THE GRAND STARS

In moonlight, when laid down

Beneath the shade of a tree;

It’s full of blossoms,

Can’t even see its branches;

Which grew up to the unknown world,

A pleasant smell covered up to fell asleep.

Three stars in the sky, twinkling its eyes,

Oh! Is it an amazing dream?

At past, had so many ..

Grandpa- his memories gave

A kiss from sweet point haired cheeks:

Which feels and lasts whenever he came

Grand grandpa- his shivering cold hands,

Is still in my small hands;

Oh!  Grand and favorites are much,

The memories and moments are uncountable,

Like the stars in the sky.

The moon and the stars is shining

Its bright light falls on the face

It glows my heart with the Almighty.

Night, a pleasant smell fills up

Followed by the breeze;

To take me to them

To fill the heart, bright light… 

SHADOW OF DIVINE

Feeling the presence when alone;

Knowing the presence when alone,

Wandering around to see;

Watching around to hear..

As a warm breeze when the drops;

That flow from thoughts gets colder,

As a flower in heart to realize;

The fragrance within ourselves.

Like the smile of a little child;

That brings lessons of grace,

To shower the goodness over the evil,

To brighten the colors of future.

Sometimes felt as a companion of life;

Keeps the role of adviser or care-taker,

To guide and lead as a lamp throughout,

Like a divine shadow of God.

Great days of our life …

The best days in our life are our own childhood days, whatever it may. Sometimes we feel those days were not comfortable for ourselves. But we start to enjoy each moment of those days, when they come to us as memories. When we feel sad or lonely, just go back to the days which we had in our deeper heart. Just sit back and feel the days…

  The way in which you started to learn to walk, each footstep was painful, but still you walked forward. You felt the warmness of the hands that hold you without a second thought of who they are or will they stay long for you. Each moment was joyful for you, because you don’t think about the next day.

  When we love the world without thinking about the returns, the days turn much happier. We start to smile at each and every cells of nature, even it is a dew drop. Just feel the days when we knew and learn only to smileJ. We smiled at the friend who threw into mud. When we grew bigger, life changes..

  We see and live where people have targets, returns, profits and savings. If we are able to smile and talk to the nature; that can be a leaf that lay on the ground near our feet or an ant that searches its food or a bee that flew from a flower or a spider who jumps to join two stems of a plant or a bird that sits alone in rain or a flower that looks at you or …………………… (NEVER ENDING, JUST LOOK AROUNDJ)

   Learn to talk and feel and smell nature; to live as a human. It turns our days more interesting; teach you much more each days. This brings us the great days of our life…

A FLOWER IN THE RAIN

Watch the tears that roll down the eyes,

It sparks and blows like a star;

Look through it, to see the world,

That holds the hopes of tomorrow

Smile on it, to feel the happiness,

That brings the joy of the future.

Tears are the pearls from the heart;

Which transfer as salty water,

When you feel with your heart,

When you love with your heart,

The true heart will show you the way;

Will lead you to stood up as a flower in the rain..

സമാധാനം

അമ്മ തന്‍ മാറിലായി ചായുന്ന പൈതലിന്‍

കണ്ണേകളില്‍ വിളയാടിടുന്നതാം പുഞ്ചിരിക്കുള്ളില്ലും;

ദാനമായി കിട്ടിയ ജീവിതമാകവേ,  ദാനമായി 

നല്‍കുന്ന മാനവര്‍ തന്‍ ഹൃത്തടത്തിലും;

ദൈവത്തിന്‍ പ്രതിരൂപം ദര്‍ശിചീടുകില്‍ 

നിറകതിരായിടും നമ്മിലും ലോകസമാധാനം.

ഓര്‍മ്മകളുടെ മാറില്‍ ...

ഇനിയും മറക്കുവാന്‍ ആശിക്കും ഓര്മക്കളെ,

ഇനിയും ആശിക്കാത്ത മറവികളെ 

ഉണരുവാന്‍ വേമ്പുന്നുവോ,

മനസിന്റ്റെ യന്ത്രികചിപ്പിയില്‍ നിന്നും.

മിഴിനീരുനങ്ങാത്ത കവിള്തടങ്ങളെ,

ചിരിക്കുവാന്‍ മറന്നൊരീ ചേതനയെ,
മടങ്ങി വരട്ടേ ഞാന്‍ നിന്നിലെയ്കെ;

വഴി കാട്ടുക, എന്‍ ഹൃതടമേ.

