Maya

the eye

resigns itself..

no energy

to fight

to fear..

thayye nokunnu

kannu..

idu aanu..

ende

priya suhoorthinde

lokam

..nalle lokam

elle..

innu thonunnu..

kannu

adechhaalum..

thurannu

vechhaaalum..

orey pole

ellaam..

orey irittu..

orey vellichham

dear friend..

i hear

voice ask..

waiting

for the answer

even before

the question

is through..

why can i not

try

to walk

in

that kingdom

below

..?

thakshaka looks

with one

glassy eye..

because..

slowly

it whispers..

you are not

yet

strong enough..

it is not

easy..

will be tough..

to even step

on this ground..

that you see

below us..

why

?

voice asks

trying to sound

brave..

the eternal

coward

because..

thakshaka replies..

as the friendly coil

tightens gently

cradling

the form

nice and proper..

because..

the grounds

of my king..

to stumble in

is common..

returning..

a different

thing..

your incident

dear friend..

an accident..

due to

a question..

that came

last..

but i am

no fool

to take

another chance

with the life

of my friend..

saying thus

thakshaka rests

its head

on mine

your king

dear one

we rest

and share..

your king

must be

truly blessed

truly good..

to have

someone

like you

my friend..

i hear

heart whisper

beneath

the loving

hood..

please tell me

my dear..

eye whispers

lovingly..

please sing

to me..

the story

of this

wonderful

place

where rules

your blessed

king

long ago..

says thakshaka..

moving away

to speak..

lived a king

called daksha..

his daughter..

a princess

true..

chose when asked

a groom..

so poor..

thakshaka continues

beneath one hand..

i can feel

the temperature

of my cold friend

rising..

it whispers

on..

then one day

came a message

her way..

dear father

had organised

a yajna..

she went..

leaving behind

her uninvited

beloved..

her father

spoke

no words

of love..

she stood

among them

all

alone..

her father then

spoke

not lovingly of

the one

who to her

was

her very soul..

this place

is that

where she

put an end

to everything

tying her

to dear father..

it is also

where

lies

her

beloved..

he has never

forgiven

himself

this

this story..

i have heard

before..

thakshaka..

dear..

one..

but thakshaka

has uncoiled

lost..

eye sees

it slide

quietly to

the ground..

writhing

in

something..

some sheer

distress..

thakshaka

voice calls..

as form

clings to

the tree..

my friend

lies

bathed in dust..

in rain

dear rain..

please wait..

i pray..

i pray..

my friend

lies unmoving..

the rain

hammers down

refusing

to wait..

for a friend..

form

loosens

its hold..

together..

we lie

bathed in mud

yet again..

this time

no play

this time

all pain..

dear rain..

beats

down

on us..

unforgiving