In my childhood blood roses horrified me,
With its crooked witchy nails
And enchanting trap lips.
Conjuring even the new born sun,
And queening the whole morning space’
I plucked moonlit frozen jasmines,
Roses were strangers…
But ,I love the rose syllables now,
Punctuated by dark silence
Sand winched between two petals,
The claws of painless death….
As soon as the break fast is completed,my father ushered four well diggers from Varattippalliyal. They turned up with a special wooden wheel , during the first leg of midsummer vacation to “clean our...
MASTER SCULPTOR SRI VELAYUDHAN MOOPPAR KAVALAPPARA SWAROOPAM ..FAMILY DIETY ARYANKAVILAMMA People had begun to disperse. The temple and its precincts were slowly slipping into the black silence of the night. Warier took...
Prabhakarettan lights Kathina ”My uncle Ayyunni’s house was on the other side of the field. It was in a small compound, with a few ancient coconut palms and a cluster of banana trees. The little house was in...
There is always something left behind…a twig, fragments of a bangle, a seed, a blossom on the hedges...
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