Sunday, December 30, 2012





I see my reflection
in my eyes..
i see my world
tilted like the axis
of earth
i see my reflection
in my own fingers
fighting a world
which waits for my tears..
I turn unhurt in hurt lockers..

Friday, December 21, 2012


Against the thick blankness
pictures, portraits, laurels
i removed all from my wall.
Strings of my veena turned sober,
my mind turned numb
There hangs a destiny
which i want to slice
in many tiny fragments..

When i opened my eyes

December offered me a tear drop 
which  submerged in the ocean
 of my origin

ike a rain drop...    

Monday, December 17, 2012


In  syllables, 
semicolons and  symbols,
my conscience refused
to die..
From decorated coffins
my dreams i pulled back
nestled there a shadow
very close to my royal oak table
Eras turned silent

in dark mountain caves..
ahead of shadows and dreams
i walked from my garden
to one autumn in earthen

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

12th DECEMBER 2O12

I have lost a feeling
and a belief on faces...
i stood in between
fighting shadows.... 
From one calendar
For  my life, I wrote
for the day,
for eleven sea shells..
I wrote  on 12/12/2012
there remained a December Star
Witnessing me deleting
the last quote of the day..
I walked past seasons
and the changed sea shores 
of eastern oceans
I wait for none,
not even for my destiny..
like a poem, like a feather
i wrote on the day's last quarter....

Sunday, December 9, 2012

( By Rema Prasanna Pisharody)
December 10, 2012


It is true that I watched
a sunset and its  silent anger 

darkened the horizon 
from a giant 
mountain peak... 

From the sunset point
someone struggled to lift
a plastic coated wrong
to one paradise isle but failed..

Never knew before

that a sunset could conspire
behind the horizon in
shadows and shades..

Saturday, December 8, 2012


From the weighing scales of Time
let me take back my Tulsi Leaves
In my sandalwood garden
to my surprise the entire wealth
of a western ghat river turned
too weightless against
a single leaf of
Ocimum Tenuiflorum..

From behind
Events tied me and I could
Not hold back
My words nor silence..
I walked along with
The fragrance of sandalwood
Trees holding a tulsi  leaf in my hand..

Thursday, December 6, 2012


Never again in my life i fall short of words
nor silence
where shadows climb upwards
to the outgrown mountain branches..
Never again in my life i fall short of seasons
that in the fireplace i find
days shedding teardrops and my heartbeats
i find not an answer why i encountered
fiercely grown banyan shadows
in my past..

Monday, December 3, 2012


Images are bright in green
from the nature's canvas
where on the story field
of wars, soldiers march past
ahead of my eastern shore
with a Carnegiea Gigantea
and a placard of worn out love...
In my heartbeats, December
brought back autumn tints
and in memories, past re winded
forgone seasons..
From the dried up teardrops
what story December wants in return..
even I don't know...

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

It is not faces sending me shadows
but trees which grow beyond
the meridian of my earthen oceans..
Ink, it is pure like a channel, built
for watering imaginations
where a nation floats in search
of its dead gone soul..
Ancient legends I search for where myths
and mathematics draw caricatures of past
in sporadic seasons
Who speaks there on podium
And who covers the clear eastern sky?
From the temples of east coast seas
a memoir I hold in hand for a season
which taught me
not to dream along with a shadow...

Monday, September 3, 2012



It rained along with the opening
dawn and by mid June, a month
ended in my ancient almanac
While rewinding events 
on the dotted lines 
i found a coat of  paint on the fourth
compartment of a knowledge house..
Timid alphabets forgot silence
and speech emerged from sea shells
From the overflowing oceans
i watched  a horizon extending
its branches to take away
my star lit earthen lanterns..


I don't think i need to answer
in witness box to the envious
shadows which cast a net against

my Rain Forests
where i set rain flowers
and a season full of melodies

There i see the valleys which fill

coins in opera houses
for the next show
and what for i need to feel
envious of that painted
voracious terror filled dale
which ruined the core
and conscience of my Nation.

Friday, August 31, 2012



I understand… 
I understand even the mistaken
 alphabets of events
from the very beginning 
to its very end.. 
I know the punctuations, 
I know what happened
and I know how events turned 
and many such things
but i  never tried first the way
you tried to persecute
You tried even to barter my heartbeats,
soul in open great walls.. 
True, I have raised my voice 
to block you otherwise 
I knew you would have  stamped
even my innermost soul
on your bloated paper thin ego...
Soles  float and colours flow
when greed  treads beautifully 
ahead of Goodness 
and I know God witnessed 
not your success
but failure 
as a human element..

Wednesday, August 15, 2012


I need to tune my Veena
for that i need to walk back
to my origin, to the foundation
of my pure self
where in the distorted soil
of seashores
i need to build again
a place from foundation stone
ahead of concrete pillars,
ahead of faceless clouds,
to set aside the tunes lost,
strings broken and not again
i need to walk back to find
a season that i know
from where my music comes
from in Monsoon

Tuesday, August 14, 2012



I broke the Saint Gobain
glass box to free my ocean
It wasn't easy a task
for words to speak
against the heart
of a concreted silence
where near i found
my tricolour half-mast
It wasn't to mourn a death
but pulled back;
pulled back  by uneven
and I broke the Saint Gobain glass box
to free my soul, my heartbeats,
my earth, my flag in orange, white
and green..

Thursday, August 9, 2012


I have not lost the last heartbeat
of my life which i thought
would end in one glass bowl
where in the echo cardiogram
heartbeats stopped for a while
to find the ultimate truth
of one season;
to know, to understand
how clouds graze beneath
the sky in search of oceans
and even at times in search
of life beyond earth's destinations
and when Morpheus fell
near Cape Canaveral
i searched not for a satellite lens
to know how beautiful
a place i got on this earth
to dream big...