Poems by Sarath Meleveed

The Light Within तथास्तु - सर्वेषां शान्तिप्रार्थनाः सफलाः स्युः (Image Source: Sarath Meleveed) One who heed(s) the silent call, One who soar(s) beyond it all. One who left the self behind, One who healed the restless mind. One who freed the hearts from sin, One who lit the path for kin. One who let true peace begin, The one... with the Light Within. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

Dharma-Sārathiḥ (Image Source: Sarath Meleveed) Come with me... into the quiet beyond the noise, where light is not seen, but felt, where the heart stops searching. Trust me... each step is not a journey forward, but a return home, to the peace you have always known. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

A Dimming Dawn (Image Source: Sarath Meleveed) Before the screens, time forgot the weight of clocks, And wonder wander’d past all reason’s locks. The heart bore no burden, the soul no scars, Dreams flar’d as lanterns and reach’d for the stars. Time was a river flowing deep and slow, With no bitter shadows to halt the hours' flow. The seeds of malice were as winds unblown, A kingdom of laughter, wherein none wore a throne. Now, the glow of screens enshroudeth the hearts in gray, Their siren light stealeth innocence away. They gild thy golden hours with a venom'd shine, And leave ye devoid of memory’s shrine. O children, flee from these enchanting screens, For life is far more than these dim-flickering scenes. Thy age is the treasure for which we all hunt, The glow of thy childhood no shadow shall blunt. All else is but road, both beyond and before, To the true destination, I still cry for. Yet forward I voyage, through shadows newborn, To break the dark spell of ...

ചിതാസ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ The Pyre of Dreams (Image Source: Sarath Meleveed) കനകമയമാമീ മംഗല്യവേദിയിൽ കന്യയായ് മിന്നിവിളങ്ങവേ നീ, ഗഗനസീമയെ അരികിലൊതുക്കുവാൻ വെമ്പുമൊരഗതിയായ് ഞാൻ. അന്യനൊരുക്കുന്ന ഹോമാഗ്നിധൂമമെൻ മതിയിൽ ചിതയായെരിഞ്ഞീടവെ, അതിഥിയായ്‌ വന്നൊരീ കണ്ണീർക്കടലിനെ എവിടെയൊതുക്കുമെന്നറിയാതെ ഞാൻ... • • • വദനസ്മിതത്തിനകത്തു വേദനയുടെ തീരം മാഞ്ഞുമറഞ്ഞു, വാക്കുകളില്ലാതെ പ്രണയം വേരൂന്നി നിശ്ചലമായി; ദർശനമത്രേ ധർമ്മമെന്നു ധ്യാനിച്ചു നിൽക്കുന്നവൻ, മോഹങ്ങളില്ലാതെ അനുരാഗമാരാധിച്ചു നിൽക്കുന്നുവോ? പ്രകടമാവാതെയെരിയുന്ന സ്നേഹം പാപമോ ധർമ്മമോ? പ്രകാശം വീശാതെ കത്തുന്ന ദീപം വ്യർത്ഥമോ വിരക്തമോ? മൂകമാമീമനം മൗനമായി കരഞ്ഞീടും, അവബോധമില്ലാലോകം അതു കാണാതെ കടന്നീടും. കാലം വരും, മർമ്മവേദന മാഞ്ഞീടുമെന്നവർ, കുറിപ്പായി, ഹൃദിയിലാഴും കനൽപ്പാടുകൾ മറന്നുവോ? നിശ്ശേഷമാകാതെ നിന്ന സ്മൃതികൾ നിഴലായ് വീഴും, നിത്യം പിന്തുടരും നൊമ്പരത്തിൻ കനൽശൃംഖലകൾ. സൗഖ്യസ്വപ്നങ്ങളായുണർന്നവയെല്ലാം സൗഖ്യഭ്രമങ്ങളായുറങ്ങുന്നുവോ? അന്നു മരുന്നായിവിരിഞ്ഞവയെല്ലാം ഇന്നു മുറിവായി മുടന്തിമടങ്ങുന്നുവോ? ചികിത്സയായെത്തിത്തളിർത്തൊരെൻ ഓർമ്മകൾ, ചുടുചോരക്കണ്ണീർക്കണങ്ങളായ...

