n.g.jhonzsonn ....... 

N.G. JHONZSONNI am not a poet but at the age of 35, I started to scrible something as an effusion both in malayalam 'n' english!  I don't mind whether it is up to the scratch or just a trash ,I'll scrible if its an inevitable one. Here are the few I share with you.

n.g.jhonzsonn


 
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MYSELF WITH LIFE

I am in search of me through days
 that have been hard to try to understand myself ,
The several  trials and tribulations
 those I have known the life that I have had.

You can see me in my daily woes ,
So confident but little confused
Yet when I am alone, I question Just where I belong ?
I often try to analyze and criticize  to scrutinize,
and  investigate my invested   life
 I will confess with infested feable heart
 there must be  some meaning to this life,
 Some way to make a difference,
 Give a reason for this striding strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?   A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me, Always slightly out of sight;
A blurred vision out of reach,
Where darkness  engulfs the glorry with gorry
Here I grope like a blind in batty darkness
I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion lead me to dellusions of  resolutions, those Always fades before my stare reaches there !

 
our nature
 .
Oh nature! 

I am your son,
Tired, weeping under the sun.

 the lush green gardens  turned to brown,
No patches of hues on your crown.

See no  oasis for my  thirsty eyes watched the water glow.
Of nasty mirrage
Earth with an enveloped pollutted air,
Places  I go to take my share.


Within every morning there is a sunrise and the evening brings the colors
most spectacular of a well spent day
bringing us sunsets despite our awareness of them
they still come!... Wow!

 


psyche


when nightfall comes

and moonlit flows like a snowfall

I see my reflection of my bare psyche

a hideous silluette figure

with a hewn phallus

here I am aloof from alluring beauties

performing a naked ritual

arround this  phallus errected amidst them

I wanna get my person before they sacrifice

otherwise I can't personify myself



 psychopath


My  insanity inside my skull! where thousands of hornets are

stinged panickly

if I had a vent to drive away those evils I'd have no trouble

getting rid of it....

I thought about laying in the refrigerator

and freezing my madness:

and my soul said that was, "Insane...!"

Oh, I am empty for any more ideas,

clueless 'n' cunningless !



 

 
 

 


 
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