Beauty of death

Why do people weep, while they pass on...
Isn’t there so much beauty death brings on...

Why weep for wrapping the white linen shroud...
It is with lilies that decorate my body...
Take my body in the ivory casket and let it rest on the wood
Let my body be consumed upon pillows of fire ablaze.

Why Sigh to carry me upon your friendly shoulders,
You Walk slowly to the deserted forest. I hear the song of the woods…
Hesitate not to say goodbye, as you turn me wood to lantern
Smell the fragrance of my heart into space for i was here and so i remain;

Why Lament, sing songs of joy as i turn ashes to wind;
Shed no tears upon me, hear the melodies of my pieces consumed in flames;
Utter no sigh of agony, see me grow shapes in the burning coal.
Disturb not the air's tranquility for i fill this space for i have my claims.
Why Talk of my departure with sighs in your hearts;
your eyes and you will see me with you forevermore.
Utter no regret, Regrets won’t help as i dance away in this wind tonight…
Screams and cry are in vain…Rejoice might never exist where i am now…

Leave me then, friends - leave me and depart on mute feet,
As the silence walks in the desert;
Leave me to God and disperse yourselves slowly,
That which Death is a blessing for this my new beginning.

Leave with peace, for what you see here is far away in meaning
Let even sun know where i rest, as i turn to crust
the memories of faces which brightened the day, Touches my face as I vanish In air…
Does it really matter if heaven and hell exist…
All that is desirable is to have the eternal Sleep….
Why do people weep, while they pass on...
Isn’t there so much beauty death brings on...

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil

A Poetry written for my film The Undertaker

Newborns Conjured

Let the demons cry out loud...
Let the whining wolves howl all they could...
Let the sagas of miseries weep as they would..
I shall fall, but wont lay there as wood...

Ashes to dust many dreams have fled..
Rose the army again even from the dead..
Fearsome rage and grunting enemies i have behead...
From the dirt to the dark.. i have stayed and stayed ahead..

Let the rhymes keep its word...
let the rythms play as if it was cared..
Let the rooster scream like its choired...
Let the darkness peep from the chittered...

Drain to worms i have cleared...
Tears and guilt i have wiped...
Foregone s and bygones i have by passed..
Emotions and spirits i have countered..

Let the chains wind me hard...
let the sounds deaf my sound chord...
Let the sharpness saw my chest barred..
Let the brightness get my eyesight fired..

Satans and original sins i have conquered..
Reapers and Yemens i have cornered...
Self Pity and needs i have endured...
Victory and proclaim i have favoured...

Let the days play its card..
Let the seasons do as it could..
Let the sun set and rise as it would..
let the waves reach the shore for what i cared...

The great awakening i have conjured...
The new beginning i have domineered...
Its the saga unsung now re entered..
Marches will now continue with twice its might as if rediscovered..

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil

Stranger in my own life..

Let me sleep till the raindrops dry...
For the wind blew through the strange streets of heaven..
Paradox are the blocks the roads built in as even...
Questions never seem to cease and screams are with a cry...

Let me close my eyes till the summer's weary...
For the emotions went underground to swing on the roots of aspen..
Memories are just a grey smoke now smeared and broken...
Imagination are slow now, has lost its chivalry...

Let me rest till the dry leaves fly...
For the fire seemed to have been bed ridden...
romance has become the fertilizer for the unsmitten...
Passions non existent now, wonder if it existed at all in the foundry..

Let me hide till the world will lose its sly...
For my life seem to have become a land alien and foreign..
Existence is now just a act of reaction and written...
Friendly faces seem to faint... where am i in ancestry?

Let me sleep till the next day comes by...
where the wind of fire will blow through the known streets of heaven..
Alive i shall be, and passion will burn like haven...
Pride and joy will fill my soaring heart and shut the buffoonary..

Let me take a nap till the soul wakes up and fly...
For i am a stranger in my own life as an alien...
Remembering and reminding myself of who iam and what to win and When...
Glory and Freedom, Liberty and Leadership is what i need to apply...

Let Me wake up as the words register in air and as i sigh...
Who am i ... Who am i?? have i fallen?
Vision or wisdom, am i following them even?
Stranger in my own life...Yes Stranger but why??

Nidhish

Wake me up...

The unsung melodies drowse me to sleep...
The rotten scripts of yesterdays are no more deep..
The value adds sound important no more..
The non-value adds arent fun any more...

The gods directions are now just a weep...
The inner strengths are just voices like a beep...
The dreams and inspirations i no longer adore..
The documented destiny has just become a unsold book in bookstore..

Glorious sound of marches are now just a cheep..
The procrastination is all that i now reap...
The immortality is now just a word of decor...
The purity of thought is now just an extempore..

