Before I touched, the chariot moved.

  Men of muscles and mighty elephants Pushed the chariot in full force. ‘Dwarakadeesh!’, cried the crowd, But, not an inch, the chariot moved. Seven elephants from the worlds above And seven from below, All mighty, majestic tuskers, Came dashing, all together Pushed the chariot with great force Their trumpets trembled the mountains Their foot … Read more

My antharvaahini inner flow

This short poetry appeared in my mind during my recent train journey , while reading a post on Arjuna’s chariot catching fire soon after Lord Krishna got down from it, at the end of the Kurukshetra war. English meaning added in the end. എന്റെ തേര് തീപ്പിടിക്കാതെ, മണ്ണിൽത്തആഴാതെ കാക്കുവോൻ എന്റെ മർമം നോക്കിവരും അസ്ത്രങ്ങൾ ഏറ്റുവാങ്ങുവോൻ എവിടേക്കു തിരിഞ്ഞാലും … Read more