Madhusoodhanan Nair (1949-

[ Famous works: Madhusoodhanan Nair's Kavithakal, Bharatheeyam, Naranath Bhranthan, Gandhi, Achan Piranna Veedu, Ghandarvam...]

 

In the dark secret night of despair,

Gandharva songs turned to elation.

Searching for pearls in the depths,

It's twice as sweet to see that fruit.

Madhusoodhanan, the sweet fruit.

Morphed Gandhi into an Indian poet.

To walk alone with those wings.

To walk with hope even in the weary days,

To grow, to continue, to prosper,

Painted the map of India.

Poet Changmbuzhas notes,

Mixed with emotions of his voice,

Naranath Bharanthan and the mother of 12 children,

Can see the sweet fruit of his son.

Madhu's soodhanan,

Sweet of the poet. 

Sweet of the poetry.

KG Shankarapillai (1948-

 [Famous works: Bengal, Ayodhya, Aaanadhan...] 

Like fireworks, explosive,

Explode the fire brand Shankaran,

KG Shankarapillai.

Aanandan exploded once,

In Bengal and,

Once in Ayodhya.

Shankara, the new fire,

Shankara, the new fight,

Without the fear of death,

Trumpet of revolt.

A direct strike.

Even the fearful dogs bark.

But man is blind to the dark.

Silent to the blind.

Dhritharaastra silence.

After the prayers 

The lambs sing the song of hope,

While stumbling in the streets.

Singing the song of saviour,

"He will come; He will come and save us."

I replied: "Oh, blind men, with strong vision, turning a blind eye won't help you.

No saviors left to descend"

A Ayyappan (1949-2010)

[Famous works: Buddhanum Attin Kuttiyum, Pravasiyude Geetham, Veyil Thinunna Pakshi, Greeshmame Saakhi...]

Like a bird eating the heat of the sun,

Heart heavier than ever.

Sleepless nights in the bad dreams,

Floating in the height of-

Borderless mind.

Each stroke becomes the

Paintings of Vangoge.

Deeply wounded childhood,

Turned the pain into paintings.

With a cocktail of denial and rebellion,

With the sacrificing mind, I knew,

Someone would become the scapegoat.

I represent a book written.

Only on one side.

Even in the imperfection,

I had a few white wings.

The birds flying in freedom,

Without falling into the sharp arrows,

Was Ayyappan's dream of wings.

The lamb fell after a stone's throw,

Turned into a lamp of Buddha, 

Lamp of the Lamb.

C Ravunni

[Famous works: Kavyacature, Maattudeshathe Kallezhuthukal...]

Is there poetry without language?

Is there art without poetry?

Is there drama without art?

Is there life without drama?

I won't run back,

I won't be silent.

Fighting with the time,

Fighting with the fights.

I won't run back.

In the burning trees and

In the flowering trees.

Poems bloom.

I won't be silent,

No more masks.

I will fight till the-

End of my time.

Mullanezhi Neelakandan Namboodhiri (1946-2011)

[ Famous works: Mohappakshi, Raappattu. Naaranath Pranthan...] 

A rebirth for the madman-

From the Naranath Branthan.

Oppressors build fear,

Build support to defeat.

Not resorting to succumb,

Recited Mullenzhi, carrying,

The depth of the ocean.

Changing the swelling

From left to right and

Right to left.

Rulers never changed,

To remove the cancer,

From the rulers and the ruling laws.

Do we have the knives to conduct surgery?

On the system, at least a pen knife. 

To explore the path of truth,

Not asking the right path.

The words that transpire

Ardent love and compassion,

In the light of truth.

Words awakened as fire-

Is the driving strength.

Power of transformation,

Power of care.

S Rameshan Nair (1946-2021)

[ Famous works: Soorya Hridayam, Paambatti, Hridhaya Veena....]

Poet Rameshan swam back.

To the musical heaven.

Even in the new age,

The old rivers flow, 

Glowing without any drought.

To become the moonlight of- 

Krishna imagines the poet's moon.

To become the meadow of Kerala,

Flowers of Kerala should blossom.

Without vanishing, Without dry spell,

Without a worn-out custodian of

The culture, with immortal words.

In the secrets of life, what flows is

The honey of poetry, the honey of songs.

In courage, fighting the Karma

In the path of Karma.

In search of truth, wanders the truth.

Not the spectacles reveal the magical words.

But a glass that shows insights in 3D.

Deep into the eye, into the soul.

Fire in the eyes, discerning the truth,

Into the trench, into the abyss of the soul.

K Sachidhanandan (1946-

[Famous works: Aathma Geetha, Anchu Sooryan, Aasanna Marana Chinthakal, Ezhuthachanezhuthumbol....]

Those were the days-

Of incessant rains.

Sorrows, a sense of death,

and homesickness were introrse.

The words hidden in the waves,

Flowered into poetry.

Even the waves bloomed into words.

The silence between the waves,

Flowed into music. 

The song of the soul, as five suns,

And as thoughts of imminent death.

Ezhuthachan's soul wrote the soul song.

Inherently silent, the child wished-

to speak to flowers, wind and the parrot.

Celebrated the sun in the child's view, 

And the child of the sun's view.

It was my habit.

I burn in it,

Like my pyre, 

The winds that have ripened,

The seeds of my stories,

Have tenderly caressed Siddhartha.

The young and restless sun is a flame 

That burns the spirit through karma yoga.

The peacock sun is a fountain of compassion. 

The yellow sun was a tormented consciousness. 

The white sun was a senile one and 

The black sun was a mortal one. 

Each sun was the light of the poet's inner face. 

The inner face shone like a-

Multifaceted star 

In the joy of Sachidananda.