ധരയെ നിന്നുടെ മാറിലായ് അര്‍പ്പിക്കുന്നു

ഇനിയും മായതൊരി പുഞ്ചിരി;

ഈ നറുപൈതലിന്‍ മുഖശ്രീലെങ്ങിലും

ഒരിക്കല്ലും മായാതിരിക്കട്ടെ ഈ പുഞ്ചിരി 

നിഷിധിനിയുടെ മടിത്തട്ടില്‍ തലച്ചയ്ക്കുന്നവരെ,

നിശയുടെ നിലാവ് കാഴ്ച്ചയക്കുന്നവരെ,

നിശയുടെ വഴികല്ളില്‍ പാതിയിരിക്കുനവരെ,

ഞാനുണ്ടിവിടെ, ഞാനുണ്ടിവിടെ..

എന്‍ മകളെന്തേ ഉറങ്ങിടത്,

താരാട്ടു പാടുവാന്‍ കണ്ണീര്‍ ശേഷിപ്പ്,

നിന്കെ നല്‍കുവാന്‍ എന്‍ 

മാറില്‍ ശേഷിപ്പതിത്തിരി ചുടുരക്തം മാത്രം.

കരയരുതി നിശയുടെ മുര്ധാവില്‍,

ആരും വരില്ല, നിന്നെ ശാസിപ്പന്‍,

കണ്ണുകള്‍ തുറക്കരുതിനി,

നമുക്ക് ചുറ്റുമി കുറിരുട്ടു മാത്രം.

വളരണം, നിനക്കും വളര്‍ന്നു വലുതാകണം,

അമ്മയെ പോലെ നീ നിശയെ സ്നേഹിക്കരുതെ,

ഇരുട്ടില്‍ ആര് വിളിച്ചാലും നീ പോകരുതേ, 

പിന്നെ നീയെന്നും ഇരുട്ടിലാവും.

സന്ധ്യ മയങ്ങിയാല്‍ വാതിലുകള്‍ കൊട്ടിയടയണം,

തുളസിതറയില്‍ നമുക്ക് ദീപം വേണ്ട;

നമുക്ക് നമ്മുടെ പുരയ്ക്കുള്ളില്‍ നറുതിരി കൊളുത്താം,

അല്ലെങ്ങില്‍ ഒരു പക്ഷെ, കറുത്ത കണ്ണുകള്‍ 

നിന്‍ പേടി സ്വപ്നമാകും.

കണ്ണുകള്‍ പൂട്ടി അടയ്ക്കു,

കാതുകള്‍ കൊട്ടിയടയ്ക്കു,

നിദ്ര തന്‍ നെറുകയിലേക്ക് നീ പോക്വു,

ഞാനിവിടെ കൂട്ടിരിക്കാം.

പതറിയ കാലൊച്ച കേള്‍പ്പു,

പതുങ്ങിയ ശബ്ദം കേള്‍പ്പു,

എന്നെ വിളിക്കുന്നു, ഒരു നിമിഷം ഈ -

ചുംബനം  എന്‍ പൈതലിന്‍ നെറുകയില്‍ അര്‍പ്പികട്ടെ.

ഇനിയും ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ പോലതും മറഞ്ഞു; 

മറക്കുവാന്‍ ആശിച്ചതും 

മറക്കുവാന്‍ ആശിപതും, 

മായുന്നു ഈ കൂറിരുട്ടിലെയ്കെ.

ഇന്ന് ഈ  നിശയുടെ മാറിലെയ്കെ എന്നെ സമര്‍പിക്കുന്നു;

ഈ തെരുവോരം എന്‍ നാഥാ,

എന്‍ മകള്കെല്ലാം ഇവള്‍ എകി,

എങ്കിലും ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍കിത്ര കാടിന്യമോ ??

                                                                 05-03-2006

CONDITIONAL LOVE???

CONDITIONAL LOVE...??!!!

   Does such kind of love exist??? When I typed this word, even Microsoft word asked me for a revise. This can be wrong but I see this all around me. I felt this for many times. I felt this when one of my best friend kept a condition in front of me. She was little inverted. So she don’t wanted to sit in the front seat as the first person. There was a demand forwarded. If she sits with me, then I have to be the first person in front seat or else she will go to the second row.

