Lal
Lukose is a bosom friend of ours. One ,with a different
reading,different observations. He keeps strange interests in music and
films. Outside our life of ease,his life too goes on in its clamor and
turbulence. His solitary journey heads to an altitude and depth where
our commonplace discussions on music, cinema and literature cannot
reach. Lal is not a regular poet, Therefore his poems do not tire us
like other poets who writes incessantly. Without doubt we can say that
Lal is an adept who gives less attention to fame and fortune and we
proudly present his poems.
I
SPIDER AND BEETLE
There was a spider and a beetle
Spider spun thread
From the spider's mouth
Grew ten thousand thread
Around the earth.
Beetle sung along the blooms.
When the beetle met the spider again,
Which was vaulting
From stars to stars And spinning the web
To trap the earth,
It didn't tell the hues it saw.
Spider and beetle went on as friends.
II
FISH
Fish kept in ice tastes less
Fish in the sea
Catches its prey,unmindful of its caste.
Whale's mouth is big
It can have only tiny water creatures.
Shark is dangerous
Eats everything.
Fishes precipitates in the shore
When the waves stir
In the rhythm of winds.
Fishes, livelihood of man.
Bargaining, another issue.
I went to the sea
In a night in Karkkidakam.
Sea, darkness.
Then I knew the deathly passion
Of darkness.
Dreams are like fishes.
They slip from reason.
Once reach the shore of vigor
They die out like poetry.
Sylvan trees.
Archaic trees.
Roar of lion.
Let me go back to the sea
Leaving flowers and old trees.
I'm a fishmonger.
*Karkkidakam is a period of monsoon;cloudy days , darkness are its features.
I
SPIDER AND BEETLE
There was a spider and a beetle
Spider spun thread
From the spider's mouth
Grew ten thousand thread
Around the earth.
Beetle sung along the blooms.
When the beetle met the spider again,
Which was vaulting
From stars to stars And spinning the web
To trap the earth,
It didn't tell the hues it saw.
Spider and beetle went on as friends.
II
FISH
Fish kept in ice tastes less
Fish in the sea
Catches its prey,unmindful of its caste.
Whale's mouth is big
It can have only tiny water creatures.
Shark is dangerous
Eats everything.
Fishes precipitates in the shore
When the waves stir
In the rhythm of winds.
Fishes, livelihood of man.
Bargaining, another issue.
I went to the sea
In a night in Karkkidakam.
Sea, darkness.
Then I knew the deathly passion
Of darkness.
Dreams are like fishes.
They slip from reason.
Once reach the shore of vigor
They die out like poetry.
Sylvan trees.
Archaic trees.
Roar of lion.
Let me go back to the sea
Leaving flowers and old trees.
I'm a fishmonger.
*Karkkidakam is a period of monsoon;cloudy days , darkness are its features.
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