Roaring revelation of Sachidananda,

Don't dream of the end of misery.

At least there is a sigh of relief, 

A healing for the wound. 

When poetry is sung, 

When there is music,

And transpires into songs.

At least there is a sigh of relief, 

A healing for the wound. 

D Vinayachandran (1946-2013

[ Famous works: Narakam Oru Prema Kavitha Ezhuthunnu, Veetilekkull Vazhi, Samastha Keralam PO, Dishasooji...]

I searched myself

In one poem.

Started journey 

In a bounce.

As a child, 

I could see,

Myself wandering.

In words that

Corals rain.

I wanted to see

Tomorrow's world.

All my journey,

In search of originality,

In search of truth,

From metamorphosis

To Transformation.

Creative cocktails,

Imaginative worlds,

In folk songs,

In folk arts,

In ecstasy and in climax,

Becoming the dancing lights.

Juxtaposing the libido,

With a storm,

The spirit of beauty,

Name it Vinayachandran.

Found mother in the spirit of

Rivers and mountains.

Into the poetry of the mother.

The river that flows,

From those mountains must be-

As clean as her milk.

From the ashes of the pyre,

Thoughts, with the beauty of

Red lotus fragments,

Rising from the ember.

Charming in every line.

Ezchcheri Ramachandran (1944 -

[Famous Works: Idapparambile Janaki, Shyaama, Bharathi, Neeli, Pinneyum Nee chirikkunnu, Kanyakumari, Nee Thalirkkan...]

The sun that burned the horoscope

Edapparam Janaki enlightened me.

I was drawing expressions,

Resembled a woman's forgiveness.

As much as the earth's, 

Not forgetting Kalliyankattu Neeli.

Not forgetting the fire in Neeli's eyes.

Ezhacheri, confused in the 

Multitudes of Kanyakumari 

Recites : 

I am not a preacher.

What did you do to Jesus?

Who preached well in Galilee?

What did you do to Socrates and

Martin Luther King?

What did you do to Gandhi?

Who made life in preaching?

Should I recite one more line of the poem?

Should I recite one more line of the poem?

Agnisarman Namboodiri (1944-)

[He was my professor in electronics at the Government Engineering College, Thrissur, between 1998 and 1999. He has published one poetry book in the name Kumabalapookkal (Winter Melon Flowers)]

My electronic teacher,

Who taught binaries,

Wrote binary poems.

Like the one who found,

New life in Winter melon, 

In the abandoned creepers.

Retired, not tired.

Words can never die,

From the memories of

Retirement.

Knew the cool breeze, 

Will never be the scent-

Of life and energy.

Learned Jibran and Omar Ghayam,

And Vyloppilli at the same time.

Wrote the poems in binary numbers.

In elation and distress,

In growth and withering,

In Dark and Light,

In rational and irrational,

In rightness and folly.

Bichu Thirumala (1942-2021)

Flowers bloomed in snow,

A flower blossomed-

To write letters of wind.

Another flower became the music.

In the branches of the 

Palm tree.

Songs by birds,

On the edges of leaves,

Not knowing the beauty,

On the banks of the lake.

And on the banks of the eyes.

Transpired into the old Tamil-

Song, the ancestral song.

Songs from the deep roots.

Songs from the heart.

Sreekumaran Thampi (1941-)

[ Famous works: Achante Chumbhanam, Sheershakamillatha Kavithakal, Omanayude Oru Divasam, Ammaykkoru Thaaratt.]

Does Thampi need a pointer?

Does Thampi need a kingship?

Does Thampi need an ornament?

Does Thampi need a vigorous dance?

The song of the awakening soul risen, 

When the elephants marched in procession.

Heard the sound of the cuckoo's bell; 

Singing the first tune, seeking only one.

The moonlight dissolves in the moon. 

At the temple of Uttara Swayam.

Kathakali and Thaipuya Kavadi,

Dances are beautiful in your mind.

Why is there vermilion in the evening?

In the mind of a Malayali girl? 

In the core of the heart?

When the poetic flower cloud, 

Begins to bloom and 

Desire begins to rain.

A point of happiness, 

A point of sadness.

Far away, far away, the blue sky,

Poetry written with the heart. 

The nectar of love is its language.

I wish you good luck, Kerala, Kerala.

Kadamanitta (1935-2008)

[ Famous work: - Kurathi, Kadinjool Pottan, Mazhappeyyunnu Maddhalam Kottunnu, Kadamanittayude Kavithakal, Velli Velicham, Sooryashila, Shantha...]

I don't want to let sadness, 

Flow like a wild river of lamentation.

But a boiling, burning steam,

Like lava, a hot mind.

No words of love or flirting,

I have no madhouse, 

No raga. No Shruti. No variations.

Not a cool breeze, 

But a storm, a fierce roar.

I will not intoxicate you, 

I will not lull you.

The crystal beads on my chest.

Are life beatings more worth it or-

A corpse that neared the sunset.

In the desert, seeking green land,

The woodcutter's axe-

Turns back to the woodcutter.

The springs have dried up. 

The wells have dried up.

But, will the rocks split

And the streams flow?

Is there a hope in Kadammanitta's hope?

Like the roaring thunder of thunder,

Kadamanitta's duties, Kadamanitta's poems.

Sugathakumari (1936-2020)

[ Famous works: Raathri Mazha, Muthu Chippi, Swapna Bhoomi, Irul Chirakukal, Radhayevide, Thulavarsha Pacha, Kurinjippookkal.]

Found the circle of life and,

Never-ending sorrow of life,

In a drop that falls on an oyster.

The soul tied down, 

Cannot fly from its nest,

Cannot fly in the fear of-

Separation and darkness.

