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Jim Behrle's MONKEY. An angelic pecker. themonkeyblog@yahoo.com. 3 Washburn Ter #3 Brookline, MA 02446. Tuesday, July 15, 2003. See you at the new Blogger Free Monkey. Posted by a.g. @ 9:02 PM. I wonder if I'm Aimee's. Perfect match. Hmm.Jim Nezhukumatathil. Posted by a.g. @ 7:01 PM. If hassling President* Bush is your thing. It is crucial that you tell others to keep the ball rolling. Posted by a.g. @ 6:10 PM. Remember when $1 billion wasn't a good enough reason for ABBA. Posted by a.g. @ 5:55 PM. I was...
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kuzhoor: November 2007
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Poems of kuzhoor wilson. Didn't even keep on the groud. Did he get wet? Wept, not seeing me? Got beaten by mother? Thara" "Para" " Pana". The Blackboard is till in daylight. Umbrella felt like crying. The rain outside went on uttering. Only the umbrella could capture. The cabin of headmaster appeared in a dream. Question parers, cane rods, Maps, Globe. Startled, Got up once. No, not yet the day. What is seen was just his name. Sew in the dark. How could he forget! Then came other umbrellas. Why I sighed,.
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kuzhoor: October 2007
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Poems of kuzhoor wilson. O' body, O' thy soul…. O' body, O' dear body. It's the mackerel you gobbled up yesterday. Why else does this cat circle you. The third time again. Keep thy waves down for a while. At least until the. Cat's wide gaze passes by. O' body, O' dear body. Be careful at the beach. You are in their home land;. What if all those fish inside you. Rush up to the sea. What if their friends try. Knocking at the doors of. Each of your cells. O' body, O' dear corpse. O' body, O' dear body.
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kuzhoor: October 2011
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Poems of kuzhoor wilson. I did not run. To buy a cigarette. I went in search of a word. Which was more meaningful than life. My leg was injured ,. A finger got cut,. And I got a word. Translation : Dr. Santosh Alex. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Kuzhoor Vilson (photo :Shamsudhin moosA ). Pictures by Mike Davis. REFLECTIONS OF CONTEMPORARY BLOG POEMS IN MALAYALAM. Poet Dr.Shihab Ghanem.
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kuzhoor: May 2009
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Poems of kuzhoor wilson. Doctor warned, “Your liver will strangle –. If you do not stop this habit”. 8220;That flower fell off long ago”. 8220;I might lose you if you hang on with this habit”. 8220;I already lost myself” I declared. Next turn was my friend who is a story writer. 8220;I can’t see you as a character who smokes”. 8220;You better do not have this protagonist in your tale”. She whispered, “Your lips have become black”. I announced, “Not even a kiss with fag smell is available”.
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kuzhoor: 2007 February 28
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Poems of kuzhoor wilson. In a deserted street. In Kabul, capital of Afghanistan,. In the next incarnation. A tee shirt , with the legend. 8220;The lovers in this incarnation. Belonged to two populations. That were at war in the last one”. I realized that day. Of hatred and vengeance. Left over from unabated fury. Even after firing six times that day. And you told me. The satisfaction of chopping repeatedly,. A body long dead. When you saw popcorn on the wayside,. Why did you offer to get it? In the last ...
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kuzhoor: November 2013
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Poems of kuzhoor wilson. Another rendezvous with Death. This time, when i went. To meet Death at his place,. He showed signs of weakness. He was watching a cricket match. Relaxing in his arm chair, legs stretched. 8217; i ventured. Nothing wrong,’ said he. Stammering, i quizzed him:. Which one do you fear most? Allopathy, ayurveda, or. Have you observed sachin. Facing the balls of shane warne? Brian lara, wasim akram? Chris gail, brett lee? I was thrown into confusion. Death admitted, unwillingly,.
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kuzhoor: February 2007
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Poems of kuzhoor wilson. He doesn't know meI don't know him either. Between us there is a lake.That is full of fishes.Those fishes are neither his nor mine.Those fishes are not oursAnd that's the relationship between us. In that lake lies the fallen sky. I see the fishes submerged amongThe valleys of clouds in that skyThe fishes flicker those clouds… a little. Can there be some fishes unafraid of the birds? To know that you must peek into the lake. Does he see all these, I think. We both have cigarettes.
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kuzhoor: December 2012
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Poems of kuzhoor wilson. In the villa in Sharja,. A banyan tree stood, stuck to the wall of the building. Mind throbbed as soon as it caught sight of it,. Touched it to my forehead in reverence,. Remembered my father who understood trees. In the book she has kept closed,. It should be possible to still see. The memory veins of a leaf-. Plucked after touching its soul and seeking permission. 8216;It is a sign of prosperity,. It cleanses the atmosphere’, Mary too said. Anthony with rosary and sacred amulet.
