Poems by Bindu Vijayan

Mother O Mine

a poem by Bindu Vijayan

I tread on your dreams
On the withered petals of your hopes
The upturned thorns of your fears
Cut deep deep into my heart.

The tall palms of your complacence
Cast shadows long and lean.
Filtered through their shredded leaves
Come the vermillion rays of your prayer.

Rooted deep even in the marshy slush of life
The earth hugging branches of your faith
Even like the banyan, enveloping my world
The everwidening canopy of your love.


a poem by Bindu Vijayan

Thoughts delve deep into you,
O night!
Is it your serenity
That ruffles every fibre of my being?
Engulfing me so
With watchful eyes on me
Cold and ruthless.
Tell me, stranger,
What does your darkness hide?
And why it reveals so much of me?
My thoughts break into a hum
They vibrate with life
No longer mine!
They chat with me.
Eyeing me a bit callously.
These very thoughts
Who wouldn’t dare look up
In the proud sunlight!
They find an ally in you.
Creasing their foreheads,
They dissect me.
Sneer at me, agitate me
And then soothe me.
I am but clay in their hands.
Tired of their tete-a-tete,
O night,
They yawn
And retire with you.


a poem by Bindu Vijayan

A poem
Shrieks my mind.
Images, visages – no dearth of them
And yet, words?
Entwined to my thoughts,
Yet alien to me.
Lacking grace,
Gasping, spluttering
When I need them most.
Giving, but the
Splinters of my thoughts.
In a word,
Wordless am I left.

Gossamer woven dreams

a poem by Bindu Vijayan

Gossamer woven dreams
Never did I know
That you would weigh me down
So much.
Red tinged clouds
Ye tempt me to muse
Don’t those lofty blue attires
Suit ye a hundredfold more?
Soft sprays breaking forth
Tis hard to believe
That thy mother cascades
Cutting through the rugged rocks.
Dreams, visions, hopes.
Feathery beings, soaring high
Yet, they root us deep
Into life’s soil.


a poem by Bindu Vijayan

The lush green
And sunflower spreads
Did not deceive you.
You stopped for tea
You talked sundry
And smiled your way
To my backyard.
Barren and dead
As the depths of my soul.
I brazened it out
And glanced at the clock.
You were back the next day
At the crack of dawn.
Kettle on stove,
I turned inside out
My stock of small talk-
In my mind.
My mouth was dry
And you
Wandered off.
Steeling myself,
I set out the tea
And called out for you.
Not me- I am sure
But someone I used to know-
Someone inside me
Took me to the backyard.
And there you were
On your knees-
Earth and Water in your hands
Planting Hope
Planting Prayer.
We had a quiet tea
And you were gone.
The sun called me out
Before it set that day.
I watered them
I nurtured them-
And softly said good night.
You stopped by
Now and then-
Nodding away with that told you smile
One damp morning
Stretching out
Chasing sleep from my bones,
I pulled aside the curtain,
I opened the window.
Not proud like the sunflower
Nor shy as the violet.
A quiet bloom, I would say
Smiled back at me
The same old smile;
“I told you so”