Poem: “She...” –Suryakumaran

‘Everytime when I saw her

I wanted to ask her ‘do you love me’

She never answered

Everytime when I think of her

I wanted to ask her ‘do you think of me’

She never spelledout

Everytime when I call her

I wanted to ask her ‘do you expect my call’

She kept herself as usual

Everytime when  look at her

I wanted to ask her ‘do you expect me’

She stopped for a moment

and looked at me

slowly..peacefully...

with freezing eyelids

then I came to know

I am kept in her eyes

safely and affectionately

I understand that

love is not to be asked

She closed her eyes

I started to sink inside her

and stayed at the bottom of her heart’

Poem: “All set to reverse...” – Suryakumaran

‘I just walking on the road

I didn’t noticed anything strange

when I started to think of her

and started to spell out her name

the name which she donot know

I only call her by that name

it’s not like sweety.. honey..fairy...

just a name

its enough to tempt me

now I notice that

everything is changing reversely

the waves started from the sand to sea

the sun rolls from west to east

the clock goes to anti...

Shall I stop walking...

or stop calling her by that name...

yes I stopped

nothingelse changed

but I hear a secreat voice

close to my ears

Oh! she is also calling me

with special name

the name which I donot know

but the name she calls me

to tempt me

tempt and play

hope everthing will be alright

when both name decibels

meets together

I stopped walking

and started to listening...’

Poem: “Days of not meeting her” –Suryakumaran

‘Don’t know...

I don’t know

flowers are growing fast in the pot

on the days of not meeting her

than the days of meeting her

drongos are whispering at nearby trees

on the days of not seeing her

good old melody songs appear in FM

when donot have mobile calls from her

the songs which we both like

when we together

coffee tasts high

when I sit on the table

which was used by her

don’t know

what it means...

life turns wonderfull

and doubtfull at the same time

is it a game?

tempt and play tame?

or

this is the so called

gravity between us

life goes on its own way

by throwing flowers on me

and my thought

about her’

Poem: “She drives me...” –Suryakumaran

 

‘I don’t know

whats happening to me

when I ride bike

turns left

but the bike turns right

when I take a hot coffee

it appears cold

when I write using a pen

it swaps all the words

written by me

when I look upward

to see the sky

the sky seen at my foot

I don’t  know

whats happening to me

when go to movie

the girl on the screen

come and sit aside me

the girl aside me

appears on the screen

when I take guitar

to play Lennon’s notes

‘give a peace of chance’

the guitar spells a name

only a name

it is her name

she?

all these things started here

only I met her

no before I met her

its all started

when she touched me

by her eyes

yes only by her eyes

Whats happening to me

will she come and tell me

atleast!’