Wednesday, 21 December 2016

random thought

have you noticed it? you are what your thoughts mold of you at any particular point of time.
when your thoughts are full of hatred, you fly your toy aeroplane right on to the dream tower of some poor child on beach sand.
and when your thoughts are full of love, i surely dont have to tell you, in so many words, what all things you actually do.


Sunday, 28 August 2016


kikkili idaarundo?

who comes stealthily
from behind, tickling grandpa
soft under the chin?

Saturday, 6 August 2016


firefly! how come
you blink inside my blanket
this cold monsoon night?

Thursday, 21 July 2016


in my dim attic
dad's old easy chair -- spotlit
in skylight, dust haze


Saturday, 16 July 2016


new day dawns, my dear!
listen to the rooster's call--


Tuesday, 12 July 2016

Writing tip

After putting together my first book late in life, I realize there can be something of an overall theme in anything one may come to record in a diary kind of blog without the thought of a script.

Amidst the trash you shoot randomly on camera, you find the footage you need to tell your story. What you have to do is to put the bits in the proper order on the editing desk when you feel the theme is fully developed.


Return of Sherlock Holmes

Dear friends,
I am reviving this blog, asleep since April 2015.
Between then and now, I self-published a slender volume of poems Blow Again, North Wind, which is a collage of lines taken from this blog.

The book was launched at a meeting of my friends at the Thiruvananthapuram Press Club last month (June 19, 2016).
It is a kind of book you can read without any strain during a two-hour train journey. I am sure you will like it. There were two television interviews, in which I tried to describe what it was all about, perhaps unsuccessfully. The theme is just as elusive as the dissipating mist.