The bicycle.
I force it circular
But it moves ahead.
My dreams.
I colour them.
But appear always in nights
In the backdrop of the darkness.
Life in the sky
Spaceless.
My days
My walks
All in Guruvayoor
No match.
Even though I force
My pedals circular.
Move ahead. The bicycle.
m. faizal
It was a grey rainy day
We set about to see the wild.
Chirping birds
Waving leaves
Greenish rain on oily shone foliages
All we were passing through the caged corridor
Safe spectators!
In the groves, deer
Behind the rocks,tigers
In the trees,apes
Beside the bamboos,elephants
With strange looking,bisons.
Our caged path led us to
The dark interior
Through the wild domain.
Night’s dark polythene
Laminated the smoky-green
After the sun’s fall.
At the exit near the threshold
Nervously we cried out to
The momentarily growing panic,
For it was heavily locked.
Outside the passage
Beasts were gazing at us
Playfully in the frozen night.
Night moved like a reptile’s stretch
Excreting a metamorphic air.
We remained as the blind refugees.
In the bright dawn
Horns of my companions
Poked me to wake up.
They pulled my tail
To tickle me.
Outside our caged passage
Political animals crowded
With their bulls-eye looking.
Our cage moved to the
Openness of the public’s cockfight.