പ്രണയതീരങ്ങൾ (Image Source: Sarath Meleveed) സാഗരനീലിമ തൂകിയ കൺകളാൽ, സാധുവാമെന്നെ നീ സ്വന്തമാക്കി. പുഞ്ചിരിപ്പൂക്കളാലമ്പെയ്ത നിൻ മുഖം,  എൻ  പാതിജീവനിൽ വസന്തമായി. പീലി വിടർത്തുമെൻ മോഹകാർമേഘങ്ങൾ, പ്രണയപ്പേമാരിയായ് പെയ്തിറങ്ങി. കൊതിയോടെ നനയുവാൻ നാമൊന്നായിച്ചേർന്നിതായീ- പ്രണയതീരങ്ങളിൽ അലിഞ്ഞുചേർന്നു...                                                                                               1 • • • മാണിക്യ വീണതൻ ശാരികൾ മീട്ടി നീ, എൻ മാനസ തന്ത്രിയിൽ രാഗമേകി. മൗനത്തിൻ കൂടൊന്നു മെല്ലെ തുറന്നു ഞാൻ മാസ്മര ഗീതമായ് നിന്നിലലിഞ്ഞു. മൗനമൊഴികളിൽ വർണ്ണമഴവില്ലായി മനസ്സിൻ തീരങ്ങളെ നീ തഴുകി. നിൻ മിഴിചൂടിൽ ഉരുകുമീ രാവിൽ എൻ ചിന്തകളെല്ലാം നീ മാത്രമായ്…                                 ...

മൗനമന്ദാരം (Image Source: Dall-E) എത്രനാളായിഞാൻ, ശങ്കിച്ചു നിൽപ്പുയീ; പൂമരച്ചില്ലമേ- ലിമചിമ്മിടാതെ. മൗനം വെടിയുക, അനുരാഗം തുളുമ്പുമാ, ഹൃദയം; എനിക്കായ് തുറക്ക നീ, എൻ മൗനമന്ദാരമേ.... ‐ Wave No. 8, 7th Sea ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

Has Anyone Seen What I Lost? (Image Source: Retrieved from Instagram) I am unsure where I left her. Did I leave her between yesterday’s worries and tomorrow’s unfinished dreams? Maybe she slipped through the cracks of overthinking, curling up where the shadows of silence sleep. I have searched the dark corners of my thoughts, lifted the rugged rugs of my mysterious memory box, knocked on doors barred by all reason's locks, but she only giggles in echoes. Finally, I found her - hiding behind my lifeless, rusted mind, a blood moon behind unsettled clouds, refusing to bleed upon my darkened sky, the quiet, forgotten version of me I once knew. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Productions

What is it? (Image Source: Anagha Sea) A quiet miracle that happened to me on an ordinary day; soft as breath, and  silent as dusk.  An echo of my longing, and the calm that follows. A story writing itself, through my silences;  line after line, never asking my permission.  The one absolute thing  that  drowns me in feeling,  yet leaves me dry ; pulling me toward the world of unspeakable, stealing every word I try to hold. It lives between knowing and wonder, between loss and arrival; the question I carry, and the answer that carries me . - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

The Rule of Supreme Silence (Image Source: Sarath Meleveed) உன் கண்கள்… பார்க்கத் துணிந்தால் புனிதம் குலையுமென, இதயம் கண்களைத் தவிர்த்து நின்றது; ஏனெனில், அவை பார்வை அல்ல, ஒரு முழு அமைதியின் ஆட்சி. Un kangal... Paarkka thunindhaal punidham kulaiyumena, Idhayam kangalai thavirthu nindradhu, Yenenil, avai paarvai alla, Oru muzhu amaidhiyin aatchi. - சரத் மேலேவீடு ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  மதுவனம் © Sarath Meleveed Production

