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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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

Being In India, I have No Complaints

Being in India, I have learnt
To live with No Complaints.

In the weakest of the breeze,
Or in a drizzle
When the power goes off
I have learnt to lite a candle
And live hours in sweaty solitude.
Taking it as an excuse
To skip my studies
And to live with no complaints.

During the monsoons
While driving down the road
Gives the nostalgic experience
Of the ponycab ride
Jumping to the skies, hitting the roof
And crash landing back on couch
I have learnt to take it as a ride game
And to live with no complaints.

When two rupees egg
Becomes three rupees over night
Because the hens
Have refused to lay eggs
During the pouring rains
I have learnt to drop my wish
Of having an Omelette
And to live with no complaints.

When a case
Filed by my Grandfather
Sees the light
Five years after his death
I have learnt to remember the saying
'Better late than never'
And to live with no complaints.

When my Minister does a small scam
For his 3 time food a day
I have learnt to say 'Oh its Politics,
Everyone does. Let him also live.
After all its just 170000 crores'.
Being in India, I have learnt
To live with No Complaints.

I know the truth
Yes I am selfish
And I am the root cause
Of all this
But Hey I wont admit
And I dont want the blame
So Being in India, I have learnt
To live with No Complaints.

- VINEETH MOHANDAS

शायरियाँ

कह दिया होता तुम अमानत है किसी और के
तो की नही होती हम मूहोब्बत इतनी आप से
अब कहने से भी क्या है फ़ायदा
लहू जो निकाली है आप ने हमारे दिल से

- विनीत मोहनदास

एक चाँद को चाहा था हम ने 
और नूर उसकी अपने आँखों मे बसाया था
मगर हमे था क्या पता
वह था पहले से आस्मान के बाहोमें

- विनीत मोहनदास

मरने केलिए हम है
तो कोई दूसरा मारे क्यों
मिटने केलिए हम है
तो कोई दूसरा मिटे क्यों
प्यार करने की जुरत की थी
मेरे इस कम्बक्त दिल ने
उसकी साज़ा दूसरों को भूकतना क्यों
क्या ज़ख़्म दिया था उसने
एक ही वार से
फिर रोते रोते भी यह दिल
उसका नाम लेता है क्यों

- विनीत मोहनदास

प्यार होते है क्या यह हमसे पूछो
दर्द होते है क्या यह हमसे पूछो
बहुत दुकता है यह दिल जब बिछूड़ते है वो
अब यह दर्द सहे कैसे यह हमसे पूछो

- विनीत मोहनदास

At the Crossroads of Life

Standing at the crossroads of life

Not knowing which way to go

I stood with a sigh

Watching the twilight.

Then an angel came on her car

Stopped by me and gave a smile

Showed me the way ahead

And told me to where it leads.

She got back to her car and drove away

With a tiny glitter in her eyes.

I walked forward, turned to my right

And then to my left

Saw all the paths that could lead me

To somewhere.

I turned behind

And saw her car going

Then I realized that I have found

The path that leads to my destiny.

- Vineeth Mohandas
(Inspired from the climax of the movie 'Cast away')