Kaaliya, in Kaliyamardhanam-

Spread his egotism and pain like, 

Poison in Kaliya's oppression, 

Will spread his wings.

Everything that's repeated in boredom

Except for the passionate love.

Lust less love was a shining forest.

Radha searched for Kannan in that forest 

Wandered for the love.

Krishna, you don't see me now.

Woods, I searched for you,

Turned into a dark forest.

The forest, the river, the soil,

And the women are hunted in the dark.

No time to wander in search of Krishna.

No time to wander in search of Krishna.

No forest. No river. No soil. 

No trees. No nests to gather. 

The sound of the bird flying, 

In search of the trees is-

My lamentation.

How can I sing to God,

Song of God's own country, 

While women cry for life, 

Falling in the darkness?

Kamala Das / Madhavikutty (1934-2009)

[Famous works: Sirens, The summer in Calcutta, Everest Press, An introduction, The descendants, The old playhouse and other poems, Orient Longman, The stranger time]

I wandered lonely 

When I lost my grandmother.

In the rooms of the Naalapattu house,

I lost the earth,

When I lost my grandmother.

I lost my mother,

In my mother's hard-pressed life.

I was alone in the darkness.

Language is not my caste, 

I don't have religion.

Language is my music.

Not interested in politics.

With marriage, 

I became completely alone.

Like in the desert,

I started to wear,

The dress of the men.

The sign of strength is not crying, 

But smiling.

So I started to smile.

I was in love with light.

I searched for the light in the darkness,

But, ended up in even more darkness.

I started to love the darkness too, 

Started laughing madly in the darkness. 

Kamala's laughter.

Ayyappa Panicker (1930-2006)

[ Famous works: Kallan (Thief), Agni Pooja (Fire Prayer) Pakalukal Rathrikal (Days and nights), Gopika Dhandakam, Pookaathirikkaan enikkaavathilla....]

Rarest of imagination,

Blossomed the poetic beauty,

Will never write on war and famine,

Selling tears is not my brand,

He said, finding unique poems,

Even a thief is poetic.

Tools of satire and humour, 

They are the finest weapons.

Cartoon poems ignited the new dance.

In the rhythms of Idakka and Chenda,

Cartoon poems ignited the new dance.

In the rhythms of Idakka and Chenda,

The mud on the left foot,

Transferred to the right wing.

Mud on the right foot,

Transferred to the left wing.

The poet who recited this song,

Desired to become a parrot.

The poet longed to become a parrot,

Became a vulture to cultivate the logic.

In the ceaseless burning flame,

Truth shines in the sunlight.

In the ceaseless burning flame,

Truth shines in the sunlight.

Vishnu Narayanan Namboodhiri (1939-2021)

[ Famous works: - Balyadharshanam, Oru Geetham, Bhoomi Kanyakaye Thedi, Bhoomi Geetham...]

Child's curiosity,

A poem and a song.

When Earth seeks the maiden.

Love song, earth becomes a song.

Screaming and crying for India,

Streaming Indian emotional river.

Let it transform into,

A hundred million,

A million, million-

Footsteps.

An undefeated journey.

A journey to the border;

An undefeated journey.

A day and night in Ujjain, 

I tell my nation, 

Life is auspicious.

In the empire where the sun never sets, 

I was Einstein's guest,

I met Heisenberg. 

All the children who come 

For the one-dimensional principle, 

I can only sing the song of love,

Sing the story of compassion,

Let those songs fly in the sky high.

N K Desom (1936-2024)

Famous works: - Mudra, Deshikam. (complete collection of poems)

[ Famous poems: - Angulappuzhuvum Adaykka Kiliyum, Anthimalari, Manthrimar Naadu Vaanidum Kaalam, Kanya Hridayam, Kazhutha, Enthinu Velicham...] 

Anthimalari- the virgin heart,

Song of a unique person,

To the poet of the land of Aluva, 

A gentle, sweet song in Malayalam.

Why searching for light,

Sung like Akkittham poet.

Will smile like a child, 

Will bloom like flowers, 

Like a dagger splitting my heart,

Flowing like a river in multitudes.

In Kazhutha, In Angulappuzhu,

Appooppan Thaadi, 51 letters 

Ran after Desom

To make the verses into the world,

The letters came flowing and 

Moving his fingers like in a magic trick.

In the land of Aluva,

Words unfolded stories like riddles.

On the banks of the Periyar, 

Poems transpired into stories.

Stories transpired into poems. 

And the poet became poetry.

Words rained and found their stream.

Like a river in the land of Desom, 

In the land of N.K.Desom.

M N Paloor (1918-2018 )

[ Famous works: - Kalikaalam, Pedithondan, Theertha Yaathra, Bhangiyum Abhangiyum ]

God - The fearful being,

Won't walk outside like many,

Fearing the men outside.

Out of fate, God begs-

Before men for salvation.

Kind men build prisons and,

Fortresses for the Gods.

In a secure prison, 

God extends his hand for alms.

Throwing Gold and silver,

Poor men save God.

God - a Lord, feels, 

Pleasure at the sight of gold.

If a man in a suit,

Says close to Eliot,

Not merely a scrap,

Pride goes to the sky,

Becomes a scholar.

Advice and bounties,

Arrive in the dark age. 

Not befalling to folly, 

Not becoming the game,

Seek the knowledge.

Aattoor Ravi Varma (1931- 2019)

[Famous works: - Kavitha, Aattoor Kavithakal.]

Seeking the truth in present,

Rejected the traditions.

Pierced the contradictions,

With contradictions.

Despised and mocked with no mercy.