The Past Ahead (Image: Retrieved from Instagram) As I walk forward, my footprints bloom ahead of me. The deserted road remembers my coming, long before I arrive. The remembered tomorrow lingers behind; wearing the borrowed shadow of an unknown yesterday. Each wandering wind whispers my secrets, I have yet to speak. Whatever I chase, is quietly following me. The timeless time folds its endless pages, to the place where my story begins. My clock collapses into yesterday, its hands reaching toward a tomorrow behind. Everything begins; at the end of its own beginning. Somewhere ahead,  my memories wait within an unfamiliar past, like words I will learn yesterday, in the language of this poem. Each sunrise rises, from the ashes of tomorrow’s sunset. And yesterday's silence, answering the questions of tomorrow. Perhaps the paths knows me too well.  Perhaps every ending flows from where its beginning hides. So I keep walking- into  the unknown ahead me, towards the quite mystery...

Warmed by Her Sacrificial Flame (Image Source: Retrieved from Instagram) One shy bouquet in my trembling mortal hands,  late to the door of knowing, while you had hidden a whole spring behind your ribs . Between us burned the borders we never chose: borrowed names, inherited prayers,  and laws written by fear. You loved in silence,  while I ran after passing colours, afraid the truth would shatter my fragile mind. I was behind bright butterflies, deaf to the breathing fragrance of your nearness. By the time I turned inward,  your love burned as sacrificial fire. My petals fell to ash, scenting the air with regret.  Too late, my heart arrived. I stood alone ,  warmed by your flames, and chose, at last, to burn with you... - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

Blind Butterflies (Image Source: Retrieved from Instagram) She loved in silence; I answered with silence too, her heart bled for me, mine too afraid to be seen. She thought I was chasing bright butterflies, deaf to the breathing fragrance of her nearness; but my silence... was a quiet devotion she never heard. This silence… not heartless, only a fragile form of survival. And she... stood beyond my reaching; more sky than I could ever hold, more light than my eyes could ever bear. For love, as I have come to believe, is more than possession. Rare are those who truly revere it - for reverence lets a flower bloom, while desire longs to pluck it. My silence... lest my longing diminish her light; the only truth I knew how to keep. Whatever we were or were not; she was the soul who stepped into my grey, lifeless days, taught my fading life how to bloom again in colour. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Productions

Blossoms of Sorrow (Image Source: Retrieved from Instagram) Through shadows you wander, keep faith in the night, For sorrow shall blossom and turn into light. Endure the storm till the bright morning comes; Remember: the deeper the darkness, the heavier the light becomes. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

What Success is Not? (Image Source: Sarath Meleveed) For what the world names success, is often, but the helpless witness of another’s fall. A silent burden carried in triumph’s disguise, the stillness in which another's struggle echoes. Such a success, based on comparison, is void,  merely a shadow wearing a crown. Yet a few know: true success is the one born of inner growth, of compassion, of self-mastery; the kind that harms no one and creates no losers. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

The Chola Flame (Image Source: Sarath Meleveed) A timeless king of fire and flame, He carved in time the Chola name. Common stones turned to sacred doors, As his ships touched distant shores. His legacy flows, both fierce and wise, Still reigning under southern skies. In war and art, he did shine, A Tamil flame none can outshine. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

The Luminous Sacrifice (Image Source: Dall E) No hand can draw his boundless light, Nor pen define his endless might. Alone he stood in cold and dark, To gift the world a silent spark. He gave a light no hand could seal, Whose truths the world has yet to feel. The world moved on, too blind to see, The electric flame that set us free. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

The Voice of Voiceless (Image Source: Sarath Meleveed) The one burned for justice, and broke the chain, Who rose from the depths of fire and pain. He gave a law where all stands the same, And lit the world with freedom’s flame. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production

Echoes of Ahimsa (A Studio photograph of Mahatma Gandhi) He led the way with a wand of truth, His silent steps inspired countless youth. Echoes of 'Ahimsa' lit the roots, And the land then bloomed in humble boots. - Sarath Meleveed ────────────────────────────────── Penned  @  മധുവനം © Sarath Meleveed Production