   Usually, I am the first person always. I wanted her to know the sweetness of front seat. I didn’t turn. She left the place too. Sir came and the presentations move on.. I was not there(mentally) as I felt guilty for myself for not considering my pretty good friend’s demand. Whenever my eyes turn on the vacant seat nearby, I thought of conditional love. Ya, the love that demands something and wanted a return.

  In fact, the true love or the pure love will not demand anything. Your mother can be the greatest example. Not even a single mom in the world, expect anything in return. Not our father too. Many people might have a long list to prove the pure love. I too have. My friends are great for me, even if it is conditional love.

  While we consider the new generations, sometimes we confuse between pure love and conditional love. People reflect what they gain through their life. Mainly, what we learn from our family will never be forgotten. The memory of our childhood or our growing age will remain in us constantly and continuously. The love and care that we get from our family will be shared to all around us. If we get conditional love as return always, is it there a true chance that the power of pure love shades and we start to exhibit what we see all around us. The friends and the environment which we lives rightly influences everybody. NO DOUBT...

   

A PEACEFUL DEATH

When I go home, it is usual that we have family gatherings mostly led by ladies and the Head as our grandma. It is there where we exchange news from different streams, including the gossips of our native place. It was then I heard that Kuttappanchettan died.

     I couldn’t remember him at once. They cleared my doubt by streaming out the picture of ‘Kutti’. I knew her. The first old lady I have seen who had not worn upper clothes till her death. She called me, ‘Maale’ (she called the same my Mom too). We looked each other in confusion that who might be called out. At the age of hundred, she seems to be very energetic like a child. She cleaned the yard and cut vegetables faster than my Mom.

   I sat near her to hear the olden golden stories she explained with her toothless mouth. She came home every week and it was not at all for money. It was a reason for continuing her exercise to walk through the high mountains to breathe the nature. The fresh air made her begin a new day on each morning. While talking to her we could feel the positive energy that flows around her.

   It was very soon that I knew that she fell down and she was unable to continue her walks. On day, I heard her grandchild telling that there is a old material in a our home, if wishes come and take.. It might be a joke. Her children looked after well and I believed she can’t leave the nature. But she left one day.

  Kuttappanchettan was her son, who was our rubber tapper too. While the people surrounded me fell again into the depth of gossips, I went to our grandpa to know more of it. I haven’t known he was ill. It was a peaceful death. He liked jackfruit much more and had that fruit as a last wish. The only unfulfilled wish explained by his son was that he wishes to have beef curry as a side dish with jack fruit.

     After having his supper, he fell asleep and that sleep he continued even now in some other world. Somebody told me that we could feel that he was in deep sleep while looking at his body without his soul. He was very fast in doing all his works like his mother. That night, his mother might have come beside him to call him to be with her forever.

      As he had taken care of his mother well at her olden days; it’s time for his mother to take care of him without being an old property for others. When I returned, my grandma exclaimed: “What a lucky man he was.. God, let me also be gifted with that kind of a death”. Yes, all wish for a peaceful turning of heaven, but who all are gifted.

MY SANDAL BROKE INTO "S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G" TODAY:-)

      Today was our 'Sport's day'. There were many variety of sporting games to encourage management students like us. But the most exciting games for matured students like me were sat, ice and water, hide and seek, tip-top and so on. We played it in the most sense as no one was watching us, as we had a great group of players we enjoyed well.
     After the funniest games, I noticed my sandal. One of the stripe in it had broken. I thought of many ways in solving the matter - to repair it or buy a new one. It was afternoon and we came back hostel. I rethink on the alternatives and the pocket money. I had some money that Appa gave me last time. It is a great chance to buy a new one. As there is no class today, I just wanted to enjoy a bunking day's spirit.
    After showing my head in the play ground, myself and my friends went to Convent Junction. The rocking place where I spend my most teen days. Here, my memories return to me in each steps. The days of the best funs in my life. (I won't finish this, if I divert)
    With the plan of a chappal below Rs.400, I went into the shop. But, I was excited that I bought chappals below Rs. 700(but one was for my dearest Mom)I am not fond of shopping. But when I went there, I found many unavoidable wants for my well-living. I shopped well and had a good food also. My heart was jumping out of me, because of the materials I bought today. All my friends loved it, some of the variant colors, some of reasonable cost, different model and the list moves on..
      I really enjoyed our Sport's day, as it is a day with an experience. Whenever I plan a trip,(even if it is small) I wish to enjoy the smallest event with the eyes of a small child to see, hear, feel and experience the newness. The day was full of surprises. When I sit back on one of the seat in bus with my friend, I wanted to make a remark: "The new sandal was fantastic, it's soo pretty that I love it. But it can't be a daily wear. Actually, I wanted a casual wear and I told it to the shopkeeper too.." My friend silently agreed my remark..
     In that silence, with the rush I saw in that bus, I turned my mind to the shop again. I consoled  my heart that there were no much pretty sandals better and I had the best one and the lucky star of the day. My heart jumps out: "Ya, you are right"