Why should we remember-

The lost paradise?

While in the heaven of 

Honey and the time of pleasure.

The vision of India, 

Shattered into pieces, 

Sank into the abyss and further.

In the poetry of Aattoor madness, 

The mad wandering,  

Lacking the shores.

Imagination of the poets,

Yet another madness.

Let lust, devotion, and love; 

Crumble into a hundred pieces 

Before an empty stomach and 

An empty lunch bowl.

It's the transitional period. 

Where crematoriums are to be cut open,

Rotten corpses to be buried, 

Not to remember even the roots.

The path we cut forward

During the daylight,

Can not be reversed.

Perform a logical surgery, 

on the foolish corpses-

Those who are in pain.

It can't go in vain.

In the sun, poetry burns- 

Like a black flame.

Is the flame black? 

In the sun, Poetry burns-

Like a black flame 

Is the flame black? 

Not ready to serve the sweet honey,

Let the black flames burn.

Not ready to serve the sweet honey,

Let the black flames burn.

O N V Kurup (1931-2016)

[ Famous Works:- Dhaahikunna Paanapaathram, Bhoomikkoru Charama Geetham, Aksharam, Uppu, Agni Shalabhangal, Mrigaya, Aparanham...]

Waking up with a dream of

Sunshine, days of shine,

Waking up with a dream of

Red dawn, days of mine.

Words undermine that dream,

Turns a message of death and despair.

Words and songs-

Intoxicating the soul,

The memories of time,

Intoxicating the soul.

Not possible for me to ever,

Burn myself to become the candle.

While red flowers fall,

Dividing the time and space.

Words remain on the rocks.

My words of desire remain.

My words of desire remain.

Not possible for me to ever,

To break the mother earth's nature.

Bhoomikkoru Charamageetham,

Lamenting from the heart.

My words of desire remain.

My words of desire remain.

Words undermine that dream,

Turns a message of death and despair.

Words and songs 

Intoxicating the soul,

The memories of time,

Intoxicating the soul.

Thirunelloor Karunakaran (1924-2006)

[Famous works: Samagamam, Rani, Rathri, Manju Thullikal, Madhuramanu Dheeravumaanu, Greeshma Sandhyakal, Vayalar, Anthi Mayangumbol...]

Hidden the flowers of love,

In the sands of the revolution,

In the song of revolt.

Though the breeze of love-

Is sweet like honey,

Many won't get that breeze,

Before they turn into dust.

Oppressed men who fought and,

Fought without getting tired.

Mercy of Thirunallur found his tides.

The truths hidden in the tears,

That rises from the tender heart.

The powerful woman unites to 

Defeat the landlord, drown in love.

Know the human values, 

Lead them forward,

Take every step,

Without pausing,

Without stumbling.

Torch the light,

To walk in the light.

Thirunelloor :

To kill, die said the wise, 

To kill and die, said the fool.

Olappamanna Subramanyan Namboodhiri (1923-2001)

[Famous works: Veena, Kalpana, Kulambadi, Kilungunna Kayyamam, Paanchali, Nangemakutti...]

Like Buddha walked away from the palace,

Revolt of the poet, flow of words,

Unsung songs, sung for the oppressed. 

Then a long silence,

But a meaningful long silence.

Louder than words.

Time has touched the mind. 

Revolution, not carved on a single stone.

In the Veena, in the Kalpana, 

In the Kilungunna Kayyamam,

Reflective poems-

Streamed as a river.

Not afraid to paint the

Men eating men,

Men eating dead bodies.

Not to write lullabies to sleep.

But to write wake-up songs,

To ignite the spirits of men.

Sadness cannot be lulled,

To sleep by singing lullabies, 

In the new century, 

Even the farmer has awakened.

Cultivate without boasting, 

The culture of honour and,

End the culture of weapons,

Destroy the exploiting class,

Still, not possible to erase, 

A final class nature-

Like the spots on a Leopard.

Sanskrit-minded spiritual beauty-

Is it just a mask of imagination?

Every pearl in the teardrops,

Turned to Panchali-Nangemakutti.

Falsehoods and boasting

Weapons in the Nizhalana poem.

Not like a wick in the candle.

But like an arrow from the bow.

Not like a wick in the candle.

But like an arrow from the bow.

G Kumara Pillai (1923-2000)

[ Famous works: - Arali Pookkal, Marubhoomiyude Kinavukal, Ormmayude Sugandham, Swaptha Swaram....]

First of seven notes, 

Like a river of truth, 

Melody and affection.

Then the notes of scorn, ridicule and anger.

All flowed into the morning prayers.

The poet said: "Awake and arise from the dead."

The man who sang songs of love,

Does he need a divine play?

Is there no life-

In the pomegranate and the Arali flower?

The songs of life were also hidden,

In the cassava and the jasmine flower.

In the Konna flower and the Ambal flower,

The shadows of the flute music,

Hidden are the secrets of life.

In the night's flower and the pala flower,

Finality of letting any fate,

Not bloomed during flowering time,

Not the flowers that competed.

Didn't the cuckoo in the courtyard 

Suddenly turn into a cruel crow. 

Songs started in sad notes,

Befall in roaring notes.

The poetry in Koorayanieeyam

Kunatham Vizhungi and Thiruda verse. 

The poet swung his sword,  

Left and right in the air of anguish.

But in the severe drought, 

Poet turned gentle.

The verses in the winter season,

Turned into bursts of laughter. 

The laughter of the snowballs

Turned into bursts of laughter.

Turned into tears-

By the scorching sun.

Not idle and not lamenting.

In the detachment from pain,

But melted in the sun's heat.

Not bloomed during flowering time,

Not the flowers that competed.

