Thursday, June 15, 2006

Strange 22

Strange 22

Strange that I t may sound. . .
Love seems too be walking beside me
Those familiar soft footsteps,
which follows you everywhere,
Never asked anything in return,
No reasons, no explanations,
Only the sense of belonging.
All those aches and pains
All those drops of tears, that well upon in your heart,
I lost love some where along the line
Lost all the warmth
Strange that it may sound. . .
Life's toil and worry kept me going
Have I lost my self?
When I look in the mirror
I look at a strange person staring back
I comforted my self, that's life!
Strange that it may sound. . .
Love found me again,
And I found myself.


ഒരു പേരറിയാത്ത കേരളകവിയുടെ വരികള്‍, ഇവിടെ ചേര്‍ക്കുന്നു‍


On the road to Trivandrum
Coconut oil in my hair
Warm smell of avial
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a bright pink tube-light
My tummy rumbled,
I felt weak and thin
I had to stop for a bite
There he stood in the doorway
Flicked his mundu in style
And I was thinking to myself
I don't like the look of his sinister smile
Then he lit up a petromax
Muttering "No power today"
More Mallus down the corridor
I thought I heard them say Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place, Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace,
Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Any time of year Any time of year (background)
It's infested here
His finger's stuck up his nostril
He's got a big, thick mustache
He makes an ugly, ugly noise
But that's just his laugh
Buxom girls clad in pavada
Eating banana chips
Some roll their eyes, and
Some roll their hips I said to the manager
My room's full of mice
He said, Don't worry, saar,
I sending you meen karri, brandy and ice
And still those voices were crying from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them pray
Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place, Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace
Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
It is no surprise It is no surprise (background)
That it swarms with flies
The blind man was pouring
Stale sambar on rice
And he said We are all just actors here In Silk Smitha-disguise
And in the dining chamber
We gathered for the feast
We stab it with our steely knives
But we just can't cut that beef
Last thing I remember
I was writhing on the floor
That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,
I am sure Relax, said the watchman
This enema will make you well
And his friends laughed as they held me down God's Own Country? Oh, Hell! :-)
The Yeagles