Wake me up from my knees as i weep...
The sense of directions have vanished even if i peep...
The seasons have eaten my soul as i overbore...
The heart seem to be filled with pain in galore...

Wake me up from my knees as i weep...
Wake me up from my knees as i weep...

Nidhish P Kavinnamannil

Michael Jackson -Immortality Granted

" The desire of immortality will pass, and so will the one who desired it"

25 Jun 2009 when i heard the demise of the bad boy MJ... First thought, yeah right... another gimmick...for some reason i just refused to believe that Michael Jackson... the king of pop... would ever die...

My mind as always in an idiotic moment... thought of all possibilities of why this news cannot be true...

Thought 1 : Michael Jackson who always does everything king size... In India he performed in TAJ MAHAL that's huge...and who always had surprised people in several instances at times in whackiest of ways too... what if he is just creating this news just to make a surprise appearance for his Much awaited come back concert world wide...

Thought 2 : Michael Jackson was already proclaimed dead before.. i guess in 2007 or some... maybe its just another spoof such as that...

Thought 3 : Michael Jackson desired immortality..he then realized he will die soon.. well for all the pills he has eating ...he wanted to check if he happens to die which he knew he will one day...would people remember him, will he at least achieve glory... so he just created this news and stayed away and is still watching whats happening worldwide with the news of his death....

Then the news followed ... showed the burial... sooner i knew its true...

The man who desired immortality ...has actually passed away... but is he not immortal... he has somehow managed in his life time to be known as a king of something... he has somehow creeped into every single persons heart through out the world... a uneducated farmer in a remote village in kerala knows his name and knows only him as the only firangi singer .. now that he is gone... people still call him the king of pop... and it looks like it will be only him who will be called that...

so is he mortal... i believe not.. i believe whatever way it could.. he has achieved immortality... in spite death has consumed him... in spite that his body will decompose... his thoughts and his music... his methods.. his dance ... will be immortal....

When i thought of the possibility of thought 3: i felt grief...well if he is alive... he must be watching in spite of his death.. people are still speaking and well getting attention of his disgraceful controversy of child molestation .. i felt pain as i saw the review of his house keeper speaking to the media saying she saw him do those dreadful acts... she saw him feeding liquor to children though a milk bottle... if it was a lie and if he was alive... how much would it hurt him... would it hurt him to know that yes he has achieved glory... and also achieved glory in a negative way as well...

As children , we are said people when they die they become stars and they watch us from above... if Michael Jackson has become a star... is he watching all this nonsense ... i feel pain with the thought of that...

CANT WE LET IT BE... FOR THE DEAD... he is dead and gone... can we stop harassing the poor soul... he was laughed at, mocked at, rapped against ... for his appearances, his controversies... his absent mindedness... when he was alive... and have done that for beyond 10 years.. cant we just stop this nonsense and show respect to the dead....

Michael Jackson was an extremely talented , positively charged performer... he was best of the best... and overall as he desired... he is immortal even after his death... In spite of what everybody say... We all miss THE KING OF POP - MICHAEL JACKSON...

NIDHISH P KAVINNAMANNIL

Forgotten melodies..

Memoirs of Unknown Haunting...
Like an old smell bud has opened..
I recollect some scenes black and blinking..
Unable to identify which has triggered this land slide..

Lost Love or cherished feelings...
What does this drink open up on the left side..
The melodies are rhythmic to my sulking..
Is it unhappiness that i am trying to hide...

My mind has gathered as if feasting...
Nightmares are awake yet forgotten by pride..
The chit chat of crowd is an ode to remembering...
whats hurting am yet to confide...

Feeling emotions yet to be named that am pondering..
or am i just making a reason to cry and abide..

Memoir of unknown haunting..
God knows what am seeking to find...

Nidhish

Diskette screetching..

The diskette which played sweetest music of love...
seem to have rusted with the rain drops...
all i could hear it play is whines and complains...
the warmth of the voice seem to have become gruff...

there it is.. the expiration of love seems lesser than the power of crocin..
i wake up most times with the question... am i cut out for the whole lovey dovey thing..

i stayed single for a few years.. i call them the HARI OM Period... was it better then? what about the empty space? was i creating that space myself in my freaking head... or was it a matter of choice...did i make a bad choice...

I am right... so is the diskette which plays that awful sounds sometimes... i liked it when it played those wonderful music, it made me laugh at times.. well it just kept me away from something where i felt the peace , care and helped me get away from the whole pollution...

Should there be an upgrade... should i make a replacement... or should i just wait for the better music... as if like listening to a radio....

or should i just go back to HARI OM!

Nidhish