KUNJUBI: SONG OF SONGS

OUR SHADOWS.....

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 28 Aug 2018 17:26:00 +0000

Sparkling moon beams over the rhythmic waves.
Midnight sky with a deep gray haze.
I tread silently on cold comforting sand.
Calm silence was broken with soft footsteps behind.

Our shadows met that night along the shore.
They danced in the moonlight.

They sang by the sea.
Heaven was ours for those moments you were with me.

I turned to watch the sunrise,
and you were gone.
Where? How far? I'll never know.
But, I knew that night I glimpsed into my soulmates' eyes.
Now I walk alone by the sea again.
Hoping one day you'll come this way.
My shadow questions me, with rage,
But I painfully turn away.

My shadow still searches for you each day.
I secretly pray, she finds you some way.
I long to dance in the moonlight again.
Maybe this time your shadow won't leave me again.

AN ETERNAL GAME

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 12 Mar 2018 01:38:00 +0000

As the life of human beings, we see around the world
The gold fish is outside its bowl, , which is its abode,
And the pussy cat, roaming around for its prey.
Man and woman are juxtaposed
One in the bowl and the other waiting
For a chance, to devour it..
Everywhere it is the same;

In religion, politics, matrimony,
Friendship, affection and even in games
The round plug wants a square hole or
The square plug wants a round hole..
Without compromise, without reprieve,
Unhappy lives, intolerant and incoherent
Beauty and beast or beast and beauty
In awkward states, life’s idiosyncrasies!.

Diametrically opposed to each other in
Manners, behavior and styles, thoughts and feelings;
For survival, gasp for breath outside the bowl;
And drowning in sorrows, inside it.
A pathetic human story of strife
Of heart burns, woes, and suffering.

Anything or anyone not in their natural abode
Become misfits and make life miserable.
Co-existence pose problem and along with that
Peace and harmony will vanish.
Keep them where they belong to;
Let the gold fish remain in its bowl
And the kitten, lick its lips and mooch around.

FORECAST... DEATH..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 01 Nov 2017 16:11:00 +0000

Death is not an event, which waits for
Anyone, to attain seventy, or eighty.
Along with the moment of the first cry
Announcing your arrival into this world
We kick start the indicator of time, to get moving.

We are an isle surrounded by death.
We can complete or fulfill naught.
Even our love life will not be complete.
The sword of Damocles is hanging above our head.
In death, do we enter a timeless, space less tunnel?

When thoughts, desires, consciousness freeze,
When thoughts become stills on the screen of the mind,
Time also vanish along with it,
The screen becomes a blank,
The projector of the mind stands still.
A spark emerges like a drop, into our being
Into our silence, into that eternity,
And we taste the sweetness of the spirit!
That is attainment, freedom from all bondage,
Liberty and divine love!

THE LIFE THAT IS.......

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 01 Nov 2017 15:56:00 +0000

When and where do you find
Happiness in our small life?
When do you find agonizing grief?
When the illusion of dreams disseminate,
What is the significance and implication,
Of desires?
Ambitions?
Aspirations?
Where is frustration?
Where is ecstasy?

We learn to smile through weeping and crying!
We learn to walk by stumbling down many a times!
We become adept in forgetting, and ignoring.
Through lessons, in loving others.
And learn to betray and deceive also by
Defrauding our very own conscience, and values.

Where is truth?
Where is enlightenment?
Where is darkness?
Where is affection and sincerity?
How can we discern the light of the dawn or dusk,
When a curtain of smog, has befallen before us?

When we walk under the hot sunlight
We covet for a cool shade for refuge.
And while resting there, we forget the intensity
Of the heat, in the cruel rays of the summer sun.
We always forget ourselves in our shelter,
And inadvertently enter the sea of unhappiness
To drown in desperation, grief and woes…

Journey of life never stop until you totally not stopped. It is already decided by supreme power, how long you have to travel. Everyone don't have same ...

A LIFE... BLISSFUL

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 22 Oct 2017 01:33:00 +0000

Sparkling moon beams over the rhythmic waves.

Midnight sky with a deep gray haze.

I tread silently on cold comforting sand.

Calm silence was broken with soft footsteps behind.

Our shadows met that night along the shore.

