Preeth Nambiar Biography

The storm is whistling through the distant trees, leaves shivering in chilled wind; the wandering clouds cover the dazzling sun; I hear far away a bird screaming in terror, perhaps lost its nest!

Come aboard, O dear, with your wings wet of rain! Though the nails would bruise my skin, leave your pace upon my palm, stay caressed by the softest touch! There is warmth within me to shelter your dreams and my duffel has grains to feed your hunger. On the shore of the flooded river, amidst the roaring of the darkest rain, here I am O dear, longing for you!
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Its rain uninvited perhaps of storms far away,
Knocking at the window to wake me up!
From amidst the letters scribbled last night,
My eyes open to a gloomy rainy day!
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Another morning!

Upon the bed, my arms are still on her chest and my breath close to her cheeks.
With me she is, through her golden silky hairs I move my fingers, slowly, softly
Without letting her know she is being caressed; here she is, my love!
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"Now, my dear daughter let us sleep unto the dreams" I whispered on her ears. "Across the ocean the princess' father owns a piece of land surrounded by dwarf hills. Winter with her beloved sun, decorates the valley with golden dew drops. The wandering wind whistles looking at them and escapes with his naughty smile! Mesmerized, when you remain at the balcony of our little palace, birds sing good morning to you, little princess".

I could see her sleepy eyelids dropping down, still pleading "…and then? ? ? "
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Lighting the earthen lamps upon the doorsteps, looking at the road meeting another, I don't remember how long did I stand there. I was longing for the sweet voice of her anklets approaching but there was nothing but silence profound and dense darkness amidst the thick branches of the trees.

Maa, I am weary waiting you! I haven't eaten anything since morning waiting for you and decorating this small home that you have presented me with. The broken bones in the foot are hurting, yet I am here at the doorsteps just to have a glimpse of you. But how long will I stand here so?
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