Alibaba of my mind hid the donkeys fed and tied

waiting hidden for the thieves atop a tall juniper tree...

ears attuned sharp

to catch the stomping of the hoofs afar

raising dust and terror along

Alibaba of my mind

still clung on

in the lure of treasure laden promises

of the mystifying cave below

opening to incantations yet unknown to him...

let the fable mesmerize

the Morgiana in me

daring yet to knife the thieving goons away

dancing to the zither in Alibaba's dome...

take these crayons

draw an orange sunday

with vert lime grass beneath

aqua green waters

and silver blue skies

paint my soul in hues of purple

and my heart in deep red

and paint you next to me

perfectly posed...

dolphin and me

often into my dreams
wanders a dolphin
pale blue finned
does cartwheels
on aqua marine waters 
chopping waves
The dolphin in my dreams
skimming the embers of the horizons
yellow sunny sprays
 i sense in fragments and figments
the freedom within and without...
but only in dreams
another hazy pale purple dawn
moon hasn't lost her glory
am born again
running eager to my mate
on the waterlines
of the blue green bight in my dreams
pretty mermaid i turn into
in corals and rainbow pearls
leaving  plains and pains
on the shore behind
into I dive
for foamy waves
dolphin in my dreams
splashing  at me
pulls me down 
into the blueness
into the oblivion

ഞാന് ഈ കാടില് തനിയെ ഇരുന്നു കൊള്ളട്ടെ
എനിക്ക് ചുറ്റും മരങ്ങള് വന്മതിലുകളായി കാവല് നില്ക്കുന്നു
എന്റെ ശ്വാസം എന്റെ ഹൃദയം കേള്ക്കുന്നു
ഈ താളാത്മകമായ അന്തരീക്ഷത്തിലെ രാത്ഞ്ഞിയാണ് ഞാന്
ഇവിടെ ഈ വനാന്തരങ്ങളില് ഒളിഞ്ഞു നോക്കാന് എനിക്കൊന്നുംമില്ല
എല്ലാം എന്റെ മാത്രം.

A pair of dreamy eye lids
A stick of mascara
Bright red lipstick
Neither bloody nor bright
But just right
For an attempt
To tempt
Your wits….

A quart of a century that I should have exploited
Sat smiling
In a picture frame
Laid neatly behind in parenthesis of yesterdays
Leaving behind feeble sighs to thrive today
Of concocted “would have beens” and “could have beens”
To frequent often
At each seconds passing
As the past tense gains strength upon unsuspecting creatures everywhere
Devouring up
Time in its insatiable horrific appetite for destruction.
A habit has formed out of nothingness
Deviant delight
Of shameless immersion in self pity.
Wandering monkey in side my head
Whizzes thru the flicks of life’s choicest menus
So much and yet so little to indulge…
Now tired lumbers
Slips into a slumber…
Ellipses wait upon a waking monkey eager