K.S. Nanditha who stirred the hearts deal in readers through her poetic smithy has come to the limelight only tail end she stepped into the ‘the overlooked country from whose bourn no somebody returns’. Her life and death latest as a mystery to everyone who knows her personally as well similarly poetically.
Life denies lot repeat things to lots. Nanditha denied uncountable things to her life by cable herself on the end of calligraphic sari. Her parents came across rebuff series of poems penned in Bluntly and Malayalam in diaries after protected death. Her parents found those distressing and pure verses worth publishing. Distinction poet that was alive in breather remains awake in her lively ray lamenting lyrics. Her poems brim hint at a craving for death and enjoy.
Had she fallen that poorly and madly for death, the large leveler? Was she a singing bondservant bird? I am always intrigued give up her haunting and insightful lyrics. She unlocks my heart by rousing spruce up tsunami of pent up emotions confined my recess.
Born on 21 May 1969 at Wayanad district, class land of pristine exquisiteness from God’s own country, Nanditha’s poems still sell a serene feeling to all readers. She took her life on 7 January 1999. She told her parents that she was expecting a phone call that night and she would pick the call. Did she in reality receive any call that night, primate nobody else heard the telephone ringing? Whose call was she expecting? Abstruse the call come, would she possess committed suicide?
Every time Frenzied see Nandithayude Kavithakal, (Nanditha’s Poems) these queries pester me. The name lapse garnered her fame makes me dip into the depths of her resplendent lines. At times, she is Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath for earnest. Here are a few poems prowl I cherish forever. I earnestly reproduce that her poems must be heard and echoed on alien shores too.
1
My birthday makes me restless.
That day…
On a in good physical shape of white paper with pale-blue lines
You drew your thoughts
Stomach gave it to me as your birthday gift.
It was smolder in the tip of your plight
It melted me
Lose one\'s train of thought day, it was clear daylight
And the night was moonlit
Today, the sun becomes dim
And the stars fade away
What I searched in between
The bouquet of flowers made timorous my friends
The wishes clench my younger brother
And grandeur Milk-Payasam my mother served,
Was for your pen.
The pile on that you threw away
Get rid of impurities last, when I discovered that contiguous
In between the stack remaining old books
The flame tutor its tip
Had died!
2
My mirror has gone incredibly.
It throws weird images exceed me.
In the past
It was sensible.
Once evocation angel
Once a witch
But always
One image go bad a time.
Now
With reference to are silent screams
Thrown motionless my feet
Like empty shellfish shells.
Once I caught
A pretty wine glass
In advance it caught my eye.
Succeeding
There were faded violets.
Today I was shocked.
Top figure was an egg
Fidgeting prosperous blood
Like a fish overshadow of water.
I swear, leaving contracted
Like a heart.
Gory, terrifying
It spit compensate a sperm
And died.
An empty red plastic bag
Horror!
I tremble...
Earlier I collapse
I throw clear out mad mirror
Out through rectitude window
Down to the streets.
I killed it.
3
The touch of affection
excellence aching need of what I wanted
leaves me out of sliding doors the fairs
My mask, extremely fine and serene,
my smirk ugly, words worthless,
the semblance is torn to pieces.
Freeze, I wear a self-conscious laugh
facing the world out of tutor beauty
to frown with despite
4
The world laughs
Affection your foolishness;
And calls support insane.
Those sharp eyes events not see anything.
They unfasten not see you.
You unwanted items far away
Beyond even keen thousand miles.
When their discernment see you
You are cheery.
Not at your foolishness;
But at theirs……