IS THE LIFE OF WRITERS MISERABLE AT TIMES???

           A person who can touch the hearts of many people through the true expression of heart can be called as writers. Those peoples heart are signed by the graceful hands of Gods, as they are exhibiting a small edition of creativity. They have the power of walking around with the fruits of imagination in their hands. They are identified by the people who have the ability to understand people.
      I am not a writer to support writers and think from their own side. But I wish to be recognized as a human like you all. When a person is identified as a writer by anybody, some people have many misleading ideas. Writers or anybody who stands closer to arts are always highly sensitive. That is how they are able to understand others easily, how they experience the pain of others, how they imagine things.
     An ordinary man can read a newspaper heading as a daily routine, but an artist bears it in his/her mind, carries those wounds in his/her heart and makes it more sensible with the power of imagination to digest the real facts out of it. When people lives in this world, they are worthy and meaningful for their family. But, when an true artist or writer lives in any corner of the world he/she is able to teach, guide and lead much more Human towards freedom.
     If anybody calls you a artist in the true sense, be proud. You are not an ordinary man. You have certain aims gifted by God. You can touch the hearts of many... You can be happy in the smallest joy around you and can feel the pains of many hearts. You can be a true 'HUMAN'.    

COLLEGE DAYS...

Leaves fall down,

Flowers lay down,

Years passed away,

Like the tears flowing down.

Times, days, weeks and years

We spend together,

Splashes on my eyes;

Like the waves hinting the land.

Life is short but

Too short is the days,

With the gifted friends from God

That’s what got from the College Days..

                                              09.12.’08

PATRIOTISM(my first poem in English, when I was in Tenth)

For giving life for the mother,

For giving hopes for the youth,

They walked to the mountain of Himalaya,

They moved anxiously to acquire the world.

The way was too difficult to achieve,

So they made a path of dreams,

They by-hearted the National Anthem,

They flew the National Flag.

It’s the true way, you will achieve the goal’

The General said:

They were energetic, healthy and wealthy

But they found it too hard.

One day, when they lost one of the companion;

They cried; they feared;

Their mind had drown with the heaviness of fear,

They didn’t even talk; they thought they can’t.

The Master encouraged;

“Try and try Come up Again

The climate is very good now;

You have all facilities, why you can’t”.

At that time, the Head of Nation came,

To enquire about it;

He found the cause,

And he advised:

“Do today, what you think

To do tomorrow,

And Do now, what you think

To do Today”.

Thus they understood their fault;

They tried and tried it again

And they reached the top

They succeeded.

They stood there to guard our Nation,

To protect their brothers and sisters,

To give hopes for the children,

To give a new life for their Mother, India.

The Land of Enduring Heritage..

