Paints

Fragmented is my reality

My pallette of only black

And the heart asks for reds

Yet I paint it in gradients

Shades of black into greys

Or the absence of either

The canvas has its colours

I paint around enclosing it

Like a storm brewing

Or like murderous barbrians rampging

Of all the good in siege

Encircled by the thirst of death

Such macabre musings are 

Such are musings of mine

I have ridiculed storms in my breath

I have ravaged the stormy seas

If life should come calling

I shall be the siren at the cliffs

Lure it into the rocky shallows

Set that wreck adrift in the seas

No moon shall shimmer a glimmer

For there is no hope to wallow for

Abandoned is beautiful mornings

Abhorred is make believe and dreams

If you still come calling

Know full well my heart is forever dark

Your cries shall hold no candle to it

For it only darkness I cast

Just Malayali Things

Who moved my uppilithathu bottles

Screamed mom, 

Just Nair Things, only Nair's know

Mom sure knows who did it

Wasn't me, I was in Mumbai

She is alone at home, been so for years 

"I haven't spoken to you in a while"

She says abruptly, after speaking an hour before

Just Malayali things, yes I guess

"Amma, I am fine. Have you eaten" I ask.

"Chakka kuru kootan" , she says adding

"I remember you roasting the kurus in the adupp"

I miss those times, 

    I remind her that was with ammamma, not her.

She sighs, "Ah yes, I wish I was there"

I ask again "Amma, are you well?"

She adds "Yes, I miss you too"

In this mix of abrupt replies

I miss her annoying me with her stupid daily soaps

Amma is fine, I just wish I was.

Nair Ammas are oddly strong, or maybe mine is.

I wait to meet her, I miss Kerala.

Songs of the Seven: #1 For all my tribes

One shall arrive

On winds that shall scatter the dust

Carrying the one

The spirit in a calf

You all should bow

To none other than the calf

And hold his hand high

For he is the bringer of life

He may forsake you and all life

To protect the little spirit

But you must not harm

For he only seeks my will

When the day arrives

Be there amongst the arid dry fields

Welcome his coming

Respect his wish

What else would I love more

Than to be drenched in your sweat

Breathing into my ears like rumbling clouds

Tingling my senses like lightning

While you like the wind turn and tumble

Pinning me down in a fierce embrace

Mixing into me like water into clay

To glisten under the moon lit night