About me

[My poetry books: Kannadi Kavithakal, Curiosity, Engineer, 51 Aksharangal, Kavikal Kavithyaakunnu, Poets are poems.]

I was once a stone,

Before carving any shape.

Then the grass.

No. Just the soil.

Not even the soil,

Just the dust.

Just the dew drops.

No. The rain clouds.

Started as drizzling.

Then, as the rain.

At times, a bit of a storm.

Once the pollen,

Just a topping on the flower.

Pollinated heavily.

Became the curry leaves,

Became the river,

Became the sparrow,

And the pigeon

Then the eagle.

Still, in the desire,

In the passion, my mind flutters,

With words of the poetic kings.

In the spark, in the lightning,

A rousing desire to become a child, 

A child of innocence and curiosity.

A rousing desire to become a child, 

A child of innocence and curiosity.