1. Who said so?
Who said that
Humans cannot fly ?
Let them produce
The evidence then,
Of your feet having touched
The ground,
Ever since you fell in love.
**
2. As if unseen
Whatever you are doing-
As if unseen by anyone,
I am cognisant of it all.
My only regret:
I cannot convey it
In a language
Unheard by anyone else.
**
3. Willingness
Anyone could have come,
Instead
You chose to come yourself.
You could have come any day,
But you came today itself.
You need not have come,
Yet you came;
I got to know of it.
The seat before you
By the side of the sea shore,
Shall be bereft of my presence.
Tonight
All alone,
In that silence
Where even a foot step’s echo
Cannot intrude,
I want to reminisce
About
Your willingness
To meet me.
**
4. Unable to hide
How lovely to see your
Land!
I caught sight of a tree
In full bloom
Amidst all that green!
It was unable to hide
The spreading blush-
Like you caught unaware,
In an unexpected kiss.
**
5. Lightning
Your smile struck
Me down,
Just once!
I have died many times
Thence.
**
6. Futile
Alone,
I climbed a hill
And stared down at the valley.
A wandering breeze
Sent
By God,
Came by,
And tried to
Skirt around me-
In a futile effort
To compensate
Your absence.
I could not help
Laughing.
**
7. Sticker
Two life- spirits
Unexpectedly
Unite
In any love affair.
They endure
The agonised helplessness
Of being wrenched apart
When they separate.
8. Unique
I am the Fire
You
The fragrant oil.
In the light cast about
As we
Burn together
God
Completes
A love poem.
**
8. Promise
I shall come seeking you
Forever.
Irrespective
Of the number of times
I am turned back.
I read my own promise-
In the language of the waves.
**
9. Mine
There a few things
Totally belonging to me.
God
Mind
Life
Then you.
(Ah, you mock:
‘Where are these anyway?’)
I have not seen any of those!
We are always busy,
Aren’t we-
Involved deeply
With all that which remain
Unseen?
10. Who are you?
Who are you?
The one who is willing
To run towards
Someone like me
Who is lazy
To put a step
Forward?
**
Ministhy S Nair 
കവിതയോടുള്ള ഈ കമിറ്റ്മെൻറ്, ഇഷ്ടം മലയാളത്തോടുഠ നല്ല എഴുത്തിനോടുമുള്ള താല്പര്യം …വായനക്കാർ തിരിച്ചറിയാതിരിക്കില്ല തീർച്ച.
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‘One writes out of a need to communicate and to commune with others, to denounce that which gives pain and to share that which gives happiness. One writes against one’s solitude and against the solitude of others. One assumes that literature transmits knowledge and affects the behaviour and language of those who read…’ Eduardo Galeano, 1978 ( In defence of the word)
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