Life, A Celebration of Being Alive

What a moment it was

A moment of revelation

When I got to know

With my each and every breath

That I'm getting closer

And closer to my death.

With the passing of moment

With the ticking of the time

I got to know more closely

More vividly, my Life.

Strange, yet so real

Confusing, yet exciting

And what a thriller is its climax

The silent, uninvited Death.

The point of realization

The moment of truth

When all that was thought real

Starts mocking at you

The grief and the lust

The struts and the frets

The love that went unseen

In the ego blindness

All my truth

Was nothing but a mirage.

Now I realize

How far was the haven.

Why this despair, why the agony

Why this quagmire that’s so funny

When the moments are passing

And the time is ticking

Life should be a celebration

A celebration of being alive.

- Vineeth Mohandas

The Voice, Unknown

Once in my sleep

I heard a gently voice

Cold like a breeze, soft like a flower

Echoing like thunder

Accompanied by lightening

That woke me up

From the long hibernation of mine

It said to me you have long way to go

And my doubtful mind asked where to go.

It said to me there is lot to be done

I wondered what’s there left for me to be done.

The gentle voice then said to me

 “Dear, that is what you got to find.

The mission for which you are born”

Saying thus it faded out

I saw a dawn in the shut eyes of mine

With the eternal Sun shining in its sky

It left me awakened

For the endless time to come

Searching for the truth

Of my existence and the world around.

-          Vineeth Mohandas

Oru Virahageetham (A Song of Melancholy)

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The above poem was published in Malayalam Online Magazine www.kanikkonna.com on 17 January, 2011.

Ente Rodanam (My Cry)

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Cì Rm³ ssIhnSpì

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Ahë `£n¸m\mbpÅ t`mP\ambn.

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Hê lnaIWw t]mse

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The above poem was published in Malayalam Online Magazine www.kanikkonna.com on 08 November, 2010.

I Wish to be a Child; All Life

I wish I had remained

A child all Life

Not knowing what

This world is outside.

I never knew

What it meant to be

A Hindu, Dalit, Buddha or Jain.

I never knew

What it meant to be

A Christian, Islam, Sikh or Jew.

For me Christmas was the time

To get gifts from Santa

Diwali was the time

To burst crackers and have halwa

 Eid was the time to have

Biriyani and Sarbath

And it was fun, full of life

I wish I had remained

A child all life.

I used to smile and smile all time

Never knew there were

Occasions to smile

Now when I see my smile in a mirror

I wonder where I lost it

And got this wrong one there

Now when I think of

My marriage and children

I first think whether my spouse

Is my caste and religion

Going for a job or for studies

I think more of

The reservation I enjoy

Days of Joy I would never see again

It’s the life of separation

Looming large and again

In the midst

Of all impossibilities of life

I wished I had remained

A child all life

Not knowing what

This world is outside.

- VINEETH MOHANDAS