They danced in the moonlight.

They sang by the sea.

Heaven was ours for those moments you were with me.

I turned to watch the sunrise,

and you were gone.

Where? How far? I'll never know.

But, I knew that night I glimpsed into my soulmates' eyes.

Now I walk alone by the sea again.

Hoping one day you'll come this way.

My shadow questions me, with rage,

But I painfully turn away.

My shadow still searches for you each day.

I secretly pray, she finds you some way.

I long to dance in the moonlight again.

Maybe this time your shadow won't leave me again.

BIRTH TIES..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 19 Oct 2016 14:40:00 +0000

Consangunity has no value

They remain as drawings on the water.

A stream that drifts between birth and death;

A line on the water in the river of life.

In the heavenly systems that orbits in the universe

Drawing near and drift away shuddering in its course.

In an isle of earth and inside an inn there

I am just a guest; just a strange guest only.

I can hear on one side mirthful laughter;

On the other whimpering in grief and cries.

Who is the custodian of this inn?

God or Satan? Or God and God only...

KUNJUBI

THE UMBILICAL CORD

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 19 Oct 2016 14:17:00 +0000

History is an umbilical cord
That entwine around the neck like a noose
While we sleep and dream.
The tapping sound of the boots
Running through the chest
Are the sounds of hoofs on cobble stones.

Somebody have blackened the truths
And somebody have white washed the lies
And together they formed as wrinkles
On the forehead and formed a blackhole
No light can penetrate and expose.

When the Orion blinks its eye for a jiffy
The footsteps falters and the earth underneath
Is washed away making a fierce sound.

The head stones in the cemetary
Only reveals the date of births and deaths.
But never account the events that happened
In the past, nor the changes in political maps
Nor the boundaries of kingdoms or empires.

History is an umbilical cord
That entwine around the neck like a noose
While we sleep and dream.
When the noose tightens and we suffocate
For air to breath , may be the present
Will beckon us to join and find ourselves amidst it.
Till then will wait and see......

KUNJUBI

A HEARTBEAT AWAY..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 30 Aug 2016 23:46:00 +0000

Desires. Like A tailor bird, are weaving out a tiny nest,

With a thousand dreams.

Expectations silently lighted the lamps

Umpteen times, frequently had to put it out,

Again and again, in frustration.

Saddening realities have entered from remote

Unknown areas of disillusionment.

I was erecting a splendid edifice

On the land of my dreams and imaginations,

Even while time clasps shackles on my wrist.

My very small aspirations conserved

In the garret of my mind, still look forward to

Sing lullabies in elation, in its realization.

Life is like a paper boat in the lake of tears,

Drifting rudderless, in the midst of the vast

Expanse of water, and rocking in the waves;

Far away shores remain unseen, in the stark

Darkness of the vagabond night.

No one to share the anguish in the mind;

No one to help, to set down my burden.

Somewhere in the far corner of the horizon,

A few stars are staring at me, through the veil

Of darkness, with wrath, appearing like sentinels,

And the streak of lightning piercing the darkness,

Cannot placate the condemnation of the night.

I am still awaiting to hear the song of the Sea birds,

as I am befuddled with my directions;

Seeking the shores, struggling in the arms of the waves.

The flame of my hankering is swaying

in the Eddies and vortices with life’s turbulence.

The earthen pots of scorching pain are seeking

Water to quench its burning thirst.

In the chilling breeze around the corner,

The sun painted the eastern sky with crimson

Surrealistic images, and it looks like the shore is nearby now..

~. KUNJUBI

A TINKLE IN THE HEART..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 19 Aug 2016 13:50:00 +0000

The amorous tinkle of your anklet

I heard, and the sweet treads in

the corridor sounded, when you came in;

Like the golden rays of the evening sun

Coming filtered through the colored

Panes, of my window.

As a soft overture, when someone touches

The strings of my tense heart,

Like the raindrops settling on the leaves,

Squirting nectar on my life

I was enthralled to hear the soft footsteps.

When you paddled into my chamber

Like the bee, circling around the floret,

Shrouded by minuscule drops

Of the morning snow,

As the footsteps approached me

I found you as another magnificent sun,

Trying to drown in the ocean, of my silent love.

