#4. Nithya Mariam John

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This week, Dr Nithya Mariam John introduces us to her creative realms where poems roam free and unfettered. Her works seem to be leading lives of their own- their rhythms refusing to be scripted. Her gardens are overgrown, the creatures residing in them, fearless. Nature is at her hedonistic best. The tone is simultaneously romantic and genial.

Nithya reveals “To write is to heal….  It helps me imagine beauty in the beast, look out for the beast in the beautiful, and also believe in different shades of both.”

And it is this world that she throws open for us.

 Dr Nithya Mariam John is an Assistant Professor at the Department of English, BCM College, Kottayam. She has published a collection of poems- Bleats and Roars, edited പെൺ-ink and was also one of the translators and editors of the short stories of the Kannada writer, Vaidehi.

Naming…

Call me not a garden.

A garden is neat,

tidy,

well – cut,

clipped.

In place.

I am a forest-

Wild,

uncertain,

animalistic.

Flowers, creepers and thick foliage,

not pruned.

Sometimes it rains.

The birds

Keep their wings low,

and crouch under leaves.

And when the fire

spreads,

I let my hair loose,

and roar.

 It’s all my cup of tea.

Posthumous

After I die,

please do not visit me

in the morning.

You know that I talk

very less

under the sun.

 

Come at night.

Maybe,

past eleven,

when the moon brightens up,

and the stars blush.

Let’s talk.

 

Sit by my side,

I will hold your hand.

Let our tongues

savour the language we understand.

 

Come,

let’s whisper.

 

For once,

forget the great philosophers.

Please don’t excuse

our conversation

under the coarse blankets of

well-stacked ideologies.

 

Let’s whisper

How we splashed in

muddy waters

and basked in the shadows

of the trees,

half-naked,

imagining the Paradise.

 

Let’s dream all the dreams

we gave up

as we grew up.

After I die,

close to midnight,

let’s live

our dead dreams.

When Butterflies Bleed...

When butterflies bleed,

they don’t stop flying.

 

Maybe the reddened air

they breathe

lets them explode into

 the last flutter of fantasies.

 

Or maybe they are sages

who have already measured the distance between a whimper and a wail

and knows

that

 these wings -which had        folded themselves in dreams, once      upon a cocoon time-

 

may soar a bit more,

and taste the last drop of honey,

before

slowly,

softly falling,

like a

beautiful,

dead

leaf.

Bookshelves

When I die

bury me with books.

Keep stacking

those one upon the other.

So that

 in the end

I regenerate as a

worm

and eat through

your dreams.

This Post Has 20 Comments

  1. Jithin John

    Nithya Mariam’s poems give a sense of pleasure and nostalgia. I felt that I was amidst lot of things I have experienced and yet left untold. She beautifully wraps these feeling left between the lines. No wonder, her poems are thoroughly vital and narrate life.

  2. Krishna Saju

    All the four poems are very simple and I could read with ease. When I read them I felt like ” you are going deep into someone’s life “. They actually portray the emotional state of the poet. All the poems have a positive and a comfortable ambience. The imagery used in the poems are the Extravaganzas of our nature, which make the poems attractive and fascinating.

  3. Dr Sebastian Joseph

    Excellent Nithya. Words from Heart blended with imagination. Keep publishing …best

    1. Sarah Mathew

      Really loved these poems… Very simple to understand and get to the depth of these impeccable blend of words…. All the four poems have unique touch of nature which makes it all the more interesting and fascinating to read…. You are totally a phenomenal woman…. Looking forward for more ❤️

  4. Angelina Thomas

    Nithya, with her strong yet powerful imagery keeps us wading through the deep down depths of our mind…and she easily transfers it on the canvas of our imagination… Hats off dear friend!! Let your words live!!

  5. Nimmy Joseph

    You always touch the inner with expressions. The wilderness in you finds a space in poems and the never ending thirst and that eternal bond with reading is something that you can never cease from talking about. Words are your wings!

  6. Maria Saju

    The poems are so simple yet so profound. Particularly loved how elements of nature were given a fresh perspective and life. Would love to read more!

  7. Nithya

    Thank you all. Humbled. 🙏

  8. Rijoola Basheer

    “When Butterflies Bleed” is my favourite one.. And you know what, I feel so happy to see your random thoughts being inked and appreciated by people. Long way to go. Love you a lot my dearest Iron Lady..😘😘😘

    1. Dr. Anjana Sankar. S

      Nithya’s poems are so intense, even while dealing with very familiar themes. Without any verbal acrobatics, the poet effectively communicates the sincerity of feelings in the most economic manner. No exaggerations or romantic outpourings, these pieces are like a whiff of fresh air.

  9. Indu V

    Your poems flow like a delicate lace that ties together an unruly mane. Love your rendition too.

  10. Ann Mary

    Dr. Nithya’s poems are filled with powerful and vivid imageries which evoke thoughts and emotions which are embedded deep inside each one of our psyches. Its amazing, how her words unearth the complex thoughts with so much ease and lucidity. Every time I read her poems i feel as if she is reading our minds, there is so much truth in her words, there is a magic in her poetry.

  11. Nithya

    Thank you.,😊

  12. Roshini

    Nithya, really proud of you. I still remember the first time you recited Casablanca in the classroom opposite to the Chapel and myself sitting on the veranda, outside the classroom, to hear, without you seeing me. Years have passed by, but memories still linger. God bless you more and more dear child!

  13. Thomas George

    Loved the writings. Liked call me not a garden the best. All of the writings have a unleashing, expressive shade to it which the “cultured” may call a darker shade. It encourages the readers to be be as they are and not to hide what they are. A world that focuses on table manners more when your immediate neighbour hasn’t eaten a meal the whole day, this is q response to them. A protest to the “standards”, solidarity with the humane, a protest to suppression, a wake up to empowerment. Let the tide rise, wash it away and let change become organic.
    Well done. Really loved the platform samyuktapoetry.com. It’s appealing to even a not-so-much-a-reader like me. Thank you so much

    1. Nithya

      Thank you.

  14. Siby

    Good feel

  15. Maneesha Mathew

    യഥാർത്ഥ സ്നേഹം അല്ലേൽ ദൈവം ഒരു പൂന്തോട്ടം പോലെ ചട്ടങ്ങളിലൊ കൃത്യതകളിലൊ കണക്കുകൂട്ടലുകളിലൊ ഒതുങ്ങില്ലല്ലൊ മറിച്ച് അത് കടല് കണക്ക് അനന്തമാണ് അപരിമേയമാണ്. ഒരു യഥാർത്ഥ സ്ത്രി
    താങ്കൾ പറഞ്ഞ പോലെ കൃത്യതകളില്ലാത്ത കടലൊ വൻ കാടൊ പോലെയാണ്. Naming എന്റെ ഉള്ളിലെ ഞാൻ സംസാരിക്കുന്നതായി തോന്നി.ലളിതം മനോഹരം.

    1. Dona Sam

      These verses speak straight to the heart and unravel a series of thoughts and emotions.
      I personally loved the cadence of your rendition as well.

  16. Nithya

    Thank you

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