sabushanmughom's blog

Wandered all over India for a period of seven years
doing odd jobs.
Was a tutor of English,and taught in degree,P.G
level for more than a decade.
Tried his hand in journalism too,as reporter
in ' Al-Ameen 'daily( Kozhikode).
Edited a little magazine 'Bahuvachanam '.
Poems appeared in the anthologies -

KUSHINAGAR

Though the mortal remains
Of Sri Budha had dissolved here,
The soil lacks fertility.
Human corpses make soil fruitful.
The plants and blooms,
And the canopied trees here
Do not herald luxuriance.

The dead, maynot be human,
I am mystified.
The dead, may not be God.
Then, what?

IN THE SEASHORE

Did it begin to rain so sudden,
In this seashore?
Weaving the web with strands of rain,
Was the Time lay in waiting for its prey?
Ah! Does this rain remind me,
Of the lassie of my first love,
Who stood tear dampened eyes,when we parted,
On a dusky, rain dued day?

Scribblings Of a Native

Hands like backwaters of Alappuzha
Wraps the spirit of the universe.
The whiteness of the withered balsam in the
courtyard.
The purity of the dragon fly which flutters,
With its wings stuck into its own lifeblood.
Like the heart of an albatross that
Soars far off,

I Adore The Girl in Jeans

I adore the girl in jeans.
She strolls with men,
Moves fast like men.
Like men she observes time,
Like men she has political acumen,
She is a polyglot.

I like the jeans clad girl.
She sits as she wish.
Sometimes,one leg atop the other,
Sometimes, with legs placed wide open.

Damsels of Kuttanad

Damsels of Kuttanad
Never outruns girlhood.
Like a lake that stirs in gentle breeze,
Dreams prevail in their eyes.

Small riverfishes in the
Undefiled water of the brook
Becomes stars,
At the sight of these bashfulmaids,
Still blushing.

Though clad in flowing skirts and