The golden hue of the sun covered you

In silhouette;

The buds of my ecstasy bloomed;

In those moments, I became one in you

And you became one in me.

The earth and the sky stared to find out

The lover, of this gorgeous bride and asked.

“Whoever is the bridegroom of this nymph? ”

The breeze whispered into the ears of the

Flower. ”What will happen to night? ”

And a few stars peeped out from behind the curtain,

In coy meekness, and blinked gleefully.

KUNJUBI

ADIEUS.... SO LONG...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 19 Aug 2016 13:06:00 +0000

There is no dispensation for love,

To a maiden who is entitled only

For a mound of earth in the end as her grave

For her eternal rest, and no rights allowed

To have even dreams, while alone.

My heart has turned into a book

Already eaten by white ants,

And could become dust any time.

When I say farewell, I have only

One memento left in me.

To give you, when I bid farewell at last;

A mind, dried up of dreams, and,

A soul made destitute.

There are thousands of meaningful meanings

In the words, we have kept unsaid.

I am carrying the stinking rags of dreams

Which we shared unknowingly through withered

Lonely desolate nights and silent moments;

Carrying it like grey and pale dreams

What is left undone is the slaughter of those

Dreams and I have to undertake that

And lay a wreath on it.

And we both part our ways in two directions

Without saying any more words!

Adieu...

KUNJUBI

MONSOON RAINS...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 12 Aug 2016 15:53:00 +0000

Heavy rains… It’s raining helter- skelter!
Unable to see beyond the courtyard;
Hardly hear anything other than the clatter..
Like pelting, on a tin roof.
This is the monsoon of torrential rain of pain;
Of sodden wicks in the lamp of hopes,
With traumatized desires: desires fondled
In the soul for long, through life’s tempestuous
Paths, rugged, and hazardous.
Heavy rains of tears of desolation,
From the long summer of desertion,
Evaporated and condensed, now falling down
As heavy rain, seeking me..
A long lost lover!

Soft fingers of reminiscence are clasping,
And flouncing, all over my body.
In the haste, the fingers become unsteady
And detach with a spasm of anguish in the mind.
I sense someone, whispering into my ears,
Confiding adorable words of affection,
Discreetly stimulating the heart.
A familiar emotion other than grief!

In the vales of the darkened gloom
Of despondency, shadows creep around.
On the doorsteps of reflections
Some foot treads are overheard.
Outside the window a dream flashed
With a lightning, out of the blue…
This rain will die down, and the morning dew
Will sparkle, on the grass blades again.

~ KUNJUBI

EVOLUTION OF THE MAGICAL TOUCH......

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 09 Aug 2016 06:39:00 +0000

She touched him like a whisper....
Their eyes met like a touch; softest of its kind,
Like a feather; as a spark of electricity.
Love is not love till the moment, it is given,
The inception of that eternal emotion
Could stem from a mere look only.
That look develops and spread into
Innumerable spheres of love and affection.
Mutually attracted, is the first stage.
Body language rapidly shows changes, in
Body temperature, heart beats, respiration;
Parched throat, and sweating hands.
Who is in control of these reactions?

Emotional attachments have two dimensions:
Attraction based on body, image, beauty,
Complexion, intelligence, and tastes;
Then albeit all these, based on beliefs, interests,
And occupation; still the depth increases
On basis of confidence on the beloved,
Sharing of thoughts, happiness and woes,
Dreams, aspirations, and too personal secrets.

Nevertheless man or woman, they speak
About everything hidden and unhidden
Without reservation; without hesitation.
You will adore the relationship always
And adhere to each other.
It opens the vistas of beauty, interest,
And pellucid relations.
If such a degree of adherence, cannot be reached
It becomes stale and ephemeral.
It turns to a mechanical exercise.
The substance of relationship becomes romance,
Without which the love life, cannot blossom.
In it, you recognize the truth of love.
It helps to make a better lover and partner.

Romance flow out of the heart and
Preserve the loyalty and fidelity
Towards your partner in love.
The ardent desire, the zeal, the obsession,
In suppressible passion,
You are prepared to do whatever you can
For the one whom you love.
As your mind and body surrenders
And you gift your whole being for the other,
The populace accepts it as LOVE...

