Tuesday, October 11, 2011


അസമയങ്ങള്‍ അവളുടേതാണ്, ആന്നേരമാരും ആ വഴി പോകാറുമില്ല.

ഒരു ദേശം മതിമറന്നുറങ്ങുന്ന നേരത്ത്‌ പുഴയുടെ ആഴങ്ങളില്‍ നിന്ന് അവളുണരും. അരയാടയും ചെമ്പട്ടും ചുറ്റി ചെറുമണികള്‍ കെട്ടിയ വാളും കയ്യിലേന്തി കാല്‍ചിലമ്പിന്റെ അരവങ്ങളില്‍ കാവിലേക്ക്‌. മഞ്ഞള്‍പൊടി മണം വിങ്ങിനില്‍ക്കുന്ന കാവില്‍ ആഞ്ഞുകത്തുന്ന ചൂട്ടിന്റെ വെളിച്ചത്തില്‍ കൊട്ടികയറിയ അസുരതാളത്തില്‍ സംഹാരരൂപിണിയായി അവള്‍ നിറഞ്ഞാടും. അതില്‍ അങ്ങകലെ ഒരില്ലം കത്തിയെരിഞ്ഞടങ്ങും.

ഇല്ലത്തമ്മയായിരുന്നു. സ്നേഹത്തില്‍ തൊട്ട് ഇല്ലം അശുദ്ധമായപ്പോള്‍ കാരണവന്മാര്‍ കെട്ടി പുഴയില്‍ താഴ്ത്തി. ഉയര്‍ത്തെഴുന്നേറ്റവള്‍ തെയ്യമായി,കണ്ടംഭദ്ര

Thursday, September 01, 2011


'If you’re listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; it’s purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold ever more wonders'.
- Andrew Harvey

Friday, June 24, 2011

Into each life some rain must fall.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Sing, Memory*


I still remember sitting in a minivan at age 6 or 7 and hearing this for the first time, not quite comprehending the lyrics and the meaning but still feeling an innate sadness nonetheless. I asked my mother why he was leaving and she looked at me and said that someday I'd understand. - ACDC392333/ The Boxer / Simon and Garfunkel


When immigrated from Mexico to this country. This song kept me moving forward. This song kept me moving on each and every cold night at the mauntain. Thanks to this song for giving me the will to keep moving on and being someone in life. Love Led Zeppelin. Always, Joey. - PhiloDlo/ Going To California/Led Zeppelin


You and I, sitting in our rent-controlled New York apartment ,reading, together but so alone, yearning for each other, but never reaching out. I cry every time I hear this, Sharon. It's been twenty years, but I still do - jeannot01/ The Dangling Conversation/Simon and Garfunkel


This song bombards my senses with Nostalgia, of a place i do not know and a time i do not remember. - Selous2Scout/Far away trains passing by


I was 14 and looking out the wiindow of our Mining company house. She was walking down the street in her new brown suede jacket and talking to girls skipping with two ropes. At that moment my friend put this Lobo song on the large Fleetwood sterio. It struck me that this girl had legs that went on and on and long beautiful hair down to her perfect bottom. This girl I would marry and I did in 1984.........THANK YOU LOBO, I'm still inspired with her 36 years later - Retiremesoon2/I'd Love You To Want Me/Lobo


In the late 70s, there was a radio station in Denver called KXKX. When it went off the air for the last time, just before midnight, this was the song they played--in its entirety - The Doors - The end - 351460 / The Doors/The End

*video comments from YouTube.com

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Portrait of a Memory

It was never there. Never in a closed room lit with neon bulbs, a gigantic old flower vase and a shabby curtain to match.Never in a pooram fest, when the girls drew pictures of the kaman with wildflowers, nor when a flower carpet was made with the kakkappoo during Onam. It was never there for me even to touch, and never did it say cheese to me.

When was the first time? Kids in barefoot and the outcast never turns up, the day of the school photo shoot. It was a ten rupee per picture, and I could see my mothers sun burnt frail face on that ten rupee note. My name was not in any school list that asked for money.

I want to take a picture, of a boy, dreaming about bokeh, lying down on the harsh rock, under the summer sun, sweltering in a large cashew nut farm.

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