When One Dies....

When one dies

Languages cease

We hear the crickets in the twilight

The audit of miscalculations begin

We set out on a futile journey through hypothetical trails

When one dies

the parallel paths end on the tied toes

words of solace go out of sight and the way looks deserted

at distance the tree tops look like masked time watchers

When one dies

a poem gets deconstructed

a book reaches the reader

an open ended novel gets multiple interpretations

a horoscope loses its business scope

When one dies

a mere bubble gets silently dissolved into a vast lake

When one dies, perhaps,

a turd by the road goes dry and is lost in the soil.        .... by Santhosh Kumar Kana       

Mathrubhumi YATHRA-YODHA and Nepal travelogue

Here is my travelogue in Malayalam published in the Mathrubhumi exclusive travelogue magazine YATHRA. My journey through Nepal and the miraculous discovery of the Malayalam film YODHA child artist SIDDHARTHA LAMA(Rimpoche):
http://www.mathrubhumi.com/yathra/theme_tourism/offtrack/article/300615/page1/index.html

-Santhosh Kumar Kana

If Tears could....

If tears could beget peace

Shed them

If tears could melt the brute

Shed them

If tears could erase boundaries

Shed them

If tears could cleanse you

Shed them

The hand that holds you takes the feet ahead

Come out afresh, alive and clear

Tears

The remnants of a receding oasis

An extinct sensitivity

The saline flavor of humanity

The warmth of love

Shed them

They come through the eyes

But belong to the being

The tears that fall on the words on a page burn the words

Words are not from dictionary

They are the waves of sensitivity around and available to the sensitive

Shed all that hold your tears

Shed tears 

                                                                                  -by Santhosh Kumar Kana