Reflections of a Grave Digger

I know all of your needs

You who is six foot four

Of a metre deep pit

Have no worry you’ll fit.

I am a grave digger;

Of the age old kind

One who let your body grow

As grass, plant and trees

I tend not schoolyards

Where you grew old

But these graveyards

Where flesh turns bones

These moments of last embrace

Of earth, body with no grace

I give you all honour

As much as one he who never got, can

An exile’s song

Fallen from grace and exiled

Into never known lands of despair

Even the air I respire

Had fumes of dreams killed

Searching for a true cover

Life, once a safe bubble

Broken by unseen trouble

Come to end will it ever?

Waiting for the final kiss

Drive through the roads I once lived

Which wouldn’t laughter applaud filled

Rather tears of those who for long wouldn’t miss

Vacant Corridors

Rain mixed tears

Weeps the same

Watery visions in sepial hues

Pale orchids and un-nailed coffin

Melancholy bell tolls

Ambulance slowly rolls

Tear stained travel worn

Gathered around to mourn

Half smiles, knowing nods

Distant eyes watched vacant corridors

An Apology to Love

If I had another life to live
Of many dreams but one destiny
May you be a dream fulfilled

Your tears as innocent
As I wished them to be
Not whim commencing whips

Smiles more caring
For a tender flower
Than for my broken self

Envious flow of the wind
Through your hair
Today my fingers not dare

Eclipsed play of emotions
Toys of burning coal
Your gifts of bitter sweet hell

Wake and see the scars
Inflictions which deformed
Reasons for “change”

No matter the pain and sacrifice
Nothing quenches wishes

Yours, always

Remember the times
And the summers past
All things I thought
That would last!
Sublime moments of pleasure
That forever I treasure
Sweet whisperings of birds in flight
Kisses under moonlight
Of them all I remember the most
That the money spent was
Yours, always

In the Beginning.

Inspirations from Peter whom I call something else and Kurroor (Hope I spelt it right) for showing me one more way of writing Malayalam poetry and my inability to do so, I start this blog.