സമര്‍പ്പണം: ബൂലോഗത്തിലെ നിരാശാകാമുകനും ഏറ്റവും പുതിയ യുവ-ആധുനിക-കവിയുമായ പച്ചാളത്തിനു്.

ഈ പ്രണയദിനത്തില്‍ പത്തു കൊല്ലം മുമ്പു ഞാനെഴുതിയ ഒരു പ്രണയകവിത (rhyme എന്നു വിളിക്കുകയാണു ഭേദം) പ്രസിദ്ധീകരിക്കട്ടേ.

They say many a…

They say many a door
    Is there wide apart ;
But I found only one
    Which is through your heart.

They say many a music
    Will hold me for long ;
But I would be deaf
    Without your song.

They say many a dazzling
    Thing is around ;
But apart from your smile
    None I have found.

They say many a light
    Will guide me in the haze ;
But I found only two
    Which are under your brows.

They say many a dream
    Is worth for a view ;
But for me all are full of
    You, only you !

The idea - as well as certain metaphors - of this poem, written in 1994, was stolen from a little-known Russian poem, the details of which I forgot.

We are two legs galloping forward,
     We are two eyes beholding the moon,
We are two lips containing a kiss,
     And we are two ears enjoying a tune.

We are two hands that stretch a bow
     And set an arrow to hit an aim,
We are two partners in a mixed doubles,
     Working together to win a game.

We are two sides of a Mobius strip
     Which are the same but still distinct,
We are two lids of a beautiful eye
     Which know to be one when they do want to wink.

We are like childish and matured lives,
     (When one ends and the other begins?)
We are like friendship and love all mixed,
     (Where one transforms to other and wins!).

We are like you and me, my girl,
Two wonderful lives with a common soul!

A poem I wrote in 1994:

I am the sea - no, in fact I am the ocean
     Which you felt terrific;
I often seem to be in power and motion
     But inside cool, pacific.

You are the land - no, in fact are the shore
     On which I budged my lips;
I rose to your forehead but then ebbed to your feet,
     And you never felt my kiss.

You’re very strong and firm in the core
     Peaceful, cool and calm;
But on your surface, you have many pebbles
     Always restless, warm.

They stamped on you, threw dirt on you,
     Making you so sore,
You gave them all the shells you have
     And asked then, “Want some more?'’

I always came to give new shells
     To add more glues to you,
I always cared to clean the wounds
     On you, as I withdrew.

In day, you got so hot, I touched
     To keep you cool and calm;
In night, you shivered in cold, I hugged
     To guard you with my warmth.

I absorb anything always slow
     To hold it for a long -
Whether it’s heat or whether it’s love
     Or whether it’s just a song.

I’m not the water that surrounds you,
     But you encircle me,
You’re the shore and my soul and my dream
     On all my sides I see.

Where is the end of of me, you know -
     The last drop you can feel;
Where is the end of you, I know -
     The last pebble I can heel.

My life is not in vain, my friend,
     When I sing for thee,
My song is not waste, when it lends
     Thy lovely lips a glee!

The last stanza is a distant translation of a stanza by the Malayalam poet Sugathakumari. See this post.

A poem I wrote during two different moods. The left part was written in 1987, while the right part was written in 1992.