      Recently, I had a trip to Tamil Nadu along with my family. I saw a Tamil Nadu Tourism board where written the wordings as 'The Land of Enduring Heritage'. It made me think and my mind had a small journey faster than my eyes about this land. When we use to travel along Tamil Nadu my beloved friends like you also might have a kind of similar thoughts or its what I felt. You can agree or disagree.
      Keralites are highly educated than any other States of India. That might be a reason why we will see more English sign board rather than our own Mother Language ones here. When we goes out of Kerala State, we get a great chance to interact with the native people  there and of course even the smallest child will learn small words from that place. It is a kind of promotion of their own language. But a person who really wish to learn some words in Malayalam will only just try for it.
    Tamil Nadu is far better than our God's own country in tourism. Tamil Nadu is known as lands of festivals. Even though TN doesn't have labeling with God, they rise higher than Kerala. The roads and High ways of TN were better than Kerala. The ease of travelling is a major reason why tourists are attracted. We don't have a healthy competitive Government. Pathetic Kerala Government start to think of the people who elected them when its time for another election. TN is also having strong ruling and opposing parties. But they compete for the welfare of people, not for their own comforts even if there are exceptions.
     TN tourism is promoted not only by the Government, but also by the people around there. I got many chances to meet many people who came beside our vehicle after stopping their own jobs and gave the right direction with a smile. We people here might first think about the benefit which can be gained before any kind of action. I just thank all those Tamil makkalls who helped us all though the journey and make us feel the warmness of hospitality.
     My journey was at the time of Pongal, so when we went to a hotel which doesn't have much rush. The owner welcomed us with a small smile (out of his tension in his mind). Later, within some minutes it was understood that there was no worker in that hotel that day. The man was owner comes server comes cook comes accountant. A good salute from my heart to that man who is a true Indian, who reminded me the Father of Our Nation.
   We can see small worship houses, can be called as temples within each half kilometers when we pass through those yellow paddy fields. Those people are having strong believes in God than we people who thinks we are. When we gets good education we search for comforts and happiness of our own. Is that making all us away from society? Myself, my children, my family, my business; are we all shrinking??? Not a globe, but to ourselves.
  I am writing what I saw and felt. People like us have much to learn from those small village communities who teaches what society is. Giving service without expecting returns. A hand on our shoulder to show the affection, love and care before we expect. A slap on your face with smile when you are wrong(every action has reactions). All these can be collectively called as social life. Is it necessary to go to the rural areas of Tamil Nadu to feel what social life is. Think, Think and Think.... Thanks now you also move with my heart...

THE REAL MASTER(Poem)

The kind of breeze that blows for us;

The kind of flowers that bloom for us,

The stars that shine above for us,

All around us are made for us.

It is created by the God;

For his people to see the beauty,

Each the creation has the story

In it; to be read by His people.

Those who read it gets a chance,

To see more, learn more from the nature;

Nature is the Great Teacher,

Fixed by the Almighty forever.

Read the lessons of Life;

By small and small chapters around us,

It only can make us succeed in Life;

Than any other Masters of World.

                                                              Akhila Danties

-          22.04.2010

Our MIND, the true writer..

      I was not at all interested in blogs. My previous experience was the memory of visiting two sites of my friends. I thought them as true writers and wondered on their talent of writing. I named them as famous writer friends in my friend list. Is that enough for them to be recognized? So I remembered their names too along with the list of film stars studied in my college. Actors are always recognized; but the writer who gives breath to them are not in the frame of publicity. On one way it is good. When writer observes or experience the painful world around him, he/she begin to reproduce it.
      I began to think about the eligibility of a writer. Because I used to mention writing as one of my hobbies or talents. Then there were many number of people who asked me, whether I have a blog. I heard this question then I studied my degree in a city college. This name, 'blog' was a new term for me lived in a village. I understood there is a 'b' in front of 'log'. So it is some that modern stylish people use.
   Now, I believe anybody who knows to type and have a mind to express that they feel about anything under the sun can write. They are termed as "writers". If you have clarity in our thoughts, you can be a great writer. This clarity, consistency, credibility(understood, I studied about six C's of writing) etc. can obtained by clean observation on the people around you. And experience the feelings of others as yours. Feel the heart of people around you. You can be a true writer of Mind... Remember the only thing, you have to write it down.
   I am not a great person to explain this. But I am a person who express what my heart tells me. You can take it to your heart or leave it now. But, am sure you are a good writer. That is why your heart compelled you to read till the end...

A NEW STEP TO WONDERS...

        I am a beginner to the world of blogging. I don't know how to begin, but whatever I see around me are wonders to me. We people are learning new things in our each steps, each moments, each day. All these turn as what we later call as experience. This is going to be a new experience in my life.

     But I am different in my own way. Not all people are unique... That's a fact. Even though, I promise that I belong to the great gang of lazy people of the world. But I do believe that the greatest discoveries of our world lies in the hands of people who wish to find the tricky way of doing things. If those great men where satisfied in the way they were; we will be still in the world of darkness..

       So I believe in myself. I have to.. Because if I don't do that who else can believe me. A new step means it can be to anywhere where it takes me. I believe in God. All those comes from me is what he gives... who leads me... Am just an instrument in his own hands...