WHEN THE BELL TOLLS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 23 Mar 2016 11:58:00 +0000

WHEN THE BELL TOLLS

When the bell tolls for my death

And the messenger of death is awaiting

Outside my room for an entry,

Do sit beside me, my beloved, for a little while

In the last moments of my life.

I could fondle you and sooth my fingers

That were handling the embers of life.

The last breath I draw into my lungs

Could then carry the molecules

Of your fragrance into my .grave

And my eyes that will never see anymore

Could drown in your fond continence

My beloved, and store it in my eye lids.

And to to seal the ear with the enchanting

Peel of your voice eternally.

And to reminisce those evergreen

Moments we had together inside

The brain stacked with memories

And events that can never faint out.

To close the lips that were once bruised

By your kisses, now with the chanting

Of your sweet name on it.

My love, to chill my feet with the memory

Of the paths that brought me to you.

These will be sufficient to come out from

The earth that covers my grave as

A tender grass shoot, to sprout resurrected.....

MEMORIES OF DECEMBER

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 22 Jan 2016 12:43:00 +0000

Some day in a month of December

Like a tear drop in the sodden mind,

You walked into my life just like that,

As a translucent memory

With a handful of the whitest blossoms

Permeating a bewitching fragrance....

You leaned over me with your shadow

Clinging to shoulders with your charms

Then with the dreams in your eyes

Listened to all my ramblings erupting out

Of me as fantasies of your imaginations.

We can now share the spasms in the heart

Of a disintegrating fly scorched by fire.

Your smiles showered as rains in the sea of

My fizzing emotions and then I turned into

Be the music enveloping your cantillations.

I will in another moment, dawn like the morning sun

In the blossoming horizon of your spirit.

LOVE AND LOVERS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 22 Jul 2015 13:09:00 +0000

LOVE AND LOVERS

What the winter has done to the blossoms of the fields
I have done to you.
What the Autumn has done to the blooming gardens
You have done to me.
I caressed you the way
The lands sought the streams
You embraced me
As the ripples have embraced the the banks.
My endeared, the love we have
Are we lovers or corals?

May be the Lotus have opened
Their eyes before I have seen you.
May be the moon has arisen before,
I started talking to you.
I never knew anything,
Till you have fulfilled in me.
My thoughts are the Lotus pond
And my dreams are the milky way of the moon.
What kind of love is this my beloved?
Me the honied moon and you the Lotus pond?

May be the flowers started blooming
Before I knew you.
May be the doves have been flying in the sky
Before you diffused in me.
I knew nothing till I first met you.
When did the flowers bloom in me,
And the doves commenced crooning in me?
What is this love, my precious
Are we the blossoms or the white doves?

I have seen in my dreams those lovely dales,
Those dreamy vineyards
Those chavok trees on the hills,
The tiny springs which forms the stream
The roses that clad the slumbering hills
as blankets
The soul of the pink sun kissing the lovely mounts...
What kind of love is this, my beloved?
Are you the mounts and me the kissing sun?

Whatever I have sung all this time
Was about you and around you.
Whatever I was seeking
Were the paths you strided on.
Till this moment there was no moonlight for the day.
From now onwards each evening will be
Resplendent with the love of the sun
And the moon merging together.
What kind of love we have beloved?
Are we now a pair of swans
swimming in the pond of love?

We are the birds chirping
In the nest of a tree somewhere.
We are the blue blossoms on the hillside
Let the tree, its branches
And the nest remain perpetually
Let us not shrivel away the blue flowers.
What is this love, my beloved;
Are we the blossoms and the birds?

No forests, no deserts
In the land I wake you up, there is no roof;
The floor is not paved
Where I am making you sleep,
I am there, with enough of my retrospections
There is rain underneath the sky you are
With the flowery rainbow,and the stars to keep company.
What is this love my beloved?
Are we the stars that fell in the earth?

I have seen the depth of the sea
And its bluish tinge in your look.
I heard in your words the ocean
Of love and tenderness.
I sang in an unknown language
In a tune we have never heard.
I drew unseen pictures
In colours that bears no name.
What is this love my beloved?
Are we those pictures we painted?

