Those were days of struggle ; each leaf added to the tree. I waited each night, outside the trembling hut, waiting to see a lonely traveller in need of food or accommodation. “A man can sleep outside”, I remembered my mother’s voice when I initially started sleeping out, shaking and screaming at night in fear. That me doesn’t exist anymore. Of course, that mother too. Living alone, I had to fend for myself alone, but living-in all my life, I didn’t know the kind of work other men did. All I knew was to take care of the house and surroundings, to weave baskets out of wires, and to knit baby clothes. “What woman would like you?” my old mother would ask during her last days. I’d sit there like a good daughter-in-law, listening to the taunts at her husband’s home. Sadly, they expected me to bring a wife home. How do I tell them, that I’d rather be married off?
Posts Tagged ‘Life’
The State of Keatsian Drunkenness
Posted: November 8, 2014 in Life, Literature, Poet, PoetryTags: art, choice, choices, creative, desire, elegance, English, john keats, Joy, keatsian, leaning, Life, literature, muse, of, Poet, Poetry, writing, yearning
Shall I wish or perish, Keats,
In your remembrances?
I saw closed doors with black ribbons of your choice
And heard laces humming late hymns.
The cold winter races up to the moon forever.
Yet in all times do I find you, warm as wine and fever;
Only in death does ice on ice grow like a tree.
Draw on me; divine me,
I wait at the threshold, eager to be called in.
Yet. Yet, you speak only in riddles.
Malachite and mirrors do adorn your windows,
Why don’t you let me through too?
I saw those fences in mourning;
Alabaster-clad winds and alcoholic fire –
Your friends in desire.
Drown me in a cup of hot chocolate,
Smother me with poetry.
Is that too much to ask for?
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Elven Desires – The Night
Posted: January 27, 2014 in UncategorizedTags: desire, Desires, dream, dreams, Elven, infinite, Infinity, Life, Love, night, poem, Poetry, Stairwell, Thoughts, Yon, Yonder
Elven folks might know
That nights don’t always
End like this.
Forever and Ever
Winding like a stairwell
Straight from infinity
And yon.
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Triste Infiniment
Posted: October 16, 2013 in Death, Life, Love, Pain, PoetryTags: color, difference, distance, distinct, dull, infinie, infiniment, infinite, Life, nandini, Pain, parallel, poem, Poetry, sadness, sickness, transparent, triste, tristesse, universe, universes
You and I, we’re infinite;
Hence it is fated that we’d never meet.
Parallel in universes
Parted by mindsets,
United by tristesse infinie.
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T/N : Triste Infiniment : Infinitely Sad ; Tristesse infinie: Infinite sadness / melancholy
Numb words: un-…
Posted: October 15, 2013 in Death, Life, Pain, QuoteTags: Crimson, disease, dream, Hell, I, Life, Me, Myself, Pain, quote
Numb words: un-uttered and cold; Dreamless in the wake of crimson darkness.
My alter ego has left this altar; time to extinguish the flame.
– Me ( Nandini Pradeep J )
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Pain..Blinding…
Posted: October 15, 2013 in Death, Life, QuoteTags: disease, I, Life, Me, Myself, Pain, quote, Today
Pain..Blinding pain.
I may not be able to explain it but I shall revel in it, with all my senses scintillating in its glorious riot.
– Me ( Nandini Pradeep J )
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വര്ണ്ണങ്ങളുടെ കൂട്ടുകാരി
Posted: February 17, 2013 in Life, Love, Malayalam, PainTags: dream, Life, malayalam, new, undo, varnnam
എന്നില് നിന്നും നിന്നിലേക്കുള്ള അകലം ഒരു വര്ണ്ണമാണ്. ഞാന് ഏത് നീ ഏത് എന്നറിയാന് പറ്റാത്ത വിധം അലിഞ്ഞു ചേരുന്നതും ഒരു വര്ണ്ണം. അങ്ങനെ എത്ര എത്ര വര്ണ്ണങ്ങള്ക്ക് അപ്പുറമാണ് നീയും ഞാനും ഉള്ള ഈ ലോകം ?
വര്ണ്ണങ്ങളുടെ കൂട്ടുകാരി ആയി ജീവിക്കുന്നതാണ് എന്നെ ഞാനാക്കുന്ന വര്ണ്ണം എന്നു ഞാനറിയുന്നു. വേദനകളും സന്തോഷങ്ങളും എല്ലാം വര്ണ്ണങ്ങളായി കണ്ടുകൊണ്ടു ഞാന് മുന്പോട്ടു നടക്കുന്നു. കൂടെ വരുന്നോ?
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