GOD OF BOREDOM | ബോറടിയുടെ ദൈവം

ടി.പി.വിനോദിന്റെ GOD OF BOREDOM ബോറടിയുടെ ദൈവം എന്ന കവിത
If identified
in the language of time,
life is an epic of boredom

If conceived
in the renowned tunes of stillness,
ideas are chantings of Boredom

If not of the
universal miracles of boredom,
whose meanings are constructed by
statues and flags?

Even though
it is ubiquitous in
time, space and motion
why don't we have a god for boredom?

at least to partisan by blessing that
those among you feeling me, have a dream !

Author : T.P.Vinod

Translator : Sanathanan

പതിവ്|Routine

ടി.പി.വിനോദിന്റെ പതിവ്Routine എന്ന കവിത

From the piece of the rock,
on the wayside I walk,
its elaborate inertia
creeps into thoughts
and it moves with my feet,
throughout the distance I reach.

Perhaps,
with all of its mass
resting in firm,
it represses my mind,
from flying in the wind.

The mosses of memories
does not obey my commands ;
not to tickle the feelings
touching and nibbling
it inside my heart.

On my way back to home
When I reach the same place,
it gets out of me,
And waits all the night
with its inertia,
grown one more day old.

On the piece of the rock,
on the wayside I walk.

Author : T.P.Vinod
Translator : Sanathanan