My love for you is the yearnings
for me to live more
And your loving me is the inner truth of my life
While I wait for your coming,
My shadow will always accompany me too.
May be our shadows were also lovers as we are
What is this my beloved?
Are we dragonflies of love?.

Did those hilly ranges hear our talk about love?
Did anyone in this garden see our sharing of love?
Let the hilly ranges of this area be deaf without ears.
And those earthen lamps blind and without eyes.
What is this, my beloved
Are we those bowers which never tasted the summer?...

You have taught me to remember only you
You taught me drawing near to you and love you much.
Are not you the distance separating the strand and the horizon
Are not you the depth of the sea in a conch of the ocean.
What is this my darling,
The oyster in me has rendered a white pearl?

The flowers and butter turned like petals
In us and blossomed as love.
Like the nectar dripping from petals
It sweetened our relation of love.
The love in us has till now dispersed its fragrance
We are the floret and should never wither
What is this my beloved,
Are we eternal lovers in this earth?

Based on PRANAYAM [LOVE]~ by ONV

MY SILENCE.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 23 Apr 2015 12:46:00 +0000

MY SILENCE...

Would your two luminous eyes ever fill wIth tear drops?

And your silent gasps will become decisive life source?

And those clouded memories that fell into the darkness

Become the vital source of your being alive?

My silence.... my silence....

I have become the bright full moon of your sleeping nights,

Giving my spirit, pledging it for you, I stood as a sentry.

Did you wake up when I caressed you in the morning light?

You have risen into my mind as a golden feather in my dreams.

Would my mind ever become sluggish?

And remain in the path of life without any swing.

Have the teardrops now kissed your cheeks?

My soul is yearning for you at this moment.....

GIVE ME A DROP OF LOVE.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 22 Apr 2015 17:14:00 +0000

GIVE ME A DROP OF LOVE.....

A drop of love, if you can just give me

I will give it back to you as a torrential rain..

You turn into a little shade and fill me in,

And I will nurture it and make it a seductive

Jungle and keep it for me eternally.

You pick up a handful of flowers and hand it over to me

I can make an interminable spring out of that.

You pour out a drop of sweetness on my tongue

And I can repay it, as a sea of nectar back to you.

Guide me as a little lodestar in front of me

So that I can enlighten the world,

And dazzle it with its resplendence.

Fill me in the corner of your eye

I will spread into you as a honey-comb and thrive.

Give me a little kiss on my cheek

I can substitute it with a radiant night throughout.

Compose a new rhythmus music for me

I will make it a soothing flow of overtures.

Give me resurgence with the tip of your finger

I can give to you the assuagement throughout your life span.

A BLOSSOM OF SUNSHINE

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 27 Dec 2014 14:58:00 +0000

A BLOSSOM OF SUNSHINE

In the words which I coveted to pronounce

Did you ever find in it, the honey that

You sought to imbibe.

Those uttered words filled with sweet love

Desired to soar up like a butterfly

The heart coveted to spread its wings,

The blossoms also yearned to fly like the butterflies

The tender whisper of your love diffuse

In my ears the sweet pang of affection.

I am waiting with thirst in my heart to

Imbibe the sacred water of your love,

You will pour in to the palm of my hand.

The nature has spread a canopy

Over us, for the consummation of our love.

I was waiting for this luscious moment in my life

That could bring the tingle in your bosom

Like a garland of jasmine buds .

The ecstatic soul suspiring to pour

The honey, beckoning you to come

Into the meadow, where the moonlight

Has blossomed and whispering into your soul...

WHO IS IN CHARGE

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 27 Dec 2014 08:46:00 +0000

WHO IS IN CHARGE?

Heaven and hell remains

On both sides of
Time -
An ocean!

Which side is heaven?
Here or on the other side
Of this uncharted ocean of epoch?
A riddle!

If humans were created by god,
I have a question,
For Him to answer me truthfully!
“Why did you give this island of mud,
In the sea of poignant tears,
To us, in the Beginning?”

If we were created by the Devil,
Let me ask him only once,
A very pertinent information!
“What made you to come to heaven
And offer us a fruit, and tempt us to eat it;
To throw us away?
Into this macabre ocean, of woes and grief?”

