Best Malayalam Poems

LOST IN LOVE


Winter is over 
The rains have stopped
Flowers now in bloom

His voice calls out my name
His tender lips touch mine
His caresses soft and warm
Delightfully sublime

Smothered with his kisses
Sweet as the taste of wine
Love is wild flower
Untouched by tests of time

He brought me to his...

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Can there be a more beautiful Snowflake
To rest upon your pink nose 
 Yet melt almost immediately 
Like frost on a fragile Rose?

Can there be a more beautiful Lily
To bloom in the month of May
Which releases so potent a perfume
That it takes your breath away?

Can...

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Vodka
That is what they drink
never water
on no account will a Commie ever drink water
and not without good reason
water that's what I'm getting at
water is the source of all life
seven tenths of this Earth's surface is water
why do you realize that 70 percent of you is...

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Halloween Moon Crabs


A tide rises to leave behind hundreds of tossed colourful halloween moon crabs to stroll

Craving social connections like homeless souls furtively hunting their unsown roots

Celtic calendar hides matronly lunar freeing guised children and bodiless souls

Five more years for the halloween moon, till then...

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Picture this.
Exploding pipe bombs.
Land fields that can take your arms off.
Driving off road, and frenzied, with excitement 
Adrenaline RAGING.
Oh, yes, Syrian Teenagers,
It is “Let’s See If We Are Really Alive” day.
Okay, we’ll let in some Africans too, but
Only if they are wearing hoodies.
The Mexicans want...

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(Wined Floor)

The wine brewed without
Drip drop drip drop
Visual temptations lured me
My bronze tresses wet
Down the nape to my soul
Red painted toes
Danced on the wined floor
Decked for love.

Balveen Cheema
Contest: Visual Of A Verso
August 20, 2015...

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I'm in the garden of my life
Stumbling- I fall over rocks
I walk each step dignified
Standing tall - life is justified
The flowers bloom I reminisce
The buds flourish in my mind
The past coming up , just what shall I find?
Colors are ever so radiant and brilliant
I tell...

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A drink on the nightstand calls
To me who would be the listener
To hear what he has to say
About what happens in this room.
The water within the pale, clear cup
Is lined with lipstick and plastic
But all the while he still cries
As though the lips who touch...

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I stare across this lonely room
at your picture on the shelf!
All your lovely memories
have me feeling sorry for myself!

It's been awhile since you've been gone,
but doesn't seem that way.
I feel you're with me all the time,
each and every day!

I try so hard to carry on
and...

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When we travel first time 
All alone to a new country 
Many worries will land 
Along with you at the airport. 

Somebody at the immigration 
Will be scanning our eyes 
Using the camera lenses 
To take an image of our worries, 
The colors of our...

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self,
Don't back down,
swinging and fighting, 
is not the only way to go down.

disregard the hurt, 
and look for love,
it's hard to know,
that you can find someone to truly love.
 
you've tried so many times before,
but is this so bad,
you've given up,
and that's why you're mad.

you...

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Oh! Black Americans,  
Africa is your motherland 
And most Africans love you 
Not because you are called African Americans 
And lost your African mother tongues
And cultures. 
Being called Americans while speaking 
African dialects , suit the most. 
Did you hear about some people called "European...

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Happy; as MALALA back to School,
Toweling our Tuesday Tears.



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In the name GULMAKAYI.......
The valley of Maize flowers
Activism she got fromfather
Who namedher after MALAYI
Banning music, movies & schooling;
Filled her pen in blood for blog.
Giving “BLOWS TO CANNONS” she blogged
Gone was the sleepof BLACK-THALIBAN.

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On a Tuesday back from...

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have gone through 
Many murders
Throughout my life
Cold-blooded,
Savage and heart-wrenching.
Heart lost it's zeal
But the one that 
Made me to 
Live in a mausoleum 
Without getting died
Is thy love
Dagger of ur 
Love pierced my flesh
Ate my ligaments
And spitted the remnants
Like a devouring wolf
Don't murder me with 
Thy...

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