Not bloomed during flowering time,

Not the flowers that competed.

But born to be Kumarapilla.

N N Kakkad (1927-1987)

[Famous works: Shalabha Geetham, 1963, Paathalathinte Muzhakkam, Vajra Kundalam...]

In the new poetic journey,

Kakkad - the modernist,

Finding traditions in modernity,

Discovered India through his songs,

Running a new path in life,

Avoiding the regular ones.

All his poems and ideas,

Condensed like Ayurvedic medicine,

With a bitter taste.

The whole world sang-

His songs are in many forms.

With a pensive mind and,

With a strong backbone,

What bloomed was only wisdom.

The words of wisdom,

Revealed the revelations of Kakkad,

In the fruitful journey,

Every word has risen fruitful.

Chemmanam Chacko (1926 - 2018)

[Famous works: - Kanakasharangal, Nellu, Innu, Puthari, Asthram, Aavanaazhi, Jalapaatha, Raajapaatha, Dhaaha Jalam]

No more corruption, he said.

Next moment, forgets everything,

Let's divide it in half, he said.

Let's reduce the expenses, 

Singing the song of simplicity,

By spending millions.

Death of Kumaranaashan, the poet.

Moved everyone—the infamous boat accident.

The minister ordered, "Boat accidents abolished."

If not today, or tomorrow,

Poets should never die.

That's the new rule of government.

Announced the minister.

Every poem shot from-

The bow hit the target 

Of corruption or power mongering.

Or in the roots of caste.

Antithesis, irony and hyperbole.

Exposing the hypocrisy,

In the transformation path.

Pun and fun from the factory of fun.

The tactical king, Chemmanam.

Chemmanam fun, blasted the folly.

The Malayali world giggled forever.  

Pun and fun from the factory of fun.

The tactical king, Chemmanam.

Chemmanam fun, blasted the folly.

The Malayali world giggled forever.  

P Bhaskaran (1924-2007)

[Work: - Collection of P. Bhaskaran's works]

The blooming wisdom,

Soothing bird of wounds.

Flying in the blue sky.

Poetry of wounds,

Hidden in the strings of the sword.

And hidden in the Roaring pen.

In Villaali, became,

The power of the bow.

Roaring of Vayalar-

Risen like the sun.

When the pen moved 

In thoughts of revolt,

Even the dead have risen from dust.

When the pen moved 

In thoughts of revolt,

Even the dead have risen from dust.

Transpiring the stones into 

Softness of heart,

Even the heart into stones.

Essence of love arrived-

In budding petals,

The romantic songs.

Arrived in the 

Petals of lotus.

In the nights of winter,

Like a moonlight,

Came as wings of birds,

In the yesteryears,

You came as a charming-

Song, hidden in the pitch-

Of the golden flute.

Vayalar [1928-1975]

[Famous works: - Konthayum Poonnolum, Devi Vigraham, Galileo, Pashayulla Varambu, Oru Dhaivam Koodi...]

Oh Spring! Oh Spring!

Revolt of Romantic Sun,

Splitting the mist,

The mist of confusion

Ray of light, ray of love.

Oh Spring! Oh Spring!

Revolt of Romantic Sun.

Changambuzha Poet and

Poet G danced together-

In the new revolution.

Revolt of Vayalar.

Revolution of words.

Revolution of poetry.

Revolt in Kontha Poonool,

Freedom from the chains.

From the blind religions.

In the songs of love.

A romantic freedom,

For the people,

For the peasants,

Freedom from the-

Cages of mind,

Oh Spring! Oh Spring!

Revolt of Romantic Sun,

Splitting the mist,

The mist of confusion

Changambuzha Poet and,

Poet G danced together-

In the new revolution.

Revolt of Vayalar.

Revolt in Kontha Poonool,

Freedom from the chains,

From the blind religions.

In the songs of love.

Vayalar : 

   Man created religions.

   Religions created Gods.

   Men, religions and God

   Together, they divided the land.

Akkittham Achyuthan Namboodhiri [1926-2020]

[ Famous works: Irupatham Noondinte Ithihaasam, Balidharshanam, Idinju Polinja Lokam...]

Sorrows of the derailment.

Into honey drops, left naked in the light of the day.

No divine, standing straight in the soil.

No wonder, just a monkey turned human.

The vaporous eyes of love,

Are the vaporous nectar of love.

The human mind is the human soul.

A world without walls, 

Without boundaries.

Truth of sensual pleasures

To see the spiritual beauty, 

Experience the world.

Experience God.

No hypocrisy in the company of ducks, 

Like a duck-child, Akkitham.

Lords who reaped farmers, 

Divines clothed in the silk 

Woven by the farmers.

A child born in heaven

Recited aloud:

"Light is misery, darkness is elation."

Even if it is true, a tear should be shed.

In the luminescence of Akkitham.

Balamaniyamma [1909-2004]

[Famous works: - Amma, Muthassi, Mazhuvinte Katha]

In Vilaapam began the lamentation,

But the first light was Mangalam.

Mother with her gentle voice, 

In the style of poetry, 

Sung sweet songs. 

Masses hate the truth,

Not ready to give up on Gandhi.

Love, compassion, culture, 

Justice, sacrifice and affection, 

Shades of life's colours.

Mother moulded the essence of the Gita,

With the soul without pretense.

Life transpired karma yoga into poetry.

Poetry transpired karma yoga into life.

On the shoulders of Vallathol,

She set new movements in motion.

She turned Punnayurkulam into a flowing river.

Her daughter, another river;

The Kamala River.

A calm ocean within a rough Khaadi-

Balamaniyamma, the mother of the Kamala River.

