Alone in the Rain

My life is shutting down in front of my eyes
And I stand like a boy, lost in the rains,
Chilled, Lonely and Frightened.
It was a tempest of life that came without a call
Destroying all that I knew as my own
Without mercy or an iota of love.
My life that was King size,
My beloveds, the pillars of my life;
The ego that gave me face,
And the greed that led to my disgrace;
All swept and flushed away,
Within the blink of my eyes,
And I looked like a fool of destiny
An actor on stage without a script.
Behind these bars life is so dark,
Just Me, my confessions,
And repentance for company.
Outside these walls will the storm ever die?
Will the birds ever sing again the songs of glee?
Will a new dawn ever come with the rays of hope?
Or will it all end in my silence
That lies at the mercy of this rope.

- Vineeth Mohandas
(Dedicated to S.Sreesanth, Indian Cricketer and all others who ruin their life chasing their greed)

Marikkunnu Manasakshi (Dying Consciousness)

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Kaathirippu (The Long Wait)

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The Eternal Kiss

The hour is so freezing cold
Yet my heart is on fire
With no one close by
To feel its heat
With no one near by
To see it burn.
I wish one day
Out from the Saffron sky
Will come someone
To my deserted life
Who will Kiss me
As long as my loneliness
As intense as my agony
And take me to the world
Of Eternal Life.

- Vineeth Mohandas

 

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.