Madathil Rajendran Nair

I stood shivering, teeth chattering In the bitter winter cold Before the monstrous mall That sucked men, women and kids in…

When am I not drunk Jesus Christ? When am I not drunk of the love for You Jesus Christ?…

Oh Lord! How much I wish I hadn’t said anything On this wordy Taittiriya mesh* That entraps our thoughts…

There is this thundercloud At my gate Around every afternoon Threatening to rain…

Clouds cumulus, cumulonimbus Looked from behind the peaks Of the Western Ghats…

Today's newspaper reports Latest research how alcoholics Are hooked to their drinks Go on binges without warning…

(Alexa is a voice-operated intelligent personal assistant.) A pulsating presence, rotund On our kitchen countertop…

Once touted as the New York of the West, grand terminus for a Pacific rail route, Anacortes lay casting her spell on tourists who dared the Skagit west.…

Four hours of total oblivion; nothing moved, not a second ticked in that blank with space-time undone…

As I sat to watch The TV after a long grind at my desk One channel discussed Why Sonia did what she did…

Day in and day out insults I hurled at you - killer, ill-bred murderer, half-nut, Tughlaq…

‘No' sounds a deep baritone And as India claps in unison ‘No' it repeats in a deeper tone Bachchan has returned…

He made man in His image The Book said Man defined life To his liking…

Oh, brilliant eyes! Yet to blossom smile! Visage profoundly serene! Show me the way sublime…

The scope went down the food pipe Lighting its contracting walls Down to a frothing stomach Where they scratched out…