The red of the Malabari soil

From the red of the rising sun

And the slowly staining red of 

The abundant hibiscus and the Cana

The scarlet invisibly released

From abundant shiny Circassian seeds

The red in the towering temple flags

The red from the billowing 'Theyyam' skirts

Left as an indelible stain 

On many a starched white soft linen

Of quickly flung wrap arounds

And the unpealing of pleated skirts

Cast down as a temporary mat

Cushioning  the southern tanned skin

Brought to a glistening countenance 

Lathered with years of virgin palm oil

From vagaries of crumbling prohibitions

Loosened in the torpedic roll

Of two tumultuous entwined souls

The red of this oxidized earth

Insisting on leaving it's stamp

Proclaiming the forbidden passions

In its silent tell tale dusty signatures

Left as fine red dusty whispers

Here saga's of night vigils etched

On pock marked red granite slabs

Where many a feet circumbulated

And some rolled around in dim lights

beneath starry schorl nights

locked in passionate embraces

Collecting the forever red tatoo's

Under peaked slopping roofs 

Layered with  kiln baked red tiles

And the intermittent glass slab

Letting in the silver moonlight

And the star light on moonless nights

On fanned hair glistening jet

and creamy stretched limbs

All coated with the enamored red

Of this blessed fertile earth

Here some dreams were hastily etched 

Kicking up a spicy storm 

Of crushed pepper kernels 

And heady intoxicating Jasmine

Romantic saga's on parchments

Of fertile flaming ponderous thoughts

While others trashed it out alive

Kicking up a spicy storm

That no amount of washing 

Could restore the pristine white

Now stained a persistent red 

Vehemently fertile red Malabari Earth

In the tightly twisted green spherules

Held dearly to the convoluted sprigs

A tight anklet of rythimic bells

Veiled glimpses of hanging chandleir 's

Beneath cornucopia of doe eyed leaves

Drenched dew dyed green 

Weaned by indigo balmy nights

A smattering of shy freckles

Like twinkling stars of Orionic belt

The potential to crawl on the tongue

Sizzling rakes of red hot iron

Like a conched nest of black ants

Sharpnels of granite piercing tender soles

When wrenched from its dreamy revierie

A kiss stolen beneath dense climbing vines

Unfurling of the pleated Malabari skirt

Magic of Malabari fertile red earth

Late night whispers of crashing surf

Speckled marks of bruising grips

On Tender coconut creamed skin

Laced in sandal and spices breeze

Gingerly rippened brown and black

A long drawn affair with southern sun

These secretly ripened malachite spheres

Scatter like ripped beads of desire

Wrinkled dry with vagaries of life

A dynamite of acerbic intoxication

Concentrated pungent essence 

Freed from its clustered cornucopia 

Releases tear wrenching aroma

And with it - dreams of a passionate 

Black pepper spiced Malabari Girl

This is where I would want to be 

Scattered as dust and ashes

Amidst the dewy pubscent soil

Enveloped in the gold trimmed florescence

As the heady essence 

Of the lofty palm fronds 

scraping the azure skies

Abuzz with dizzy bees 

drunk on the heady ambrosia

Of the milky sap spilling 

from freshly gouged wounds

As light as bellowing smoke 

From my pyre on this haem hued earth

Smote with needless blood,

Rust from neglect of ages

To have my bones

Purified by holy fire and 

Offered to the restless sea

As a pean for maintaining 

troubled peace

Raging at the foot hills 

of this fertile land 

To be absorbed into 

the skeletons Of marine beings 

To be born of this blessed land

Whence many a great set on their life's  journeys 

expounding exuberance as newly scripted treaties

Sri Adiankaracarya, Madhava & Poonthanam Nambudiri and so many more

Carved from the reluctant oceans

I am intoxicated with the 

heady scent of Jasmines

All I want is to be that mineral

That paints this land the color of blood

To be so dissolved that I live

In every particle, breath and sigh 

emanating from this beloved land - Malabar!