Oh sunset, are youan art or revolt?Oh how aged arethe sobsthat you carry withinyou?The chronologyof memoirsin which humansouls stroll;The pictures youpainted withancient myths;An anonymousvoice from somewhereasks “why you arein chronic…
When Mukundan blew the KonchMukundan blew the Konchreleasing a sound bird;which flew away afarThe he blew again to see whetherthe sound bird he blew outfrom the Konchcan come back to…
Flowers yellow, leaves greenThe poets were debating on the sequence of death;Who died first whether the poet or the poem?He stood there listening to the wailingsof both the poets and…