We know, both of you will keep mute,
Because you never thought, humans
Are that adept, to adapt to this Mother Nature;
And question the purity of your intentions.
Instead you were making us guinea pigs,
For your amusement, and enjoyment.
And still your mirth continues, with a sinister look.
We toil, starve, weep, grope, curse and perish!
You have also become helpless like us, now…

Let us both look at each other and amuse!

TEMPEST OF LIFE

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 26 Dec 2014 15:37:00 +0000

And inadvertently enter the sea of unhappiness
To drown in desperation, grief and woes…

ETHEREAL MELODIES.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 26 Dec 2014 14:37:00 +0000

ETHEREAL MELODIES.

Somewhere in the month of January

When the nature was under the canopy

Of a haze that came down from the lofty hills,

You entered as a tiny reverie, with a handful of

Pretty white blossoms, like a tear in

The swollen eyes, of the moist mind.

That day even our shadows leaned

On the rain sodden wings of my mind;

And you listened through the dreams

The tunes my fingers strived to figure out.

Let us share the woes of a pretty butterfly

Scorching its wings, on the flame of baffling afflictions.

You perched in my soul, as a tear swelled eye;

Even your snigger rained out, on the swishing

Sea of my heart, densely on that day.

Then I waddled into the music that rolled out

Of your mouth in its cadence,

Turning it into a celestial ensemble.

I will emerge now looming like the morning sun

In the valley of the blooming dawn

And remain there for eternal moments....

LET'S LAUGH

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 03 Dec 2014 07:44:00 +0000

LET’S LAUGH…

My mind takes you in with every word

Dropped from thy lips

I anticipate the moment

I gain access to your soul.

I love the pain you speak;

It mirrors my own..

You tell it so beautifully

I feel I've finally gained control of

The demon that haunts us both,

Drowns in our company

Under this new light, this moonlight...

We finally conquer them all

I hesitate no more and reveal my true self

You do the same and promise no more games...

Our past lives were lame

Now new lives we claim

We laugh together, then cry together

Then we laugh once again

MORNING GLORY

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 26 Nov 2014 15:46:00 +0000

MORNING GLORY….

In the silent chorus of dawn

I bask in the glow

Of your last embrace

And on the paving stones

Of longing, I tread impatiently

Towards our next encounter.

Your gift nestles proud

Between my breasts, intertwined

Pearls of love, and light.

While nature wraps

Her grief with artfulness

In the lustre of a gemstone

PAINT ME A PICTURE

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 22 Nov 2014 17:05:00 +0000

PAINT ME A PICTURE

Paint me a picture,

won't you?

Of not any images,

but words that trickle

out of your lips.

The light that shines

in your eyes,

in the dark hours.

A picture of love and

its tender shower.

The unsaid vows that

beat in the hearts.

The warmth that you

give to my veins.

The tingle in the spine,

the blush on my

cheeks.

The aura around me,

that on me,

you bestowed.

The moment, when the

heart missed a beat,

and the window left open,

Through which my

heart flew away

to you.

The moment, when I lost

myself,

and found us.

Paint me a picture, won't you...

of the unexplained feelings

and the unleashed emotions?

But don't pick up the brush,

and don't mix colours in your

palette and don't you look

for a bare canvas...

Paint on my heart, my soul

and my skin...

The colours of your love

and let me be totally

tinted by your hues...

Paint on me a picture,

unseen by others...

Won’t you?

The colours of you...

and let me be totally

tinted by your hues...

Paint on me a picture,

unseen by others...

won't you?

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 14 Nov 2014 06:14:00 +0000

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS!

I hate highbrows and hypocrites.

But love white cladded maidens

On their way to church, on a Sunday.

I like fast Cars and fast drivers;

But hate to travel in a public transport bus;

And travel to the end of the world with a companion

Who shares the same interest with me.

I like to eat the lunch from a pack

Bound in banana leaf, with curd and lime pickle

On top of cooked rice and French fried potato in coconut oil;

Walk through lush green paddy fields

In the morning sun and a chilling breeze.

Listen to love songs of yester years,

Brimming with innocent and vibrant love.

Read space and science fictions

And spy thrillers and crime stories.

I like those who dislike me,

Like Remya, who nailed me on the cross,

And pray “Father, she knows not what

She is doing; forgive her trespass.”

Kunjubi