കാത്തിരുന്നാല്‍ ഓര്‍മ്മവര്രും ഒരു മധുവേണു നാദംമധുരം
കരളിലത്ആവര്‍ത്തിച്ചുപെയ്യും നിലക്കാത്ത ഗീതം
എന്നുമെന്നിക്ക് കേള്‍ക്കാം രാഗം നീയിരുന്നു സലപിക്കും പോലെ
ഉള്ളര്നിരുന്നു ഓരോ ഓര്‍മ്മകളും ഉള്ളില്‍ കാണനും എകത്ന്ത കാമുകന്‍
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Monday, 27 October 2008
കവിത:പ്രണയ പാലാഴി
വെറുതെ കടല്‍ത്തിര കണ്ടാല്‍ പാടും പ്രണയ പാലാഴി കണ്ട കമ്മുക്ന്‍ ഞാന്‍
കേഴും അവന്‍ ചിലപ്പോള്‍ ഒരിറ്റു വെള്ളതിനായീ കടലില്‍ ചാടും അവന്‍ ഞാന്‍
എന്നും അവന്നുള്ളില്‍ ഒഴുകുന്ന മധുരം പ്രണയത്തിന്‍ പാലാഴി മഥനം
കാലമിന്നു മഴ്യയയീ പെയ്താല്‍ കാന്നാം മഴവില്ലില്‍ അവന്നും അവള്ളും
കൊതി തീരും വരെ മഴപെയ്തതിരരഗിയ ശരീരം ഈ കടലിന്‍ ദേഹം സുന്ദരം
മതിയാക്കുംവരെ സൂര്യന്‍ പൊതിഞ്ഞ ദേഹം കടലിന്‍ പ്രണയ താപം
അവനെന്നും അവള്‍ക്കയീ തുടിക്കും ഒരു താളം തിരമാലതന്‍ താളം
ഇന്ദു പുഷ്പമയീ അവള്‍ വന്നു നില്ക്കും പാടും അവന്‍ കടലോര കവിതകള്‍
പ്രണയം നല്കിയ മധുരം പന്കുവക്കാന്‍ നീ വരില്ലേ നീ എവിടെ ...നീ
പരിഭവമെന്തീ പ്രന്നയതിലലാതെ ഒരു ശ്വാസവും നിന്നെ ഒര്കാതെ ഈ ജന്മമില്ല
ഒന്നും മിടാതെ നീ പോയീ ഇന്നു ഓരോ തിരയില്ലും നിനീ തിരയുന്നു ഞാന്‍
കാലത്തില്‍ എന്നെങില്ലും നമ്മള്‍ ഒഴിയും അതുവരീഹൃദയം പ്രണയ പാലാഴി
DEEPAVALI
Deepavali
A dwell Dom of peace for a long return journey
One more short travel of 10 minutes duration in 101,The Manor park bus. Thus an end for the day of busy scheduled. Only anticipation!
Punctuality and Planning! I have seen no other place like this nation to practise punctuality and planning. They practice this even to have rest and to relax. But I relax here and there knowingly and unknowingly.
Punctuality, the perfectionist in the kingdom of death
Planning, the sarcastic hero in the drama of life’s events
Swiping the wonderful key of Oyster card I came out of the tube(Tube train )Station. Along scattered the rushing mass into four parts of the directions
Heard then an unusual sound of shooting. But it did not scare anybody and no one had any terrifying odd expressions…
“Are they used to this?”
“No never…
The twinkling stars in the black sky, the popping spring lights
My God! It’s been long days since I had a glimpse over the sky! The disappearing glittering light!
Someone at my back murmered,”Excuse me please”.
Oh! It seems that I was obstructing someone’s way …
You know, Hindu’s are celebrating Deepavali
Deepavali, a festival of lights the reminding words of a stranger
Stranger, an English man
*X* *X* *X*
Go, go and get some more crackers for another 30 rupees also. If not you have to wait another long one more year to experience the excitement of this festival of lights. Lights of purity! Long wait of days, months,……………..My goodness I rushed to my favourite Thankapannan’s corner petty shop.
An assorted mix of different crackers beautifully packed in a big newspaper cone. The glowing radiance of sparkling crackers in fullness
Fullness in my eyes and heart
(Near and dear ones play makes all looking eyes of elders) ????
Sweets sounds of playing children, bursting sounds of crackers, etc.
The real ambiance of Deepavali
The peeping smile of blinking stars behind the dark veil!
When eyes closed feel as if a musical instruments playing at its own without the will of the performer concern.
Mom, Dad, sister, brother, friends, relatives ……..The tone of love built in the feel of lights.
Had waited in patience to celebrate the mood of lights
100days,50 days, 25 days,10,5,2,……..However, today I realised this festival day of lights from an English gentleman.
With no one to say and share, the cracking lights are enjoying in the sky, creating tiny but heartfelt pains and dropping tears.
The lights in the sky, someone’s deepavali
Yes, I know dear, Deepavalli the festival of lights; I murmured in silence to myself.
