Kavitha Nair

New Song /Poem

Listed in a purple book I learnt lyrics

Of a new song I rarely going to sing

It’s not a lullaby or grieving ballad

It sounds more like a lunatic anthem

Roaring verses took me on a roller coaster

I saw rounded candies in all colours

Everything looked rebellious but bleary

Everything caught my arrows of loopy sanity

If I knew I would have stayed distant

Rather unknown than never known

Skipped gazing at the sky like a woodworm

Or sleeping onshore like a newborn

New song, will you set me free ?

You called for what I would never be

Let it bury me

Or I shall become me


Home / Poem

I am living in this brick house for twelve years by now

My room is silent and clean

It has a small table and one new chair

I sleep fine on this thick yellow mattress

I had five brothers and two sisters

All of them were raised by me

We used to be like a herd of sheep

Sometimes we lost our way home

Youngest of us, asked me on a rainy evening

While I was feeding him some rice and curry

“Do you think I will become rich one day”?

I shook my head in full agreement

My sister was more beautiful than the village we lived

She looked like a fairy till the day she lived

Youngest one was the quirkiest

She was our room of stories

Our parents left us earlier than we thought

Mother,on a cold winter morning, father,after two weeks.

They were inseparable and I wondered,

I wondered if they made me only to look after the other seven

I saw my herd in full moon

I saw them in summer sun

I saw them in rain and flood

I saw them growing in grace

Why do I feel years in a blink ?!

My body is slow but mind, rapid

I see raindrops coming through the leakage of our old roof

I see my brothers fighting for a mango freshly plucked

This winter I am being visited by thoughts

Of a calling.. a distant one

I hear it every now and then

I know where it is coming from

My fairy sister,

the one I couldn’t look after so much

The one who never complained

The one who missed growing

She says it’s wonderful out there

I said I still have duties to finish

Giving me an old strip of cotton, she left

The fever finally took me home

കുറിപ്പുകൾ – പതിനൊന്ന്

വൈകുന്നേരമായപ്പോൾ ഒരു തോന്നൽ , പഠിച്ചത് മുഴുവൻ മായ്ച്ചുകളഞ്ഞിട്ട് ഒന്നെന്നു തുടങ്ങിയാലോന്ന് . സാഹിത്യവും പിന്നെ അതു കഴിഞ്ഞുള്ള വ്യാപാരതന്ത്രങ്ങളുമൊന്നുമല്ല .. അതിനു മുന്നേ പഠിച്ചവ . അംഗൻവാടിയിലെ മണ്ണിൽ കുറിച്ച അക്ഷരങ്ങൾ മുതൽ..ഇന്നലെ മനഃപാഠമാക്കിയ ഉറുദു ഗസൽ വരെ . എല്ലാം. ആദ്യം മുതൽ തുടങ്ങാം, അമ്മ സമ്മതിക്കും. എന്നിട്ട് എല്ലാ പാഠങ്ങൾക്കുമിടയിൽ ഒരു നിമിഷം കൊടുക്കണം. ചിരിക്കാൻ.. കാരണം കുറെ കാലം കഴിയുമ്പോ പഠിച്ചതൊന്നും പാടിയില്ലെങ്കിലും, അതിനിടയിൽ ഇത്ര ചിരിച്ചതെന്തിനാ എന്നോർത്ത് ഒന്നൂടെ ചിരിക്കാലോ 🙂




When I see roses around bodies
Cold air passes with a camphor scent
Decades back on a late afternoon,
One sight purged my thoughts of miseries

Moments are curated already
Count them all happily
You never match them with others
You never lose them to others

Awaken is you
Happiness is you

Tears and worries are you.


Rendezvous with a picture unseen

Hello I have known you from thirteen

Skirts grew, hair fell, skin seamed

Again I hush’d the darkest waves in lead

Today she brewed agony in an ink bottle

Tomorrow she throws poems in purple

Soon after the letters come alive and dance

Her narrow throat will take a gulp of romance

I saw her walking downstairs in rapture

Looking away, she walked out of the picture

Her fingers were dancing in smoky air

Completing last few lines of holy affair

Lady Buddha

She could always take a dip in the clouds
But never in an ocean

She let everything disappear in the front
But silence glued forever

She tells stories in monochrome
But lives in a colour unknown


Smell of an old page exists

Underlined emotions run deep in mind

Though you long to free them forever,

They hold you tight and never depart

Sound of those old temple bells

Still rings somewhere too close

How far we have come along

The hide and seek always continue

Touch of an old palm still hurts

Removing maladies,it planted smiles

Growing together they taught me love

And it never left..It grew !


Winter woke her up with a distant scream

She wore a salmon robe untied

With came an engrossing pinch of harmony

Searching for those morning pigeons outside

Dreams from the last night rolled

Screams kept barging on the window


And there was no meteor shower

No rain..

She fed them silence

Like time they flew away

Screams tired

Dreams unheard

Pale Blue Jacket / Poem

Brooding woman now has a pale blue jacket

Always had her thoughts warm in loose pockets

Years ago on a late winter night she remembers,

The jacket came with an obscure letter

It reads a lot about love and hatred

Mostly rooted in kisses,

Concealed with terminal body aches

And she reads it everynight followed

Her sleep left alarmed in the middle of all seasons

Turning her stormy and crumbled for unknown reasons

The pale blue jacket hangs just like a dreamcatcher

Even after seeing her swinging with no fragrance

Summer In Her

Interlaced thoughts are her hobby for summer

She picks them from tender kisses and vicious blows

Candidly opens them again with a diluted smile

Thinking, it may inhaled easily and spread all over her body

Keeps on juggling whimsical events with ordinary

Fuelled with ignored emotions and greasy steps

Regardless subdued nights or unattached days..

She could count them unconstrained

Sipping a lemonade,her spirit aroused

Embracing all the infant thoughts she woke up

Its another summer to swallow

But first she took a dive in it.