My children, hearing the arguments,

Said: "Mother is a communist." 

The mother who saw Gandhi in Marx and, 

Marx in Gandhi is called Balamaniyamma.

To the wild tides of the mind,

Poetry- the prayer for the mind.

A prayer for the mind,

Like a wind for the sailor.

To the wild tides of the mind,

Poetry- the prayer for the mind.

A prayer for the mind,

Like a wind for the sailor.

P Kunjiraman Nair (1905-1978)

[ Famous works: - Kaliyachan, Vasanthi Pookkal, Mani Veena, Poombattakal, Padavaal, Nirapara, Pookkalam, Onam Sadhya]

P's Journey :

  Not knowing the direction,

  Not knowing the time and distance,

  Wandered west and east.

  Wandered North and south.

P's flow in writing: 

  In search of invisible truth,

  In search of invisible aim,

  Of the lost childhood,

  Of the stolen childhood,

  Lines that forget the pain,

  Morphed into the lines of remembrance.

 

  Lost stories of ancestors, 

  Stories of village families,

  Poems to remember forever.

  Poems carry a mother's soul,

  In the food, in the love.

  Caressing the soul,

  With a stroke of breeze.

  Tides of Onam, 

  The shining diamonds.

  Disparaged teachers,

  Remembered in Kaliayachan.

  The actor ran away from the guru,

  Found his way to the downfall.

  Remorseful actor born again,

  To rise with the power of new wings.

Kavalam Narayana Panicker [1928-2016]

 Famous works : - Kaavalam Kavithakal, Moola Parvvam, Aavahana Parvam, Pravasa Parvam, Viakasa Parvam]

Poetry in drama, insights of Kavalam.

Drama in poetry, the beauty of Kavalam.

Kavala drama, Kavala poems.

In sounds, he digs the golden tone,

Of imagination, the flowers of Kavalam.

Thaka Thimitha, Thaka Thimitha, 

Thaka Thimitha, Thaka Thimitha.

Transforms into folk songs,

Transforms into folk arts.

Thaka Thimitha, Thaka Thimitha, 

Thaka Thimitha, Thaka Thimitha.

In theyyam dance a petry,

In Chendamelam a poetry.

Thaka Thimitha, Thaka Thimitha, 

Thaka Thimitha, Thaka Thimitha.

Poetry in drama, insights of Kavalam.

Drama in poetry, the beauty of Kavalam.

Kunjunni Master [1927-2006]

[Famous work: Kunjunni Kavithakal]

Universal light,

In the Micro Poems,

Not just a glow,

Not just a shine,

Became the light of

Enlightenment.

Short person Kunjunni poet,

Flies high like a falcon

In every micro poem.

 

Krishna Warrior N V [1916-1989]

[Famous works: Gandhi and Godse, Vidhyapathi, Chattavaar, Neenda Kavithakal...]

Became a soldier,

And the gorilla.

Pundit in 18 languages.

No blind beliefs,

Only Bharat in mind.

Ignited thoughts of fire,

From the roots of dare,

Never forget the Karma,

My courageous brothers,

Give energy to the Ahimsa

Soldiers, my friends.

Be the whip, Be the whip,

Be the sword, Be the sword,

Like the war of cross,

In the olden days.

A strike through the poems,

Not a guerrilla warfare.

War of wisdom, War of wisdom,

My war and peace with the cross.

Gandhi, the last refuge.

N V Krishna Warriors Words: -

      Where a man's hand is tied down,

       In the chain of slavery,

       The affliction in my hands.

       Where the thwack hit,

       On the other side,

       Still, the pain inflicted 

       On my shoulders.

Pala Narayan Nair [1911- 2008]

[ Famous works: Keralam Valarunnu, Amritha Kala, Vilakku Koluthoo...]

In the land of Kerala,

Dews of love shining-

In the grasslands,

The river giggled along-

Romantic shores of the,

Changambuzha poet,

The river from Pala.

Village a spirit,

Spirit of the land,

In the grass, in the rocks,

In the soil.

Passion that spills,

Scent of Kerala.

Though someone called his men as

People with psychiatric problems.

Never forgets his motherland.

Not just singing the Kerala song,

It streamed in the strings.

It streamed in the veins.

Dream of a liberal one world,

Dream of freedom,

Is that worse than slavery?

Ignited Gandhi's thoughts,

Gandhi became his song.

Flowing into a big poem.

The poem of Gandhi.

Will the story of Gandhi

In search of truth,

Be the sole remedy?

Vyloppilli Sreedhara Menon (1911-1985)

[Famous Works: Kudiyozhikkal, Kannikoythu, Makarakoythu, Maambazam, Kaippavallari, Vida]

Walked alone in the dream,

Of awakened one world.

Meditated in ardent musings,

Perfect flow of poems.

Sought the pain and wandered like Buddha,

Taught the reason for healing.

Every seed sown in the first season,

Harvested in the Kannikoythu.

Seeds sown in the last season

Harvested in Makarakoythu.

Bashful poet like a beauty queen,

Vyloppilli, the poetic man and woman,

And the tree of poetry by himself.

In the Kalidasa Magic flow,

Mambazham turned to a tactical flow.

Singing the rules of love,

The nightingale of Kannikoythu.

Transformation into new light,

Sung the song of scientific temper.

In Kakka and Kadalkaakka,

Loving the dark, loving the bitter days,

And in the bitter gourd, 

Bloomed the new taste,

Beauty in the hideous.

Finding poetry in the cruel nature,

Turned timidness into poems.

The boy inflicted pain on the birds,

Taught us the dark world.

In Vithum Kaikkottum,

Fire - the light of poems.

