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is BSc in Microbiolgy and MA in English Literature. Published
two books of Poems and held a number of painting exhibitions all
over India. Poems have been published in Indian Literature,
Kavya Bharati, PEN, The Telegraph, Asian Age, Femina, Bare root
review of Minnesota university etc. Poems have also appeared in
various Anthologies.Short Stories have been Published in The
Little Magazine, The Heritage Magazine, Eve's Monthly, Asian
age, Cha; an Asian literary journal from HongKong etc.
KERALA, BRIDE
OF THE OF RAIN GODS.
Cracked earth and thirsting rivers sigh,
In memories of a green world.
Tree -stumps raise supplicant arms
To the harsh, blue sky for rain drops.
The skeletal remains are alphabets
of death on the parched earth .
Season of spring and new beginnings;
Season of hope and golden mangoes;
Ripened bananas and golden boughs of laburnums,
Tremble like desires on leafless trees.
Red star bursts of flame- of- the- forest,
Carpeting hills and valley floors .
Season of a thousand divinities
celebrating 'Poorams' across the land,
'God's own country'
where the land becomes the god.
Each family has their own deity,
each man his own god,
the absence of a god is a presence
of one more faceless, bodiless idol ,
in the thick of so many divine presences,
Gods of different shapes and colour;
where even after death,
Man becomes a god in the sacred grove,
a stone ancestor worshipped by all.
Season of golden flames and silver tunes,
Drum beats and clashing cymbals .
The land is a fecund young woman again,
Waiting for sun and rain
to join in a celestial dance.
Passion, slumbering beneath
the skin of green, and blue of sky,
bones of rock and veins of the gurgling rivulets
trilling, for a story, a love story.
The monsoon duet of land and sky
Aria against nature's opera,
Thunder in the heavens
Sizzling tongues of flame
Seize the world in frenzy.
Kerala, shivers and closes her eyes,
whirling round the tiny yellow flowers
swirling about her in the breeze,
her fragrance of jasmine,
Garlands in her hair,
Swathing her,
Coiling round her silken plaits,
Passionate snakes undulate
In the mating dance
In secret rites of their own
Thunderous lips and lightening Smiles
Sheets of water, warm and moist,
Satiate the waiting earth.
THE NEW SCRIPT
An ancient light reads
The hieroglyphs of yesterday-
Eyes were necessary, fingers too.
To play "handmaiden" to light.
The 'bar-codes' stand, black and white
New-age dolmens, simple and straight.
A new now light, man made laser
Braille the spaces, the distance speak.
Emptiness has alphabets,
Light has tongue-
Sans mouth sans eyes sans fingers
The cold metal machines
Do it all for you.
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