is math.

Math is everything.

Bha Bha Bha…

Whose Baby ?

 [Some people take ownership of anything they hear. They may not know the structure, root, leaves, or branches.]

 

Queen in the north vomited.

And the queen in the south.

Vomiting in all directions.

Not sure about dad,

Though not the right dad,

And no ownership,

Such a beauty queen,

Hundred men lined up,

To become a reliable dad;

Of a fatherless child;

Of a fatherless pregnancy.

Someone said,

Not a change in periods,

But a change in food.

 

She still vomited,

To the crown of dads,

Waited for delivery.

 

Oh, Hera, the Greek goddess

It's true, it’s a food disorder.

In the end, he said:

“I can own anyone’s baby, but, Oh Hera,

Why the hell do you eat a ton of Jack fruit?” 

Thursday, October 23, 2025

Time

Not sure about the beginning

Neither end of the time nor timing.

Time wakes up while sleeping.

Not knowing the rest and rise.

Waiting for the rise,

Sleepless time.

It’s the time and the timing.

 

Rotates in hours,

Around the clock,

Not bothered to stop,

Not even in a dream.

 

The time that runs,

The time that probs,

Lucky time and,

Time of fate.

Time of judgement.

Lack of time, Spoiled time,

It’s the time and timing.

 

 

Time that passes

The time that waits and,

That never waits

It’s the time and the timing.

 

Time when time-poor,

What a time! Such a time!

Still some more time,

At times, you have time,

At the time of death,

And dying time.

To rise from the dust,

What a time! Such a time!

Wednesday, October 22, 2025

War

Sore was swollen.

He scratched.

It burst and surged.

Pus flows normally.

Many boils grew there.

Sores found its stream.

To another man.


Nobody could stop the flow.

One boil there,

One bursts the boil of the other,

Other bursts two boils in return.

Now the difference is one.

It sprouted again,

The war started on one boil.

 

Tricky moves

Tumours burst.

One of his

And in return one.

Started bursting

One after another

Sometime there

Two sores burst.

Here it became four.


A number of boils,

Boiled one after the other.

Swellings started spinning

Pain uncontrolled.

Both in sores and wounds,

No one came with scent,

They continue to rub,

Wounds were raw,

Blood was dripping,

No end to war,

Stepped on each other's wounds,

Why did they continue?


It’s the swollen sores.

And the pus flows

Natural to all sores.

To barrel of the mind,

You can't break the pawn.

War started in the mind.

Boils on the body.

Then the war of bodies.

 

A war bursting boils,

Body boil sprouted in the mind.

You can't handle it with a gun

Show the mirror,

In front of the gun.

Show the mirror,

In front of the gun.

Let the mirrors also break.

All the mirrors are broken now,

Still, the sores remain.

Still, the scores remain.

Is that one or two?


Still, the sores remain.

Still, the scores remain.

Is that one or two?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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