Revolt of the soul in Kudiyozhikkal

and Sahyante Makan.

With stones of carpers,

Built the milestones.

The boy started in Kannikoythu,

The king of poets in Makarakoythu.

Edassery Govindan Nair [1906-1974]

[ Famous works: Puthan Kalavum Arivalum, Alakavalli, laghu ganagal,Karutha Chettichikal, Kavile Pattu, Oru Pidi Nellikka, Naalithlpoov, ente purappani, Kunukuma Prabhatham, Anthithiri..]

Centuries' taste buds,

In the veins, in the sweat,

Blood and sweat,

Cocktails are my poems.

Like a flower bloomed by 

Hunter of the forest,

Flowers bloomed by

Hunter in the village.

Not forgetting the past,

Timed the poems in the present,

Transformed into seeds of the future.

To village life,

To the topic of life,

New meanings danced.

No power, No rules,

On the edges of the Sword,

Or in the barrels.

It's built on the rocks.

Rocks of laws.

Came as a beast in the yesteryears,

Time arrived as God.

In the new world order.

Old paths needed revisions,

With rights tight in the hand.

In the Poothappattu, Kavileppattu,

Sacrificed eyes for the baby,

Sacrifice the golden rule of olden days,

Golden rule of mothers' love.

Like a hunter in the forest,

Bloomed the flower.

Hunter in the villages 

blossomed.

G Shankarakkuruppu [1901-1978]

[Famous Works : Odakuzhal, Sooryakanthi, Ithalukal...]

Shankaraaa....Shankaraaaa..

From the soul of Shankaran,

From the land of Shankaran,

Shankara...kuruppu.

Shankaraaa....Shankaraaaa..

King of Wisdom...Shankaraa..

Star from the soil,

Into the limits of blue sky.

Shankaraaa...

Frontier of poems.

Synonyms of stars flying- 

In the sky.

G- A single word.

G Shankarakuruppu.

No... G is enough 

For the star to shine,

In the boundless sky.

Finding fires from Veenapoove,

Finding fires in Vallathol,

Sooryakanthi petals,

The rays of hope,

G-The hope of a time,

Song of Odakuzhal,

G-The hope of a time,

And the timeless.

Not just a word,

But the poetry

Shining in the sky. 

A R Rajaraja Varma (1863-1918)

 [Famous works: Bhanga Vilaapam, Malayalavilasam...]

Malayavilasam,

Rise of new poetry,

In the language of Malayalam.

With Wild poetic flow,

A wild beginning,

Beginning of a new era.

Nature's romance

A model of the new flow,

Scientist of the language,

Defined the flow here.

Rajaraja Varma,

Kerala Panini,

Rajaraja Varma.

Kumaranaashaan [1871-1924]

[ Famous works: Veenapoove, Nalini, Leela, Chandala Bhishuki, Duravastha, Seetha, Prarodhanam...]

Narayana Guru seeds,

Streamed their way,

Through the poet and poems.

Not a fallen flower,

But a blooming flower,

The flower of Aashaan,

In the path of poetry,

A new star born,

Not a fall in the winter,

But a rise in the summer,

Awakened poet- Kumaranaashaan.

Born modest,

Modest of modest,

In Bhaashaposhini,

Nouished the language.

Conquered the world of love,

With compassion,

Geared with tears,

Transformed into love.

Hidden in the seeds of

Veenapoove - Nalini and Leela.

In Chinthavishtayaya Seetha,Karuna,

Duravastha and Chandalabishuki.

Dust of Veenapoove scattered,

That mattered to the vision.

Aashan taught in louder words.

In the world of louder men.

Change is constant,

Only constant.

Even expiry, not constant,

But a transient bridge,

Built in love and in mercy.

Poems of divine vision,

Freedom in life, 

Freedom of soul,

Sung the soul of Aashan.

Vallathol Narayana Menon (1878-1958)

Famous works [Achanum Makalum, Ente Gurunathan, Shishyanum Makanum, Magdlena Mariyam...]

Nationalist poet and,

Poems for the nation,

Swimming against the flow,

Against the class divisions,

Against the rotten customs,

The nation's poet and Congress poet.

In Guruvayoor's struggle and Vaikom,

Searched for the truth of freedom,

To sing the song of Bharath in pride.

To sing the song of Kerala from the soul.

In search of truth, he found Gandhi.

Found world in Gandhi,

Found Guru in Gandhi

Elevated art of Koodiyattam;

He made the art of the world.

Foundation of Kalamandalam,

To the art of Kathakali.

In all religions, the views of hope,

Singing prayers to mother, said the poet,

While deaf, the poet transformed-

To an elegy of the deaf.

Ulloor (1877-1949)

Famous works (Uma Keralam, Prema Sangeetham)

Poets arrived as triplets,

Aashaan, Ulloor and Vallathol.

Known as triplets

Grown as triplets,

Depth of Ulloor well-known. 

Like a flying falcon,

With birds' vision,

With rhymes and meters,

King of classic meters,

Streamed in style.

A change of wind towards

Feminist stories 

Umayamma Kerala,

Epitome of change,

Though slow, still a wind of hope,

Ulloor raised the flag and the bar.

Turning values into-

Seeds of principles,

Prema Sangeetham,

Born in style.

With no love, prayers,

Won't help the hopes;

Sung Ulloor with pride.

Ulloor songs, the songs-

Of compassion, songs of- 

Love and hope with prayers of-

Care to Care: 

Kunchan Nambiar [1700-1800]

[ Famous works:  Symanthakam, Krishnaleela, Kiratham, Kartha Veeryarjuna Vijayam, Kalyana Sougandikam, Ghoshayaathra]

Myths grew into seeds,

In Thullal Katha,

And Atta Katha.

