Sunday, May 24, 2009

മഴ

വാരിപ്പുണരട്ടെ
നീര്‍ത്തുള്ളികളെ!
ഇനിയൊരു മഴ
എന്നില്‍
പെയ്തില്ലെങ്കിലോ!
ഇതു ചുവന്നിരിക്കുന്നു!
ആരുടെ കണ്ണില്‍നിന്നൊഴുകിയ
രക്തമാണോ!

3 comments:

najeeb said...

The Cartesian post-modernist wont get much dividends from the sinking entrepreneur who is scrubbing the residues of his intellect to feed the ailing soul.The authorial self doesn't seem to be dis/content with the ontological interrogations that a contrapuntal deciphering of the images and structures of human existence warrants.By and large, your reading of the poem reminds me a pre-industrial Romantic :

"My own voice cheered me, and-far more- the mind's
internal echo of the imperfect sound.
To both i listened, drawing from them both
a cheerful confidence in things to come."

അമ്മാവന് അടുപ്പിലും തൂറാം said...
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അമ്മാവന് അടുപ്പിലും തൂറാം said...

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