A dwell Dom of peace for a long return journey
One more short travel of 10 minutes duration in 101,The Manor park bus. Thus an end for the day of busy scheduled. Only anticipation!
Punctuality and Planning! I have seen no other place like this nation to practise punctuality and planning. They practice this even to have rest and to relax. But I relax here and there knowingly and unknowingly.
Punctuality, the perfectionist in the kingdom of death
Planning, the sarcastic hero in the drama of life’s events
Swiping the wonderful key of Oyster card I came out of the tube(Tube train )Station. Along scattered the rushing mass into four parts of the directions
Heard then an unusual sound of shooting. But it did not scare anybody and no one had any terrifying odd expressions…
“Are they used to this?”
“No never…
The twinkling stars in the black sky, the popping spring lights
My God! It’s been long days since I had a glimpse over the sky! The disappearing glittering light!
Someone at my back murmered,”Excuse me please”.
Oh! It seems that I was obstructing someone’s way …
You know, Hindu’s are celebrating Deepavali
Deepavali, a festival of lights the reminding words of a stranger
Stranger, an English man
*X* *X* *X*
Go, go and get some more crackers for another 30 rupees also. If not you have to wait another long one more year to experience the excitement of this festival of lights. Lights of purity! Long wait of days, months,……………..My goodness I rushed to my favourite Thankapannan’s corner petty shop.
An assorted mix of different crackers beautifully packed in a big newspaper cone. The glowing radiance of sparkling crackers in fullness
Fullness in my eyes and heart
(Near and dear ones play makes all looking eyes of elders) ????
Sweets sounds of playing children, bursting sounds of crackers, etc.
The real ambiance of Deepavali
The peeping smile of blinking stars behind the dark veil!
When eyes closed feel as if a musical instruments playing at its own without the will of the performer concern.
Mom, Dad, sister, brother, friends, relatives ……..The tone of love built in the feel of lights.
Had waited in patience to celebrate the mood of lights
100days,50 days, 25 days,10,5,2,……..However, today I realised this festival day of lights from an English gentleman.
With no one to say and share, the cracking lights are enjoying in the sky, creating tiny but heartfelt pains and dropping tears.
The lights in the sky, someone’s deepavali
Yes, I know dear, Deepavalli the festival of lights; I murmured in silence to myself.
Friday, 24 October 2008
Hamlet
"Hamlet"
"Was I able to act …?" Yes! I was able to act.Like the changing facial embellishment of colours in acting, suddenly reflected my mind the varying moments of my acting. I felt the satisfactory breathe of acting performance.How it happened…?Unanswerable questions of no use …. Could be because of the complete involvement I rendered towards the character forgetting the personal identity…!If truth be told it could be because of my passion towards the characters and story or could be because of the loving presence of hearty relations as spectators.Yet another incident at some point in me realised the heartfelt blessings of my father and the supreme creator. Anyway I coped to go to the backstage in complete fulfilment The grooming players for the next play Some are gearing up their confidence by repeatedly mediating the powerful dialogues…! Some are picking up tips in vain to emphasize the decorative mix up of face-paint to renovate the personality into character…!Some are in an attempt to amuse the listeners with maximum exaggeration on look to craft the role of clown…! These are people who dye themselves into the dreamy characters of the storywriter to engage in recreation of diverse emotions and we call them theatre artists…! Hopefully few didn't identify me as I was with the makeup in drama costume or may possibly be their pretension also. Because that they too are actors as well. In fact to be very open, even I couldn't identify many of them.Why this paradoxical relation between performers and society? The mind reflected for a while. Amidst came in an individual from the crowd and said, "That was an amazing performance and the play really went well", appreciated a humble listener.Colourful Bulbs of halogen in plenty got illuminated in my mind as a decorated stage. The "hamlet" might have lived in me. The character might have laboured and died in me without my knowledge. If shakes sphere was alive then he might have taken me to his global theatre and I too would have grown artistically like…"Laurence Oliver"… (I and my father had astonished on seeing his wonderfully grant acting) ….When I stood reflecting such old days, petrified my mind for no reason. At what time will it be possible for me to perform "Hamlet" again?How big would be the theatre planet of the world dramatist shakesphere? How lucky I will be if I could visit his place…? (In 2004 I visited his birth place at Stratford upon Avon)Acting, writing, staging, music and moreover the devoted life of the actors for such literary engagements….God!I too started dreaming an actor's world of normal life to lead like any other ordinary individual. "Look, you be here like this dreaming this and that. Nearly everyone are like you, had dreamt a lot about theatre performance, but been unsuccessful in life.Actually what is your mind-set?Listen; leave all built-up makeup and dressings and reach home early. These are not going to give you any worldly benefits You and your omelette …"The friend continued his serious criticism sarcastically.In all sense that was a controlling punishment of sober to the greedy actor in me.It may perhaps possible for me to obey certain well-wishers like him.But none know the growing pain of the aspiring foetus of drama performance in me …!Yes. Me, the actors, the friends, the society and a contest of one act plays…!
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