You sing cheerful tales,

Cheerful life happens to you,

Sings Kunchan Nambiar.

Big poets arrived,

With devotional songs,

Not the style of Kunchan.

Never in devotion,

You find Kunchan,

In Ezhuthachan,

In Cherrussery,

And in Poonthanam.

Never mind, Never mind,

Prayer and devotion 

Not his tool, 

Still, he is cool.

You sing cheerful tales,

Cheerful life happens to you

Sings Kunchan Nambiar.

Never in romance,

Never in sympathy,

But in fun and pun

What a pun! 

Mocking the right places,

Riding with words of fire,

Into an evergreen classic.

Kunchan Thuallal poems.

From Padayani Thullal,

Kunchan seeds and words 

Grew and glow, Sheethan Thullal,

Parayan Thullal,

Ottam Thullal.

Dancing art forms.

You sing cheerful tales,

Cheerful life happens to you,

Sings Kunchan Nambiar.

Sewing together Chakyar Kooth,

And thullal stories,

Kunchan Dance-songs,

Not in the Priesty stages,

But in the People stages.

Bosses and Kings,

Priests and bosses like priests,

Torn into pieces,

The Kunchan poet,

All-time poet.

Evergreen poet.

Dancing Kunchan,

One side - he jumps,

Lady's side, next time,

Dancing to the men's side.

You sing cheerful tales,

Cheerful life happens to you,

Sings Kunchan Nambiar.

Pun and fun for everyone,

Mocking, joking- everyone.

Kunchan Thullal Dancing songs.

Unnayi Warrior (1700)

[Famous works: Geetha Prabhandham, Girija Kalyanam, Ramapancha shathi..]

To watch a drama

Non-stop four days,

With such a delight,

Nalacharitha Story,

Atta katha story,

Nalacharitha-Attakatha.

No wars in the story,

You watch, day one,

Day two calls you,

You watch, day two,

Story chases you,

Episodes by episode,

Nala-Damayanti story.

Became the fire of

Change of those days,

Unnayi songs, Dance, and

Drama and literature.

That dazzled across-

Nalacharitha-attakatha.

In the temple of-

Koodalmanikya,

While making the garlands,

Sewing the garland of words,

Sewing the shades of acting,

In the story of Nala-Damayanti

New waves of wisdom in the

The art of Kathakali.

Poonthanam [1547- 1640]

Period: 1547- 1640

[Famous works: Pana, Njanappana, Bhaasha Karnnamritham, Kumara Haranam]

1

Born in devotion to the Thunchath Poet,

Painted a garden of devotion,

In Pana and Njanappaana, then,

In Bhashaa Karnnamritha poems.

2

With the Maniparavala style of poems,

Weapons from the  armour,

One after the other.

Devotion, Sorrow, and Humour,

Showered in Poonthnam poems.

3

In the Poonthanam garden,

Queen of poems,

Queen of flowers,

That turned to Jasmine of words,

Into an evergreen song;

"Born as men on this earth,

In the middle of hell,

For pride and a crown,

Fought men always,

The shameless men,

In two days, one would be taken to the sky,

And the next day, throwing into the abyss"

Thunchath Ramanujan Ezhuthachan [1500-1600]

[Famous book: Adhyathma Ramayana; translated from the Sanskrit language. He is known as the father of the Malayalam language.]

Thoughts of Thunchath Guru,

The science of the modern world.

From the language of luxury,

And the language of priests,

To the language of people.

Cultured the culture of-

Language in Thunchath's poems.

Dividing the eras into two,

Modern and Ancient,

In the meters of Kakali, Druda Kakali,

Then Keka, Kalakanchi, and Anna-Nada.

Swimming in devotional songs,

Started with the poems sung-

By birds, in the Kilippattu period.

When the Sanskrit language glints,

Thunchath, the king of poets,

Cultured and cultivated,

The seeds of the 51 alphabets of- 

Sweet Malayalam.

Cherusseri (1475-1575)

[Famous Book: Krishnaghaadha]

 

In the 15^th century,

In the land of Kolathiri,

In the land of Cheru Cheri,

Cherusseri poet flourished.

Named after the land.

The first epic poem of,

Malayalam,

Bloomed on the shores of

Kolathiri.

 

Songs on Krishna,

Sung for Krishna,

One after the other,

Like a waterfall,

Churned into a sea,

A sea of words,

Verse of Krishna,

Krishnagaadha.

 

Men doubted the

Mother of that sea,

With the vastness of poems,

Confused even the men of wisdom.

Called it Poonathil poet,

and the Cherusseri poet.

 

With many stories

Flying in the air,

In the name of the mother of epic,

With the names of Houses,

Cherusseri house or Poonathil house.

Men still doubt,

The mother of poems,

Verse of Krishna-Krishnagaadha.

Then comes the history,

His story of the land,

The land of Kolathiri,

With 12 streets known as 12 Cheris,

1 street as1 cheri,                                   

Then cheru-cheri,

Must be Cherusseri.

Many said, It’s the house and

Street of Cherusseri.

 

Men always sang the song.

With doubts, uttered the words,

Cherusseri, Cherusseri,

The verse of Krishna,

Bhagavatha stories,

 

Men worry about meters,

Of the poem.

Still the beauty,

Flows like a river.

No songs you sing,

With such an ease,

No river you swim

With such an ease.

No words flow in the mind,

With such peace,

Like the verse of Krishna.

 

On the shores of Malabar,

On the shores of Vadakara,

On the shores of Kolathiri,

15th-century moulded,

A name of pride,

Known by name,

Cherusseri. Cherusseri.